Page 16, Line 22

09DE0719-34BE-48F6-87B8-2833B496E596Teresa, aka The Haunted Wordsmith, has this thing that she does where she gives you a page number and a line number and instructs you to grab a book…any kind of book…and flip to the page and line she gives and to write a post built around that line.

So I fired up the Kindle app on my iPhone, picked at random the book Am I the Killer? by Dan Petrosini, went to page 16, scrolled down to line 22 and this is what was on that line:

“I figured it’d take ’em time for an official notification”

So here’s my story built around that line.


Bess threw down the letter and the envelope it came in onto the kitchen table. “What do you mean you didn’t get the documents in on time?” she asked her husband.

Jon got a sheepish expression on his face. “I figured it’d take ’em time for an official notification to get here and then I’d pull together the paperwork and mail it back to the bank after we got it. You know?”

“No, I don’t know!” Bess was so angry that she almost started to cry, but she took a deep breath and regained her self control. “The loan officer told you precisely what documentation you needed to provide to the bank and he told you to get it to him as soon as possible. I thought you said you’d taken care of it. And now I’m looking at a final notice of foreclosure?”

“I said that I would take care of it, not that I had taken care of it,” Jon said defensively.

“That’s it, Jon. I’ve had it with you. You are a total fuck up,” Bess said. “Now I’ve got to take off from work tomorrow and go to the bank and plead with Mr. Schneider to give us a few more days to get the documents to him. And let me make sure that you understand, Jon, that I’m giving you an official notification that if the bank goes ahead with the foreclosure and we lose this house, you and I are over and I’ll be taking the kids and moving in with my mother.”

The Wise Old Owl

344B4E22-A228-4B11-9D63-4216F3DEB756.jpegA wise, old owl was sitting on a frost-covered branch high on a tree.

His perch enabled him to survey all that was around him.

The ground beneath the tree was covered by a snowy white, fluffy blanket.

The owl seemed to be intrigued by what he saw.

He pooped.

It splatted on the top of the snow below.

A yellow, green, and white spot on its surface.

He was an owl contented.

The world was in harmony.


Written for these one-word prompts: Nova’s Daily Random Word (owl), Word of the Day Challenge (frost), Your Daily Word Prompt (snowy), Scotts Daily Prompt, (spot), Fandago’s One-Word Challenge (intrigue), and Ragtag Daily Prompt (harmony).

Ursula Asks

2F6698C7-81F9-48AA-BE17-B95A1C647719In yet another one of her provocative posts, Ursula, at An Upturned Soul wrote about blogging — specifically storytelling and what you write and why you write it. In her post she posed a series of questions, probably intended to be rhetorical ones, but fascinating questions nonetheless.

So I decided, even though not invited to do so, go post her questions and to offer up my answers, for what they’re worth.

What will be discovered, uncovered, rediscovered or covered?

This question was borne out of her post’s opening question: “What should I write here? What about here, what should I say? And when I get over there what on earth will I be rambling, babbling and writing about?” My answer to this question is essentially “eye of the beholder.” At best, the reader will discover something he or she didn’t know, something interesting, entertaining, intriguing. Or maybe he or she will discover that whatever they read was not worth the time they invested to read it and will move on.

When you read a post or an article online, what do you think about it?

That depends on the nature and content of the post or article.

Do you think about what impression it has made on you?

Yes, of course. Some make a big impression, others not so much.

Whether you liked it or disliked?

Again, yes. If it’s a post, I will at least “like” it and, if I really liked it, I will tell the blogger in the comments why I liked it.

Are you arguing with the words on the cyber page or nodding your head in agreement?

Again, it depends upon what the post was about. 

Are you perhaps preparing to write a comment to tell the author exactly what you think of what they said, to share yourself with them as they shared themselves with you?

If I enjoyed reading the post, I will often post a comment with my thoughts. In most cases, if I didn’t enjoy the post, I’ll just shut up and move on. I see no reason to post a negative comment on a post I didn’t like.

Do you wonder about the author, are you curious about them enough to read their bio, their About page? Do you have questions which you want to ask them about themselves, but then talk yourself out of doing that because… why?

