The Weary Wanderer

0B9FA242-7841-443E-AC72-15415BAF040CThe thick clouds finally parted, allowing the light from the large, full moon to illuminate the frozen landscape, revealing the path forward for the weary wanderer toward the isolated castle. She shielded the flame on her staff from the cold, brisk wind before pushing forward.

Step by step, she pressed on, bound and determined to reach her destination before she succumbed to hunger and the elements.

About two hours later, desperately fighting exhaustion, she approached the gates of the castle. There was a large, brass bell overhead, with a thick rope hanging down. With her last bit of strength, she reached up and pulled down on the rope. And then she passed out.

Light from a bright sun came streaming through the windows of the large bedroom, waking the wanderer up from a deep sleep. She opened her eyes to see a man standing beside her bed holding a tray. He asked her to sit up and placed a tray of food on her lap.

“I trust you’re well rested, m’lady,” he said.

“How long have I been asleep?” she asked.

“About a day and a half, m’lady,” he responded.

At that point, another man walked into the room. “Leave us,” he said to the man who had brought in the tray. The tray-bearer bowed and departed.

Once they were alone, the remaining man said to the woman, “You have passed the penultimate challenge, albeit just barely. Now it’s time for your final challenge. Are you ready?”

“I am, sire,” she said.


Written for Hélène Vaillant’s What Do You See? Prompt and for Go Dog Go Café Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge, where the prompt word is “light.”

3TC — The Lake House

14DC1503-516E-4061-83CD-0EF004ECB20C“Did you remember to pack everything for our trip?” her mother asked.

“Yes, Mom, I am quite responsible,” Beth said, irritated. “It fascinates me how you have such little faith in me. Why do you always think I’ll be derelict in my duties?”

“You’re right, sweetie,” her mother said. “It’s not your fault. I just want to make sure that when we get to the lake house, we won’t have forgotten anything.”

“I’m not an idiot, Mom,” Beth said. “I have the list you and Dad put together and everything is accounted for.”

“So you packed the meatloaf sandwiches and the potato salad for today’s lunch?” her mother asked. “And the beverages, and the sunblock?”

“Yes Mother.”

“Well, the weather at the lake is supposed to be sunny and hot, so bring an extra bottle of sunblock. Otherwise you’ll end up with blotches instead of a uniform skin tone.”

A few hours later, after arriving at the lake house and unpacking everything they brought, Beth’s father asked his wife if she remembered to bring his iPhone charger with them. Beth’s mother looked at Beth.

“Oops,” said Beth.


Written for Paula Light’s Three Things Challenge, where the three things are meatloaf, charger, and sunblock. Also for these daily prompts: Your Daily Word Prompt (fascinate), Word of the Day Challenge (derelict), Ragtag Daily Prompt (fault), and Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (uniform).

MLMM Photo Challenge — Perspective

A1F11D05-638A-4FD1-B492-492950D4C439”Delores, I’m crazy about you,” Kyle said. “There’s nothing about you I don’t love. In fact, I’m head over heels in love with you.”

“I feel the same way about you, Kyle,” Delores said. “But from my perspective, at the moment you’re actually heels over head in love with me.”


Written for the Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge. Photo credit: Google.

Twittering Tales — Otherwise

E7311388-3A1D-4818-863C-8A203FB666A1“Why do you sleep with so many pillows?” his girlfriend asked. “You have only one head.”

“I need two behind my head,” he said. “Otherwise I’ll get dizzy. I need one in the small of my back. Otherwise I’ll get a backache. And one beneath my knees. Otherwise my feet will swell up.”

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Written for this week’s Twittering Tales prompt from Kat Myrman. Photo credit: Jay Mantri @ Pixabay.com.

FOWC with Fandango — Uniform

FOWCWelcome to February 26, 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 “uniform.”

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.