#writephoto — The Glow

49FC3C58-6BB3-46BE-BB6A-F6846B8535B7“Do you hear that?” Denise asked, shaking her husband awake.

“Hear what?” Claude asked.

“That loud humming sound,” she said, “and occasional pounding noises.”

Claude listened. “Yeah, I hear it, too. But I don’t understand. We’re so far out in the wilderness that all we should hear are the sounds of nature.” He crawled out of their sleeping bag and opened up their tent’s front flap.

“That’s strange,” he said, looking out. “It’s not even dawn yet, but the sky over that ridge is glowing, making it look like the sun has already risen. Grab your backpack, Denise. We’re going to investigate.”

Claude and Denise grabbed their hiking gear and headed off in the direction of the humming sound and the unusual lights. It took nearly half a day for them to reach the ridge. By then the noise was very loud and the pounding sounds was like that of pile drivers.

They slowly made their way to the edge of the ridge and surveyed what they saw. “I don’t get it. This is federally protected wilderness land,” Denise said. “How can they have permitted this land to be used for an oil field and for fracking? This is horrible. And isn’t it illegal to drill on these federal lands?”

“I have a two-words for you, Denise, and you’re not going to like it,” Claude said.

“I am pretty sure I already know,” Denise sighed. “Donald Trump.”


Written for Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt.

Twittering Tales — Sign Language

46CFCDF5-847D-4DB8-A92E-5639081A0168“Gallaudet U is proud to be the premier institution of learning for deaf and hard-of-hearing students. As new graduates, you have learned to make your voices heard above the din, whether it’s by using ASL or by using signs, literally. Now go forth and tell the world who you are.”

(280 characters)


Written for this week’s Twittering Tales prompt from Kat Myrman. Photo credit: Photo by raw pixel @ pixabay.com.

E99DF8C8-36EC-47B9-9ED8-6795A515DDF7ASL is the acronym for American Sign Language, a means of visual communication for the deaf and hearing impaired.

The Interrogation

DB9380F7-F0D3-4829-A5CB-F35A31CE1BC0 “We’ve got you dead to rights,” the first detective said.

“So you might as well confess because we’ve got the goods on you, pal,” the second detective added.

“What are you talking about?” I asked. “Why am I here? What are you accusing me of.”

“Oh, playing it coy, are you?” detective one said. “We got a search warrant and found the body in your basement.”

“The body?” I asked. “What body? And what’s the deal with a search warrant?”

“We got a call from your neighbor and she said she saw you drag a body into your house last night,” detective two said.

“You mean old Mrs. Higgenbotham?” I asked. “First of all, she’s blind as a bat. Second of all….”

“We saw the damn body, pal,” detective one interrupted.

“The guy’s face was a mess and you put a plastic bag over his head,” detective two said. “Probably death by asphyxiation.”

I couldn’t help myself. I started laughing. “Listen, my job is to design window displays for the local department store. What I dragged into my house last night was a plaster mannequin that I need to repair. 7F070DE8-E3F2-42C5-BE08-B5C3D0E8E8DBDetective one’s cellphone rang. “It’s the medical examiner,” he said to detective two. Then, talking into the phone, he said, “Yes, Doc, I see. Yes, I’m sorry for wasting your time, Doc.”

Then he looked at me and said, “You’re free to go.”


Written for today’s Sunday Photo Fiction prompt from Donna McNicol (photo credit: MicheleBlanche) and for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie’s Sunday Writing Prompt.

Weekend Writing Prompt — Getting Older

DC797B5A-1254-480B-BA4D-7E4FFF078933It’s my birthday.

I’m at the the liminal stage between childhood and adulthood.

It feels like a real gut punch.

I have to face it that my youth is over.

I can’t feel sorry for myself, I can’t lament this transition.

I have to craft a wise plan.

One that will capitalize on my new found maturity.

(Exactly 57 words)


BC0A9925-DFE4-4355-BABE-06D5646F1510Written for Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt, where we are challenged to write a poem or piece of prose using the word “liminal” in exactly 57 words. Also written for these daily prompts: Daily Addictions (birthday), Ragtag Daily Prompt (punch), Fandango’s One-World Challenge (youth), Word of the Day Challenge (lament), Your Daily Word Prompt (craft), and The Daily Spur (capital). For the record, it’s not my birthday and I transitioned from childhood to adulthood decades ago.

SoCS — I Thought About You

71E853E5-03CA-4BED-8F8A-94D4974A8315I thought about you last night.
I woke up and turned on my bedroom light.
The dream I had gave me quit a fright.
And made me feel quite distraught.
I had to fight the urge to call you and wake you up.
I didn’t want to burden you with the weight of my concerns.
But to be forthright, I was fraught by what I saw yesterday.
It was quite a sight.
Let me be straight with you.
Your actions put us both in a tight spot.
And it brought out the worst in both of us.
You really ought to watch some of the things you say and do in public.
Because you really don’t need to be in the spotlight right now.
I don’t mean to sound uptight.
But you might want to tone things down a bit.
Before you get caught in compromising positions.
The last thing you need is yet another onslaught of bad publicity.
Right before you have to testify before the House Oversight Committee.
Those guys aren’t lightweights, you know.
You have to give what you’re going to say a lot of forethought.
And as much as I’d like to be your white knight, you’ll be alone at that hearing.
I don’t want you to end up looking like a deer in the headlights.
Now relax, do your best, and remember everything I taught you.


Written for the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt from Linda G. Hill. Our challenge this week is to find a word that contains the letters “ght” in that order, and use it any way we’d like. And Linda said we’d get bonus points if we use three or more different words containing those letters.