Beyond Your Station

E0D2E313-7966-4C87-A18D-24CC20EAAA41“I worship the ground she walks on,” Robert lamented.

No, no that will not do,” Marion said, “That will not do at all.”

“But she is marvelous,” Robert exclaimed. “I am simply unable to resist her charms.”

“She’s is a lady-in-waiting for the princess,” Marion said. “You are but a footman; you are well below her station. For you to pursue this ill-conceived misadventure would be neither rash nor dignified.”

“I must, for just seeing her makes me positively giddy,” Robert said.

“Robert,” Marion said, “I implore you to keep your head about you. If you wish, that is, to actually keep your head about you.”


Written for two of The Haunted Wordsmith’s prompts, Story Starter Challenge using the sentence, “No, no that will not do,” and Opposite Attracts Challenge using the antonyms “dignified” and “giddy.”

Also for these daily prompts: Your Daily Word Prompt (worship), Word of the Day Challenge (marvelous), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (lady), and Ragtag Daily Prompt (rash).

#writephoto — The Trough in the Forest

C50AAC45-C2CE-4C35-81CB-4F5CA58E3452“Hey guys, get over here. You gotta see what I’ve stumbled upon,” Leo yelled.

“Keep your pants on, Leo,” Dwight yelled back as he and two other schoolmates headed over to where Leo was standing.

Donny was the first one to reach Leo. “Jesus, what is that thing?” he asked.

“It looks like a trough of some sort,” Jeff said when he caught up to Dwight and Donny.

“Or a grave or tomb,” Leo said, affecting a spooky tone.

“It’s not a grave,” Jeff said. “If this was an old cemetery, there would be other graves, but there aren’t any others.”

“So what is it then?” Leo asked. “It’s about the dimensions of a grave.”

Donny picked up long, narrow tree branch he found on the ground, stood over the opening, and started poking at the ground in the hole. “What the hell are you doing, Donny?” Dwight asked.

“I want to see how deep it is and if I hit anything solid, like a casket,” Donny said.

Just as he said that, a cold, smoky mist started coming up from the hole. The four boys stepped back and watched in horror as the mist thickened and took on an almost human-like shape. The boys would have run, but they were unable to move, as if frozen in place.

“Who dares disturb my slumber?” a deep, haunting voice that seemed to be coming from the mist asked.

“We didn’t mean to, sir,” Leo said. “We didn’t know this was your resting place.”

“Silence!” bellowed the voice. “You have awakened me after more than a century of the restless sleep of the undead! You shall pay with your lives!” Then the smoke took on a blood red hue.

Dwight grabbed Leo, Leo grabbed Jeff, and Jeff grabbed Donny. “Run!” Dwight shouted as the boys took off running.

What they couldn’t hear as they ran for their lives was the laughter of their schoolmate, Billy, who was hiding behind a tree. “It’s amazing what you can do with a smoke machine, a microphone wirelessly linked to a speaker by bluetooth, a light bar, and a remote control device,” he chuckled.


Written for this week’s Thursday Photo Prompt from Sue Vincent.

Here Are a Few of My Favorite Things

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Rory has posted another on of his intrusive questions posts, this one he calls Late Night Quick Draw because, I guess, he posted it late at night and he was quick on the draw that night, whatever that means (get your minds out of the gutter, folks).

So let’s see what Rory was wondering late that night.

Describe yourself in 7 words?

I’m an old fart who enjoys blogging.

What do you find funny?

I find it funny that around 40% of American voters still support Donald Trump, and that almost 90% of Republicans think he’s doing good job as president. Actually, I don’t find that funny at all. I find it inexplicable and very sad.

Favorite Food?

Maryland blue crabs

Favorite Tipple?

“Tipple”? I had to Google that word to learn that it’s an alcohol beverage. I’m kind of a teetotaler, but if I am going to have an alcoholic drink, it’s most likely going to be a beer.

Favorite Ice Cream Flavor?

Ben & Jerry’s Stephen Colbert’s Americone Dream.

Currently Reading?

This post.

Last Film you saw [Cinema/DVD]?

“The Highwaymen” on Netflix. It’s the story of Bonnie & Clyde told from the perspective of the two retired Texas Rangers who tracked them down.

Favorite Comfort Food?

My wife’s turkey chili.

