The Big Idea

AE9425C1-CB10-494D-AA51-9AF373D770A9This was not how Henry wanted his life to go. He didn’t want to sit around playing bingo, waiting for his life to slowly drift off into the setting sun. He needed a big idea that would enable him to escape the humdrum life of retirement, to add a some excitement and even a little drama to the few remaining years he had left.

Henry believed he had come up with such an idea and when he revealed it to Harry, his best friend, Harry enthusiastically embraced Henry’s idea. “I wager that we can actually pull it off,” he told Henry.

The two men lived in a senior home in a relatively small town in Iowa. There was one bank in town and Henry had seen enough movies about amateur bank heists to enable him to hatch a scheme to rob that bank and for the two of them to abscond with a few bags full of money.

“Easy peasy,” Henry told Harry. “I’ll slip Frank, the security guard at the bank, who’s probably closer to death than we are, a C-note to go out back and take a cigarette break. Then we’ll hand Mildred, the teller, a note, hand her two large cloth bags, and tell her to fill them up with cash.”

“But she’ll recognize us,” Harry said. “She’ll rat us out to the cops.”

“Who cares?” Henry said. “We’ll take my son’s car and hightail it out of town. We’ll take the money, head to Chicago, go to the train station, and grab a train to the coast with our bounty. Boom, the good life!”

As it turned out, the heist went exactly according to Henry’s plan. The two old men stole the money, drove to Chicago, got a cheap hotel room near the train station, and planned to get up early to take the first train headed west. But when Henry woke up the next morning, Harry was gone, and so was the money. Then Henry found the note from Harry.

“Loved your big idea and great plan, Henry,” the note said, “but you failed to take into account how selfish I am. The money will last me twice as long if I take it all for myself. Besides, when you get nailed for the bank robbery and thrown in the clink, you’ll get a bed and three squares a day. You won’t need any money. All the best, Harry.”


Written for Paula Light’s Thursday Inspiration post, where the theme is “gone” using the image above from Enrique Lopez Garre. Also for these daily prompts: Ragtag Daily Prompt (drift), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (humdrum), The Daily Spur (drama), Word of the Day Challenge (wager), and Your Daily Word Prompt (abscond).

Tale Weaver — Reflection

102F6D24-BA34-41A1-B729-9A87842C8D5FI don’t look in the mirror all that much. In fact, the only time I really look into the mirror is when I wake up in the morning to wash my face and brush my teeth.

And it’s always a bit of a shock when I look at my reflection. Who’s that? I wonder. Who’s that old fart looking back at me? That’s not me. I’m in my prime. How did that old man get in my bathroom mirror?

I feel as if I’m not looking at my reflection in that mirror, but at a Dorian Gray-like picture. Only it’s me, not my painting, that has aged.

In my mind’s eye, I’m no older than I was when I was a younger man. I don’t really feel older, save for a few more aches and pains, perhaps. It just doesn’t feel to me that I’ve been alive any longer now than it felt to me when I was in my twenties or thirties.

In my dreams, I’m always way younger than I actually am. And smarter. And better looking, too. And sometimes I can fly! Ah perchance to dream.

But then the cold, hard reality hits me when I step into the bathroom, splash water on my face, and look at my reflection in the mirror.

Seriously, where did I go? What happen to that luxurious head of wavy brown hair I used to have? What’s with all those random little hairs growing out of my ears? Will putting some black shoe polish on my gray beard make me look any younger?

And when the hell did my eyebrows start to resemble Andy Rooney’s?

Okay, time to face up to the truth. I really am the person I see reflected in the mirror. But that image staring back at me doesn’t define who I am. It merely reflects how long I’ve been at it.

And dammit, I’m still young at heart.


Written for this week’s Tale Weaver prompt from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie. We are asked to consider the concept of reflection.

#100WW — It’s Perfect

2074D702-4B51-4CD1-B793-6E7242027004“I know she’s in rough shape,” the man said, “but I got a mechanic who can tow her to his shop and get her up and running again. Prolly take him three or four days.”

“What do you want for it?” Jesse asked.

“Hmm,” the man said. “For the tow, the parts and labor, and for new tires, prolly cost about two grand. Eight more for the bus for an even ten.”

“I’ll take it. It’s perfect,” Jesse said.

“Are you planning to take a road trip?”

“Nope. I’m going to convert it. You’re looking at my new tiny house.”

(100 words)


Written for this week’s 100 Word Wednesday prompt from Bikurgurl.

3-2-1 Quote Me! — Happiness

EC31D7DA-9816-46E6-ABB7-DD9A591594C9The indefatigable Rory, over at A Guy Called Bloke, has tagged me for his latest 3-2-1 Quote Me! game. This time the topic is Happiness.

As a reminder, what I’m supposed to do is:

  • Thank the selector — Thanks, Rory
  • Post 2 quotes for the dedicated Topic of the Day, “Happiness”
  • Select 3 bloggers to take part in ‘3-2-1 Quote Me!’

Okay, here are my two quotes:

E3E32A8C-5056-4524-B7E4-65C681DC0C11FB0B0849-C2D3-4BE7-AFDA-10EC8D3D57FBOkay, now to tag three other bloggers to come up with two happiness quotes.

FOWC with Fandango — Humdrum

FOWCWelcome to May 30, 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 “humdrum.”

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.