If I read a post that I enjoyed and am considering following that blogger, I will look at their About page to learn some more about the person behind the post. If there is no About page, I will not follow that blog. As to asking more questions, I will not ask them directly, but will hope to learn more about them by reading more of their posts.

Do you want to share your story?

My personal story is not exactly riveting, so I don’t think a straight telling of “my story” is not very interesting. That said, I do offer glimpses into my story through my flash fiction posts and the topics about which I choose to post.

Do you wish you could share your story, your thoughts, feelings, life, the way that others do?

No, not really. I am kind of attached to the way I express my thoughts, feeling, and life.

Do you think you’d do a better or worse job than they do at writing?

Neither better nor worse. Just, perhaps, different.

Do you think writing is difficult or easy?

I really enjoy writing, so I think writing for a blog is relatively easy. I’m not sure if I find it easy because I enjoy it, or if I enjoy it because I find it easy. But when it come to writing something longer than a blog post (e.g., a book), I have tried several times and find that extremely difficult.

Do you think blogging is a pleasurable pastime or hard work?

A pleasurable pastime. When and if it becomes hard work or a burden, I will stop blogging.

Day 23 — Everybody’s Listening

For today’s 30-Day Song Challenge we are asked for “a song that you think everybody should listen to.”

Listen, it’s not my place to suggest that anyone else, much less everyone else, should listen to a particular song. We all have different tastes in music. For example, I’m stuck in the 60s and 70s and mostly listen to classic rock. Others may be into country & western, hip hop, jazz, new wave, new age, pop, heavy metal, folk, whatever.

That said, a prompt is a prompt and I think there are two songs, both of them by the Eagles, that everyone should listen two. Both of them have what I believe to be messages worth considering.

So I present to you “Desperado” and “Take It To The Limit.”

Song Lyric Sunday — Season of the Witch

For this week’s Song Lyric Sunday theme, Helen Vahdati chose “season.” Yes, I know that in two days it will be Christmas, but I’m resisting the urge to post a song about the Christmas season. Or even a song about winter. Instead I’m going with a classic son by Donovan Leitch, “Season of the Witch.”

Written by Donovan and Shawn Phillips, the song was released in September 1966 on Donovan’s album, Sunshine Superman. It was never released as a single, but it became a very popular song with Donovan’s fans, enough so that Donovan played it live more than most of his other hits.

“Season of the Witch” was an early example of what became known as the “psychedelic genre” of music.

“There was a feeling, even then, that all was not perfect in the Garden of Eden,” Donovan said of the song in an interview with Mojo magazine June 2011. “Dealers were moving into bohemia and hard drugs were on the fringes.” The song proved to be somewhat prophetic in the months after he recorded it. There is a line in it that goes “Some cat looking over his shoulder at me.” Those bad cats looking at him would soon come calling at his door. He was arrested for possession of cannabis — the first high-profile London drug bust of the 60s. That bust prevented him from travelling to the United States, where he was due to perform at the Monterey Pop Festival, in June, 1967.

Here are the lyrics to Donovan’s “Season of the Witch.”

When I look out my window
Many sights to see
And when I look in my window
So many different people to be
That it’s strange
So strange

You got to pick up every stitch
You got to pick up every stitch
You got to pick up every stitch
Mmmm, must be the season of the witch
Must be the season of the witch, yeah
Must be the season of the witch

When I look over my shoulder
What do you think I see?
Some other cat lookin’ over
His shoulder at me
And he’s strange
Sure is strange

You got to pick up every stitch
You got to pick up every stitch, yeah
Beatniks are out to make it rich
Oh no, must be the season of the witch
Must be the season of the witch, yeah
Must be the season of the witch

You got to pick up every stitch
Two rabbits runnin’ in the ditch
Beatniks out to make it rich
Oh no, must be the season of the witch
Must be the season of the witch
Must be the season of the witch
When I go

When I look out my window
What do you think I see?
And when I look in my window
So many different people to be
It’s strange
Sure is strange

You got to pick up every stitch
You got to pick up every stitch
Two rabbits runnin’ in the ditch
Oh no, must be the season of the witch
Must be the season of the witch, yeah
Must be the season of the witch
When I go
When I go