That’s Really Something

“Do we have to go to your grandmother’s house?” Sam complained to his wife. “The last time we were there, the place smelled of bengay and peppermint.”

“I know,” Karen said, “but she said she had a special gift for the new baby. We’re almost there, sweetheart, and I promise we won’t stay long.”

“Fine,” Sam said, “but no more than an hour, okay.”

Karen’s grandmother was standing by the front door waving at her daughter and son-in-law when Sam pulled the car into the driveway. “Here we go,” Sam said.

When they got to the door, Karen’s grandmother warmly hugged them both. She stood back and looked at her granddaughter. “Oh Karen,” she said, “Look how big you are. You look like you’re going to have that baby any second now.”

“The baby’s not due for another two weeks, Granny,” Karen said. Didn’t you write the due date down on your calendar?”

“I think I did, honey, but with my memory the way it is, who knows? Would you mind checking? It’s the one hanging in the kitchen with a picture of a dolphin on it.”

“Sure, Grandma,” Karen said. “You know, we can’t stay too long. Sam has this work thing.”

“Well, let’s get down to business, then,” Grandma said. “First I have something for you, Karen.” She pulled a little velvet box from her apron and held it out to Karen. “Go ahead, open it up.”

Karen opened up the box and found a pair of earrings in it, each with a small ruby stone in it. “Grandma, these are your earrings,” Karen said.

“Yes, dear, but I never go anywhere to wear them, so I want you to have them.” When Karen started to protest, her grandmother said in a firm voice, “They’re for you. I’ve been saving them for you, so no argument, do you hear?”

“Thanks, Grandma,” Karen said, “but I thought you had something for the baby, not for me.”

“I do, sweetheart,” Karen’s grandmother said, beaming. “I ordered this wallpaper for the baby’s nursery. Here’s a sample,” she said, as she handed a three by three square sheet of the wallpaper to Karen. “Fantastic, isn’t it?”

“Yes, Grandma, that’s, umm, really something,” Karen said, as Sam ran out of the house laughing hysterically.E26F21BC-056F-4FDA-8417-EB5549CA3E83


Written for Paula Light’s Three Things Challenge, where the three things are “calendar,” “dolphin,” and “ruby.” Also for The Haunted Wordsmith Daily Prompt from Teresa, where the setting is an elderly person’s home, the sentence starter is “The place smelled of bengay and peppermint,” and the photo is the flowered wallpaper. Photo credit: Ylanite Koppens from Pixabay

Time To Write — The Start Up

D42441B3-B936-42FE-B7D4-23A0E8ED91B9“So, son, have you decided where you’re going to apply for graduate school yet?” Charles’ father, Harry, asked him.

“To be honest, Dad,” Charles said, “I don’t want to go to graduate school. I want to start my own internet company.”

“Your own internet company? Surely you jest, son.” Harry said. “Where do you think you’re going to come up with the money to start your own company?”

“I’ve been talking with a few tech investors and they’re interesting in giving me some start up funding through their venture capital firms,” Charles said.

“Charles, do you realize that 20% of small businesses fail in their first year, 30% in their second year, 50% after five years, and 70% of small business owners fail in their 10th year?” his father said.

“Dad, why are you always so cynical?” Charles asked. Are you just bitter because you never had the balls to strike out on your own?”

“Fine, son,” Harry said. “If you think you can be the next Jeff Bezos or Mark Zuckerberg, go for it. Just remember that a successful tech start up like Facebook is an anomaly and is not the norm. But it’s your life, Charles. You know I’ll be there, as I have always been, to catch you if you fall.”


Written for these daily prompts: Ragtag Daily Prompt (graduate), Word of the Day Challenge (jest), Time To Write (money), Your Daily Word Prompt (cynical), The Daily Spur (bitter), and Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (anomaly).

Friday Fictioneers — Same Difference

A8AE1743-0151-4FB0-8F57-2AB1BDDC929F“I’m so proud of our daughter,” Gloria said. “Look at her swim. She’s like a fish out of water.”

“You used the wrong simile, Gloria,” Richard said. “To say that someone is a fish out of water means that they are out of their element and are uncomfortable in their situation or surroundings. I think the simile you were looking for is that she swims like a fish.”

“Same difference,” Gloria said.

“Gloria, if something is the same as something else, there is no difference. You can say ‘the same’ or ‘no difference,’ but not ‘same difference.’”

“Bite me, Richard.”

(100 words)


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

It’s Gotten Even Worse

On May 17, 2017, I published my second post after I started this blog. I titled it, “Can American Democracy Survive Donald Trump?” That post received a grand total of three views, one like, and zero comments.

As I was reflecting back on my two years as Fandango, and I read this post, I was amazed that not only has little has changed over the past two years of Donald Trump’s presidency, it has actually gotten even worse.

And so I present below my two-year old post, unchanged and unedited from the original. Some of it is a little dated, but the overall message is the same: America is fucked as long as Trump is president.

Can American Democracy Survive Donald Trump?

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I didn’t just fall off the turnip truck, you know. No siree, Bob! I’ve been around long enough to have experienced Vietnam and Watergate and how terribly divided this country was at those times. But I’ve never seen anything quite like what is happening now to the sanctity of the American democracy under President Donald J. Trump. It’s taken its toll on me. I’m tired, very tired.

