#WDYS — No Escape

He was exhausted. He was hot, tired, and oh so thirsty. He looked around, praying to find some cover from the hot desert sun.

He didn’t know if he’d be able to survive this ordeal. He thought back to how he got here and the state of flux in the society of the country he lived in and once loved.

He had been active in the protests against the government and its leader, who had become more and more autocratic since he assumed office. He thought that participating in peaceful demonstrations, something guaranteed, along with freedom of speech, by the First Amendment of the Constitution, would serve to protect him from persecution.

Some of his close friends warned him about being so persnickety and inflexible when it came to the state of our nation. But he was resolute in his efforts to right the wrongs. How could he have known that his actions would lead to his being arrested and thrown into prison with no due process.

It was almost a fluke that he was able to escape his cage-like jail cell, but there was nowhere for him to escape to. Just brown sand as far as his eyes could see.

Written for Sadje’s What Do You See? prompt. Photo credit: Dan Grinwis – Unsplash. Also for these daily prompts: Ragtag Daily Prompt (exhausted), The Daily Spur (cover), Your Daily Word Prompt (flux), Word of the Day Challenge (persnickety), and Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (cage).

First Line Friday — Well, Almost

For this week’s Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie First Line Friday , Dylan Hughes gives us the first line of “One by one the lights of the city block winked out, the dark coming ever closer.

I was going to write a post today about a power outage we had last night, where block by block, the transformers that power our neighborhood blew as a result of an electric substation that apparently also blew. When I saw today’s first line, I thought I might adapt it to suit the post I was planning on writing anyway. In my semi-rural, suburban neighborhood, where we don’t have sidewalks, much less streetlights, I couldn’t exactly use “lights of the city block” in my response. So, as you’ll see below, I modified the first line a bit to fit the reality of what happened.

Last night, at around 8:20, the lights of the homes in our neighborhood winked out when, one by one, the transformers sitting atop telephone poles blew, casting our streets in total darkness. My wife saw a light flash outside of our kitchen window and then we heard a loud popping sound. I ran outside, where my neighbor, already in the street, was pointing to the transformer high atop the telephone pole across from my house. He told me it had just blown in a mini-explosion. And then I saw another transformer at the end of our block light up for an instant and heard another popping sound. My biggest fear was that if any sparks from the blown transformers hit the ground, they might trigger wildfires right in my neighborhood. Fortunately, I didn’t see any sparks, just smoke coming from the transformers and the unpleasant smell of seared electrical wires.

I took my dog out for a quick walk and the only light to be seen was from my headlamp and from the flashlights of my many neighbors out in the streets. I think that they, too, were worried about the threat of a fire as a result of the blown electric transformers and/or falling live wires.

This was the second power failure in our neighborhood in a week. I wrote in this post last week about the first power outage this season in our area. It was bad because it was 110° when the power went out and it lasted for four hours. With no air conditioning, it didn’t take long for our home to get uncomfortably hot. Fortunately, for last night’s outage, it wasn’t nearly as hot as it was the last time the power went out. It was in the low 60s last night.

The good news was that by around 10:20 last night the power came back on, so the outage this time was only about half as long, two hours, as the one we had last week. And, as I said, it wasn’t brutally hot this time.

Anyway, I hope, Dylan, I didn’t screw up your First Line Friday prompt this week too badly, but with power outages casting my street into a darkness that seems to be coming ever closer these days — both literally and, sadly, metaphorically — I’m using my privilege as a blogger to leverage your prompt in a slightly different manner.

Fibbing Friday — More Lies

Here we go again. This week, it’s Di, over at Pensitivity101, who is hosting Fibbing Friday. She alternates with Frank, aka PCGuy. In case you don’t know how this works, the idea is that we are to write a post with our answers to the ten questions below. But as the title suggests, truth is not an option. The idea is to fib a little, a lot, tell whoppers, be inventive, silly, or even outrageous, in your responses.

So here we go.

‘She had the biggest aspidistra in the world.’ But what is an aspidistra?

As a collector of aspidristras, she was proud that hers, a type of spider, was the biggest in the world. It was so big that she kept it in a 55 gallon aquarium and fed it small mice.

What is the main ingredient in Beef Wellington?


Who was Tufty?

Softy’s older brother. He was quite a bully, too.

What is a Port Folio?

A seaport on the coast of the Alaskan outpost village of Folio, which is located on the coast of the Bering Sea.

What is a bootee?

It’s a man’s goatee trimmed in the shape of a boot.

What is meant by ‘You have been tangoed’?

I don’t know, but if you’re reading this post, you have been ‘fandangoed.’

What is a blue bottle?

A bottle that is very sad because it’s sitting on the shelf and is not filled with anything.

How do you make shortbread?

With short dough.

What color is cotton candy?

The color of life, since cotton is the fabric of our lives, right?

What are cowslips and snap dragons?

Cowslips are what happens when you’re in a pasture, step on a cowpie, and slip and fall. Snapdragons are mean, nasty, and fire-breathing women who, when angry, snap at anyone in their company for no apparent reason.

Reblog — Republicans: Speak now or be held complicit in COVID-19 deaths

No doubt about it, that’s Impeached President Donald J. Trump’s voice on the audiotape dated Feb. 7, 2020, telling veteran journalist Bob Woodward …

Republicans: Speak now or be held complicit in COVID-19 deaths

Friday Fictioneers — Closed

“Oh no, they’re not open,” Liz said as she and Tina stood outside of the café.

“I don’t understand,” Tina said. “It’s half past nine and they usually open the place by eight.”

The two women peered through the glass doors. It was dark inside. Liz tried the door, but it was locked. “I see the sign that says NOPE, but nothing else to indicate why they’re not open.”

A man saw the two women standing by the door. He stopped and said the place was closed down. “Why?” Tina asked.

“The owner succumbed to COVID-19 last week,” the man said.

(100 words)

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