Not Share Your World

D061020A-03AB-4EF6-A9F3-D04B4F362A6DNo, this is not an off-cycle Share Your World prompt, although it is Share Your World-like in that Melanie is posing a series of questions for her followers to answer. But she did get nominated — twice, in fact — for the ubiquitous The Real Neat Blog Award. And she did say that her questions are “for anyone at all who cares to do some questions.” Well, I care, so here goes.

Your favorite pancake or waffle topping

Real maple syrup from Vermont.

In brief, what are your thoughts on BLM (and not the Bureau of Land Management, which is what I always think of first when I see that abbreviation)?

My thoughts are that black lives do, indeed, matter.

What’s one adage or saying that you say a lot?

“Whatever floats your boat.” That and “Bite me.”

Do people tend to humanize their pets too much?

No, but they do tend to humanize other humans too much.

What’s the last formal wear item you wore?

A pair of dress jeans and a button down shirt, which I consider to be formal wear.

Are you a jewelry type of person (a watch is jewelry for the guys who are rolling their eyes possibly)?

I wear my wedding ring and an Apple Watch. That’s it.

What’s your favorite fresh fruit?

I like a lot of different fruits, but the one I probably have most often is bananas, as I slice one up every morning to have in my breakfast cereal.

Heat Wave

DA4C19B8-E19B-4EC7-8AB5-0D6DC21923F2“This heat wave is going to be the death of me,” Dave complained on his phone call with his friend, Charlotte, “The high temperatures have been off the chart and my place isn’t air conditioned. Even with a fan on and the windows open, it’s so damn hot in my bedroom that I can’t fall asleep at night. I’ve even started to sleep in the nude to try and stay cool, but that hasn’t helped. I lay awake all night in a pool of my own sweat, and I’m feeling really sleep deprived. I can’t take this much longer.”

Listening to Dave’s voice, Charlotte felt something stir deep inside her as she visualized Dave’s hot, naked, sweaty body. Up until that point she and Dave had a purely friendly, platonic relationship, but suddenly she was feeling very naughty.

“How about if I come over and bring a bag of ice cubes that I can rub all over your hot, sweaty body?” she asked in her most sultry voice.

“I don’t know if that will help me sleep,” Dave said, “but it will no doubt take my mind off obsessing about it. How quickly can you get here?”

Written for these daily prompts: Ragtag Daily Prompt (chart), Word of the Day Challenge (hot), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (asleep), Your Daily Word Prompt (deprive), Jibber Jabber (friendly), and The Daily Spur (naughty). Photo credit: iStock.

What Do You See? — Paradise Lost

C6A8FC7D-60F1-4FA1-B1A5-9E178858F66DThe party of six had somehow managed to survive the crash of their small plane when the pilot was able to land it successfully on the sandy shore of a remote mountain lake. They gathered up their possessions, at least as much as each could reasonably carry, and began their trek to try to find civilization before the harsh elements and the lack of more than a few day’s worth of food would be their demise.

Early on the third day of their journey, cold, hungry, and exhausted, the members of the group were starting to lose hope. But then Robert, the pilot, saw something through the mist. “Look, over there,” he said, pointing to what looked like steps carved into the rocky slope leading up toward what appeared to be a structure made from stone. “I don’t know what that is, or if we’ll find anyone there, but if we can get their before dusk, it should provide us some shelter for the night.”

With whatever strength the small group could muster, they headed toward the stone steps. Upon reaching the base, Sondra looked up at what appeared to be a never ending staircase. She fell to her knees and began to cry. “I can’t go on. I just can’t.”

Robert went over to Sondra, put an around around her, and said, “I will help you. If I must, I will carry you. We’ve come too far to stop here.”

George, one of the other passengers, joined Robert, and went to Sondra’s other side. The two men helped her up and the small group proceeded to slowly climb the stone steps.

As they ascended, the mist thickened and temperatures dropped. But just as the members of the small party were about to abandon all hope, the mist cleared, the clouds parted, and standing high up on the stone staircase above them was a tall man with a long, white beard and dressed in a gray robe and hat.

“Who are you and what is this place?” Robert asked the strange man.

“You are at the threshold of Shangri La,” the man said. “I am the High Lama, and the more important questions are who are you and why are you here.”

Robert explained about the plane crash and the trek they had been on. “We are all near exhaustion. We are hungry and need to rest. Can you provide us with some food and shelter until we are strong enough to continue to our journey to return to our homes?”

“You may seek shelter here if you wish,” the High Lama said, “but before you decide to enter Shangri La, you must agree to embrace our ways and understand that once you cross through our portal, you can never leave.”

Sondra once again began to cry. “Will I never be able to see my children again?”

“You must give up all of your worldly possessions and those you love. That is the price of entering Shangri La,” the High Lama said.

“That’s crazy,” George said. “What if we walk through the gates of Shangri La but then choose to leave later?”

“That is unlikely,“ the High Lama said, “but if you do leave, you will wander for the rest of eternity. For once you find paradise, to leave is paradise lost.”

Written for Sadje’s What Do You See? prompt. Image credit: Stefan Keller at Pixabay.

FOWC with Fandango — Asleep

FOWCWelcome to July 14, 2020 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 “asleep.”

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. Please 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.