Friday Fictioneers — After All These Years

64b1b897-b130-4f8b-829f-9e0e157bd48cMark was surprised to receive a registered letter from the sheriffs department in Wheeling, West Virginia. He lived in Chicago and couldn’t imagine why he’d be getting such a letter from any sheriffs department, much less one from Wheeling.

He tore open the envelope and read the letter.

“We have recovered a vehicle, a 1953 Chevrolet Deluxe, which has been identified as the one that you reported in 1958 as having been stolen from the parking lot of your apartment building in Chicago. See the enclosed photograph. Please make arrangements to retrieve your vehicle from our impound.”

“I’ll be damned,” Mark said.

(100 words)


Written for this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Photo credit: Ted Strutz.

Plummeting Approval Ratings

994cafa9-7d21-421e-9e35-cf1ea7f639f8“I don’t understand why my approval rating is plummeting,” the President said. “I’ve accomplished more in my first two years than all other presidents combined.”

“It’s the government shutdown, sir,” Jared said. “People aren’t happy about that and they blame you.”

“Blame me? It’s the Democrats’ fault. They don’t want to give me my wall. I want my wall. I’m determined to get my wall,” POTUS said.

“The truth is, Mr. President,” Sarah said, “that most Americans are against the wall. The polls show….”

“The polls?” Trump interrupted. “What do the polls know? Didn’t the polls forecast that I’d lose bigly to Crooked Hillary? And yet my victory was the biggest landslide in presidential election history. Isn’t that right, Ivanka?”

“Yes, Daddy. It was marvelous, just like my line  shoes, purses, and jewelry.”

“Exactly,” POTUS said with a smile. “We have to do something big. I can’t just float around like a piece of fucking driftwood, you know. I’m a star, we need to grab this thing like I grab women’s pussies, dammit.”

“I know,” said Mick Mulvaney. “Let’s end the shutdown, Mr. President. You’ll be hailed as a hero, sir.”

“Fuhgedabboudit!” Trump shouted. “I know. Let’s rent a large arena and stage a giant rally. No wait, a yuge stadium. It will be broadcast across all the networks. Millions will watch me. Then all those stupid suckers will love me again. The best president ever.


Written for these daily prompts: Word of the Day Challenge (combine), Fandango’s One-WordPress Challenge (determined), Ragtag Daily Prompt (forecast), Your Daily Word Prompt (marvelous), Michael’s Writing Prompts (driftwood), and Daily Addictions (arena).

Friday Follies — The Trump Sandwich

Jase, over at Proscenium, has this fun thing he calls Friday Follies where, each week he asks us to post “any kind of sign, flyer, ad, etc. that you may see posted or printed or whatever/wherever, that would, might, or might not, intentionally or unintentionally, be a mistake or could be interpreted the wrong way, misspelled, be a double entendre, or just outright hilarious.”

The last time I entered the Friday Follies at the end of December, I went a little political. This time, I’m going even more political with this amusing little sandwich board.d1615f23-5301-4ee3-b395-302d343bd6edOh snap!

JusJoJan — A Question of Balance

The word for today’s Just Jot It January prompt from Linda G. Hill was suggested by JP the Wide-Eyed Wanderer. JP gave us the word “balance.”

247022af-5d0f-4156-b0df-702799d7c073I’m going to fight my inclination to write about the album from The Moody Blues titled “A Question of Balance.” It’s one of my favorite albums, but I’m not even going to mention it in this post.

I’m also not going to talk about the balance we all seek in our lives. How we strive to strike a balance between work and play, between job and family, between the blogosphere and the real world, between sanity and insanity. Nope, that’s not that’s not what this post is about either.

The balance I am going to focus on is the balance that allows us to function in our activities of daily living. The physical sense of balance.2b931054-c9c1-4b52-8333-a082ae344857I have generally been healthy throughout most of my life, with no major maladies. But I do suffer from two chronic, mostly just annoying conditions. One is tinnitus, or ringing in the ears. The other is something that is officially named Benign Paroxysmal Positional Vertigo (BPPV). That means that I get dizzy if I put my head in certain positions. Because people with BPPV often feel dizzy or unsteady when they tip their heads back in order to look up, sometimes BPPV is called “top shelf vertigo.”

BPPV is thought to be due to debris that has collected within a part of the inner ear. This debris can be thought of as “ear rocks,” although the formal name is “otoconia.” However, no one is really sure what causes these “ear rocks” to form or to accumulate and to bring about the sensation of vertigo. I once asked a doctor what was causing my vertigo, and his response was, “It could be a million things. It could be a brain tumor.” That sure helped ease my concerns. Well, at least he didn’t tell me that it’s because I have rocks in my head!

Learning to live with vertigo is challenging because when it hits, it is debilitating. Everything is spinning. Sometimes I feel like I’m spinning. Other times I feel like everything but me is spinning. And when I get vertigo, it affects my sense of balance, and often causes nausea and vomiting.

Since this type of vertigo is triggered by the position of my head, I avoid putting my head in those triggering positions. For the most part, that works to help me avoid too many instances of vertigo. But when it does happen, my only recourse is to get in bed and try to sleep it off until the episode has passed.

So thank you, JP, for giving me the opportunity to share my balance challenge with everyone. Maybe at another time I’ll write a post about work/life balance or about the “A Question of Balance” album. But not today.

FOWC with Fandango — Determined

FOWCWelcome to January 25, 2019 and to Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (aka, FOWC). It’s designed to fill the void after WordPress bailed on its daily one-word prompt.

I will be posting each day’s word just after midnight Pacific Time (US).

Today’s word is “determined.”

Write a post using that word. It can be prose, poetry, fiction, non-fiction. It can be any length. It can be just a picture or a drawing if you want. No holds barred, so to speak.

Once you are done, tag your post with #FOWC and create a pingback to this post if you are on WordPress. Or you can simply include a link to your post in the comments.

And be sure to read the posts of other bloggers who respond to this prompt. You will marvel at their creativity.