My first post on this blog was published on May 14, 2017, about a month shy of seven years ago. Since that time, according to my WordPress stats, I’ve published 11,230 posts (not including this one). My blog has had almost 955,000 views from 265,000 visitors and has generated 315,000 likes and close to 130,000 comments.
And today I received the notification above that I have published at least one post a day for 2,500 consecutive days. Woo Hoo!
Wouldn’t you like to expose your newer readers to some of your earlier posts that they might never have seen? Or remind your long term followers of posts that they might not remember? Each Friday I will publish a post I wrote on this exact date in a previous year.
If you’ve been blogging for less than a year, go ahead and choose a post that you previously published on any day this past year and link to that post in a comment.
How about it? Why don’t you reach back into your own archives and highlight a post that you wrote on this very date in a previous year? You can repost your Flashback Friday post on your blog and pingback to this post. Or you can just write a comment below with a link to the post you selected.
This was originally posted on April 12, 2018 on this blog.
“This is weird.” Pointing toward the rocks, Jon said, “These footprints in the sand seem to start over there at rocks, but they end right here in front of us.”
“Not only that,” Jon’s buddy, Steve, said. “But look how far apart they are. It’s like the guy who made them was running.”
“But what could he have been running from?” Jon asked. “This place seems to be deserted. I haven’t seen another soul all day.”
“They’re pretty large footprints,” Steve observed. “They are from a man’s shoes.”
Both young men looked around, concerned that perhaps they weren’t alone on the island.
“What happened to him? Why did the footprints disappear?” Jon wondered aloud. “It’s not like the high tide washed them away. We’re too far from the water’s edge for that to have happened.”
“I think we need to head back to the boat and get off this island. Something weird is going on here,” Steve said.
“Fine by me,” Jon responded. “I’m thirsty, anyway.”
As the two started heading to where they had left their small boat, they noticed a whirring sound coming from overhead. They both looked up simultaneously to see a strange looking, cigar-shaped object hovering above them. “What the hell is that?” Jon asked.
But before Steve could answer, two beams of light engulfed the two men and they suddenly found themselves becoming elevated and carried up toward the cigar-shaped object.
At some point later Jon awoke to find himself strapped to a table with some strange looking creatures staring down at him. He looked over to his right and saw Steve similarly strapped down. Steve was also waking up.
“Well,” Jon said. “I think the mystery of the disappearing footprints has been solved.”
Written for this week’s Thursday Photo Prompt from Sue Vincent. Photo credit: Sue Vincent.
I am unofficially participating in this year’s A to Z Challenge. My theme this year is girlfriends.
Kate was the most competitive girl I ever went out with. She was my age, had started her first real job about the same time I started mine, and she was a real Irish firebrand. Shortly after we stated dating I referred to her as “Irish,” rarely using her first name except to introduce her to other people.
Kate was a tall girl, arguably as tall as me. She had long, straight reddish brown hair and eyes that, depending upon the light, could look either blue or green. She was quite the looker.
We met at a party that a guy I knew who worked for IBM invited me to. I hadn’t been there for five minutes when he introduced me to Kate and I got the impression that the introduction was not a random event. The guy who made the introduction walked away after introducing us, leaving us awkwardly standing there.
Kate asked me where I worked and what I did and I explained that I was going through a six-month management training program for a large insurance company. She told me she was a systems trainee for IBM. Then she asked me what they were paying me and I told her that that was none of her business. She told me what IBM was paying her and asked me just to tell her if I was making more or less. “Just a little less,” I confessed. She was thrilled.
As we talked after getting through the awkwardness of her compensation question, we discovered we really did have a lot in common and by the end of that night, we were an item.
We’d been dating for about a year but I was starting to get tired of everything between us being a completion, so I finally told her that I was going to start seeing other people. She didn’t take that well at all and she would call me all the time, started showing up at my place at all hours, and she literally began stalking me. I finally threatened to take out a restraining order on her before she left me alone.
I heard that a few months later she quit her job at IBM and drove to California.
Welcome to Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (aka, FOWC). I will be posting each day’s word just after midnight Pacific Time (U.S.).
Today’s word is “ambiguity.”
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, ÿplease manually add your link in the comments.
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