What’s In The Box, Mom?

252565DF-284E-43AF-82E4-13B9D0C1F586“That salad was delicious,” Stan told his mother. “What was that meat in there? I’ve never tasted anything quite like it.”

“It was the meat from a conch shell,” Arlene said.

Wherever did you get that recipe, Mom?” Carolyn asked.

“Do you remember when your father and I went island hopping last year in the Caribbean?” Arlene asked. “We met an old war buddy of your father’s on St. Thomas. He lives there and he took us to a restaurant that specialized in conch. I persuaded the chef to give me a few conch recipes.”

“It’s really good, Mom,” Stan said, “but why did you ask Carolyn and me to come here tonight? You said you had something important to show us.”

“Yeah, Mom, the anticipation is killing me,” Carolyn said.

“Okay, let me go get it,” Arlene said, as she left the dining room. She returned a few seconds later and placed a square, gift wrapped box in the center of the table. “Voila!” she said.

Stan and Carolyn looked at one another and then looked at their mother. “What is it?” Carolyn asked.

“Read the card,” Arlene said.

Stan reached over and open the card attached to the top of the gift-wrapped box. “It says, ‘Robert, Your Loving Husband. Always Together.’ What does that mean, Mom? What’s inside the box.”

“I finally, after six months, had the courage to pick it up,” Arlene said, a big smile on her face. “Your father’s ashes are inside that beautiful box.”


Written for this week’s What Do You See? prompt from Hélène Vaillant. Also for these daily prompts: Word of the Day Challenge (delicious), Your Daily Word Prompt (wherever), Ragtag Daily Prompt (island), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (war), Weekly Prompts (anticipation), and The Daily Spur (inside).

MLMM Photo Challenge — The Epitome of Cool

B2D328ED-D671-436D-8F9D-92072AECCB0AHey, sweet thing, how ya doing? Another fine day at the beach, right? Yeah, I know. I do look pretty cool. In fact, I am the epitome of cool. I’m smart, I’m good looking, I’m rich. I dress with the best of them. And I tell you what, I look even better without clothes on than I do with clothes on. It’s true. Women are wild about me and even some guys have hit on me. Not that there’s anything wrong with that. I’m very open-minded. But fuhgeddaboudit, guys, this door doesn’t swing that way, you know what I mean?

Why am I here by myself if I’m all that? No, I’m not waiting for anyone to join me. I just needed some quality alone time. If I wanted to be here with someone, I’d have my choice of little fillies to keep me company. You think I’m full of myself? Why would you say something like that? I just got the goods, babe. I’m the real deal, primo real estate, you know what I’m saying?

Look at you playing all hard to get. That’s precious. I can dig it. Say, you want a beer? No? Okay. I can light up this doobie if you’re into that shit. No, huh? So what are you into, anyway? Not me? Wow, that’s harsh. I bet if you got to know me you’d change your tune. I’m charming and irresistible and dynamite between the sheets.

Hey, where are you going? Don’t walk away from me. That’s just rude. What the hell is your problem, bitch? You need someone to pull that stick outta your stuck up ass. And I’m just the man to do it, too. Well, you had your chance to score with me, but you blew it. Fine, don’t look back. I don’t care. No skin off my back. You’re not even in my league, babe, and I got more important things to do than to play head games with you. I was just getting ready to leave this scene, anyway. Goodbye and good riddance.


Written for this week’s Photo Challenge from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie. Photo credit: GQ.

Fandango’s Provocative Question #25

FPQWelcome once again to Fandango’s Provocative Question. Each week I will pose what I think is a provocative question for your consideration. By provocative, I don’t mean a question that will cause annoyance or anger. Nor do I mean a question intended to arouse sexual desire or interest.

What I do mean is a question that is likely to get you to think, to be creative, and to provoke a response. Hopefully a positive response.

Today I am borrowing my provocative question from Ursula at An Upturned Soul. In a recent post she indicated that one sign of “existential intelligence” is that you “regularly wonder what happens to us after death as well as where we were before we were born.”

I’m not sure I even understand what “existential intelligence” is, but I do have a position on where we were before we were born (nowhere, we didn’t exist) and what happens to us after death (poof, we’re gone and no longer exist). I guess that’s not very existential of me. Oh well.

But I thought it would be fascinating to find out what all of you think.

So today’s provocative question is all about the before and after:

“Where do you believe you were you before you were born and what do you believe will happen to you after you die?”

If you choose to participate, write a post with your response to the question. Once you are done, tag your post with #FPQ 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 most important, have fun.

The issue with pingbacks not showing up seems to have been resolved, but you might check to confirm that your pingback is there. If not, please manually add your link in the comments.

FOWC with Fandango — War

FOWCWelcome to May 29, 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 “war.”

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.

The issue with pingbacks not showing up seems to have been resolved, but you might check to confirm that your pingback is there. If not, please manually add your link in the comments.

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