It’s not because I’m old, though, or because I’ve been having trouble falling and staying asleep at night. No, the reason I am tired is because something devastating has been happening in and to the country I love. And it’s draining me.

Fake News and Alternative Facts

For months before the election in November, we had been inundated with fake news, alternative facts, lies, racism, and misogyny. Since the election things have only gotten worse, given all of Trump’s conflicts of interest, blatant nepotism, and unprecedented incompetence at the highest levels of the government.

Our new president is purging (or buying off?) his perceived enemies and anyone he believes might do him harm, with FBI Director James Comey’s firing as the latest example. Donald Trump is successfully … so far, anyway … turning our country into an authoritarian dictatorship.

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And what I find truly remarkable and upsetting is that the spineless, gutless, “party over country” Republicans in Congress are just sitting back and letting it happen. They know that Trump is an unhinged, delusional narcissist who is also a pathological liar. But he’s their unhinged, delusional, narcissistic, liar who will sign whatever bills and appoint whatever judges they put in front of him.

Trump is engaging in a war against the legitimate media. He is spreading outright lies, misinformation, and conspiracy theories in an effort to divert and distract attention from the many self-inflicted wounds he’s created as a result of his more outrageous tweets and his asinine behaviors.

Treason or Stupidity?

He has yet to admit that Russia interfered with the election and seems to be giving Putin and the Russians cover. And while he’s saying “America First,” his actions appear to be putting Russia first. He even shared highly classified information with Russian operatives in the Oval Office. Is he intentionally committing treason or is he just incredibly stupid? Or Both?

Respected scholars of history have expressed concerns about how Trump seems to be leading our country down a path followed by despotic 20th century and contemporary leaders.

He has sung the praises of Vladimir Putin (“a strong leader”) and Kim Jong-un (“a smart cookie”). He congratulated Turkish leader Erdogan on winning a referendum that expanded and consolidated his authoritarian powers. He praised the autocratic Egyptian leader el-Sisi as well as Filipino strongman Duterte, a man who likens himself to Hitler.

At the same time, Trump has denigrated and challenged the judicial branch of our own government and seems to have co-opted congressional Republicans, who hold the majority in both houses.

So back to my original question. Can American democracy survive Donald Trump? The short answer is yes, but it will take four types of people to make sure it does.

First, courageous employees within the executive and legislative branches of government who recognize the damage to our national security and our way of life that Trump is causing must be willing to risk their careers and leak documents to the legitimate press so that the unhinged actions of Donald Trump will see the light of day.

Second, brave journalists and reporters must do their jobs and continue to research, publish, and report on what is going on at the White House and in Congress.

Third, concerned citizens need to continue to reach out to their senators and representatives and hold them accountable for their actions. And if these elected officials in Congress don’t have the backbone to put country over party and to do what’s right and best for their constituents by standing up to Trump, they need to know that they will be voted out of office.

Finally, GOP members of Congress and Trump loyalists must stop turning deaf ears and blind eyes to Trump’s faults and follies. They need to honestly and objectively see him and the danger he posed to our country. They also need to stop getting all their news from Fox News.

If these groups of people do the right thing, democracy in America has a chance. If not, well, it was good while it lasted.


Top political cartoon © 5/11/17, Joel Pett, Lexington Herald-Leader. Second political cartoon © 5/16/17 Bill Sanders, Sanders Cartoon Commentary.

#writephoto — Burned in Effigy

F4AD6DA9-7EA0-4185-98F1-32EC6712AF8FThere once was a time, not that long ago, when all witches were good, helpful, charitable, and benevolent. They were highly regarded by the villagers and their beneficial and healing spells and potions were welcomed by the townspeople.

But as it is with human nature, there were some witches who began to use their skills for more nefarious purposes. They would cast spells to do evil things and they would create potions that caused harm, and in some cases, even death, rather than to heal.

As the ranks of these wicked witches grew and tales of their treachery spread far and wide, the villagers that once held the witches in high regard unsurprisingly turned against them. Because, as we all know, the bad deeds of the few are almost always of more interest to the masses than the good deeds of the many.

Pretty soon, angry mobs began rounding up all of the witches, regardless of whether they were benevolent, good witches or malevolent, evil ones.

Eventually, all of the witches were subjected to trials where the outcome was always that they were guilty of practicing wicked witchcraft. They were either hanged, drowned, or burned at the stake.

There was an incident one night, however, when the last three surviving witches, who were jailed and were awaiting trial, somehow managed to escape from their cell. They were last seen fleeing, still chained to one another, through the fields outside of town. But before they could be apprehended, they seemed to have vanished into thin air.

The village leaders decided that, since they were unable to properly burn the three missing witches at the stake, they would, instead, build life-sized models of the three witches made out of tree branches and use the models to burn the witches in effigy.

But when the townspeople attempted to set the models on fire, the wood branches would not catch fire. They just smoldered, filling the air in and around the village with a putrid smell.

To this very day, those indestructible three witches crafted from tree branches stand in that same field outside of the village, a monument to, and a reminder of, the dark days when people were judged not by who they were but by what they believed.


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