Fandango’s Flashback Friday — October 15th

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.

How about you? 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 Friday Flashback 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.

If you’ve been blogging for less than a year, go ahead and choose a post that you previously published on this day (the 15th) of any month within the past year and link to that post in a comment.


This was originally posted on October 15, 2017.

Sunday Photo Fiction — The Cruise

“I can’t believe we’re finally going on a cruise,” Bertha gushed. “I’ve wanted to go on one of these ever since I can remember.”

“There’s nothing too good for my Bertha,” Benny said. He looked around at the five other people sitting at their table. “It’s our fiftieth anniversary.”

“Oh, that’s wonderful,” Mildred said. “My husband got me this cruise for my 65th birthday, which was last month.” She nudged Charles, who was dozing. “Isn’t that right, Charles?”

“This is my second cruise,” said Murray jumped in. “The last time I was with my wife,” he added.

“Is she not with you this time?” Benny asked.

“No. The last time we hit some rough water and she got severely seasick. And then there was some kind of food poisoning or something and nearly everyone on board, passengers and crew alike, got severe diarrhea.”

“Oh my,” said Henrietta. “No wonder she didn’t want to join you this time.”

“Well,” Murray said, “she passed before the cruise ended. But she wasn’t very good company anyway, so I thought I’d give it another go.”

The conversation stopped. The others all got up and left the table.

“Hey, where’s everyone going?” Murray asked.

(199 words)


Written for this week’s Sunday Photo Fiction prompt.

#WDYS — The Mural

“Damn,” Dylan said. “I just finished this mural on Friday and some vandals have been writing all over it already. What’s wrong with people?”

“Hey, buddy, it’s okay,” Dylan’s friend, Thomas, said. “I’m sure she’ll still love it. It’s better than just buying her some cheap trinket for her birthday.”

“She’s gonna be here in a few minutes, Thomas,” Dylan said. “No way I can get all this graffiti off of it and touch it up to make it look good. I worked hard on this portrait.”

“No doubt, dude,” Thomas said, “but this has some street cred now, you know what I’m saying? You should be proud of yourself and I know that Nicole will be thrilled.”

That was when Nicole, a flounce in her step, showed up. As soon as she looked at the mural she expeled an exaggerated gasp. “Oh my God, Dylan, did you paint that mural of me?”

“Yes, I did,” Dylan said. “Happy birthday, hon. But I’m afraid there is already graffiti all over it.”

“Don’t worry about that, babe,” Nicole said. “That just gives it character. I adore it. You really captured my essence. How about if we go home and celebrate. Your mural of me is making me feel quite frisky.”

Feeling a bit awkward standing next to Dylan and Nicole locked in a passionate embrace, Thomas looked at this watch and said, “Oh my, will you look at the time. I gotta split. I’ll catch you two later,” and he walked away unnoticed by the couple.


Written for Sadje’s What Do You See? prompt. Photo credit: Sean Robertson at Unsplash. And for these daily prompts: The Daily Spur (writing), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (trinket), Word of the Day Challenge (self), Your Daily Word Prompt (flounce), Ragtag Daily Prompt (expel), and MMA Storytime (frisky).

#WDYS — Forever One

As she had done every year on this date for the last eight years, Anna placed the cupcake on the picnic table in their backyard, stuck a candle in the middle of it, and lit the candle. “Happy birthday, my darling Billy,” she said and then started to sob.

Michael walked out to where Anna was sitting, put his hands on her shoulders, and said, “Why do you torture yourself like this, Anna? He’s gone.”

“He would have been nine today,” Anna said.

“I know,” Michael said, “had he survived.”

“He has survived, Michael,” Anna said, “in my heart and soul, where he’ll be forever one.”


Written for this week’s What Do You See? prompt from Sadje. Photo credit: Angéle Kemp at Unsplash.

Because COVID-19

A friend of ours is planning an outdoor birthday get together in her backyard with family and a few close friends. We offered to bring a cake. But then we decided that, rather bringing a birthday cake with a bunch of candles for her to blow out, we are going to pick up some cupcakes and put a single candle on the one we give to her.

Because, you know, COVID-19.76648169-B6DB-4D18-837E-E3BA064419F2

Who Won The Week? 12/8/19

10CC3057-4EEA-4C80-B8C1-700C0FC6C906It’s time for another Who Won the Week prompt. The idea behind Who Won the Week is for you to select who you think “won” this past week. Your selection can be anyone or anything — politicians, celebrities, athletes, authors, bloggers, your friends or family members, books, movies, TV shows, businesses, organizations, whatever.

I will be posting this prompt on Sunday mornings (my time). If you want to participate, write your own post designating who you think won the week and why you think they deserve your nod. Then link back to this post and tag you post with FWWTW.

My pick for this week is a personal one. Our dog won the week.66B67C7C-2D2F-4205-90DA-CD64E936FE34Our dog, who we rescued from a kill shelter when she was five, turned 14 this week. She’s a German shepherd and Labrador retriever mix. She’s suffering from arthritis and a slight case of doggie dementia. For months we’ve had her on two different medications, Gabapentin and Meloxicam, to treat the arthritis, but her limping continued to get worse and we were really contemplating putting her down, as she was clearly in pain.

But something interesting happened this week. Last Sunday we forgot to give her one of her Gabapentin pills, and when we walked her afterwards, her limping was no worse. We also didn’t give her Gabapentin the next day. And this time, her limping was less pronounced and she walked more briskly than she had in months.

So we decided to stop giving her Gabapentin while continuing with Meloxicam, and now she’s doing great — hardly limping and walking much more briskly and for longer walks. Apparently the Gabapentin was doing more harm than good and was possibly counteracting the pain relief actions of Meloxicam. So now Meloxicam is the only med she is getting.

Our beautiful old lady and beloved companion, who just celebrated her 14th birthday, and who is doing much better, won the week.

And now it’s your turn, folks. Who (or what) do you think won the week?