Ideal Breakfast?

Nova, eggs, and onions.

Favorite Music Genre?

Classic Rock.

Best Holiday you have had?

A family ski trip to Taos Ski Valley in New Mexico. (And, yes, I remained clothed at all times. At least during daylight hours.)

Holiday destination you would love to see?

New Zealand.

What’s your favorite animal?

Our dog and our cat.

Favorite Game?

The card game of Hearts.

Favorite sport [Take part in/watch]?

I like watching most sports, but my favorite is baseball.

Most Favorite Nursery Rhyme Growing Up?

I don’t know that I had a favorite, as I really was never that into nursery rhymes. Maybe Humpty Dumpty.

Favorite Color

Blue.

What would be your perfect day?

Sunny, around 70 F, at the ocean with my wife and our dog.

W is for Whoa

298FB7DA-4BA5-4017-9F88-DC7DF2F28989“Whoa!” That is what I often say multiple times a day each time I read or hear the latest news on the words or actions of Donald Trump, his surrogates and sycophants.

Whoa! When Kirstjen Nielsen was the secretary of Homeland Security, she reportedly wanted to warn the White House about Russian interference in the upcoming 2020 election, but Trump’s chief of staff, Mick Mulvaney, told her not to bring it up to the President because he still believes any discussion about Russia’s election interference undermines his 2016 election victory and doesn’t want to hear it, much less do anything to prevent it.

Whoa! Donald Trump told Sean Hannity that the Russia investigation was an attempted coup by the Democrats and that it was an effort to overthrow the government of the United States.

Whoa! Donald Trump, in his attempts to obstruct Congress from conducting oversight of the Executive Branch, has instructed his current and former aids to defy congressional subpoenas and to violate their legal obligations.

Whoa! Treasury Secretary Steven Mnuchin has once again delayed a decision on whether to turn over President Trump’s tax returns to Congress, which according to law, the IRS must do when such tax returns are formally requested by Congress.

Whoa! Trump and the Trump Organization are suing House Oversight and Reform Chairman Elijah Cummings to stop subpoenas for financial information from the president’s businesses. This from the man who claims that he is the most transparent president in history.

Whoa! The five conservative Supreme Court Justices, two of which were appointed by Trump, are showing signs that they are inclined to vote in favor of allowing the addition of a citizenship question on the 2020 census, despite the fact that the Constitution requires that every person residing in the United States — not just citizens — be counted each decade.

I could go on and on, but whoa!


Previous A to Z Challenge 2019 posts:
A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z

A Yearning for Pizza

6F10A78A-845C-4394-B3BA-429B840AD8E9George was known as a tough guy who had a very short fuse. People didn’t want to cross him, lest they end up pushing up daisies in the local cemetery.

One night George decided to throw a party over at his house for a few dozen of his closest friends and he hired a caterer to provide hors d’oeuvres for the gathering. On the night of the party, though, George had a strong yearning for pizza. When the caterer showed up with a cornucopia of hors d’oeuvres, George told the caterer that he didn’t want them and demanded that he go get him a dozen steaming pizzas.

The surprised caterer looked at George and said, “Sir, I’ll be happy to procure the pizzas you’re asking for, but what am I supposed to do with all of these hors d’oeuvres?”

“I don’t give a shit what you do with them,” George said. “Take them back, throw them out, donate them to charity, whatever. Just get me my goddam pizzas.”

“How would you like to handle to cost of the hors d’oeuvres?” The caterer asked. “I’m sure we can negotiate a fair price.”

George pulled his revolver from his shoulder holster inside his jacket and held it up to the caterer’s forehead. “How about we negotiate that you go get me those pizzas I asked for and I won’t shoot you right between the eyes?”

“Yes sir,” the caterer said, as the trickle of warm urine made its way down his leg.

As the caterer turned around to leave, George called out to him, “And you’d better hurry back with those pizzas if you know what’s good for you.”


Sorry I’m late with this post, but I was away most of the afternoon and evening. This was written for yesterday’s Three Things Challenge from Paula Light, where the three things are “pizza,” “daisy,” and “revolver.” Also for these daily prompts from yesterday: Word of the Day Challenge (yearning), Ragtag Daily Prompt (cornucopia), Your Daily Word Prompt (negotiate), and Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (hurry).