#writephoto — Secret Getaway

FA1BE547-6122-4811-BDA4-2218A5209E5C“Oh Jacob, look at this place. It’s so serene, so idyllic,” Eileen said.

“I’m glad you like it, Eileen,” Jacob said, beaming. “I camp out here a few times each summer. It’s like my secret getaway. But this is the first time I’ve ever brought anyone here with me.”

“I’m honored, Jacob, that you’d share your secret place with me,” Eileen said, grabbing Jacob’s hand and squeezing it tightly. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen colors like these. The tree trunks and the ground by the water’s edge have a lavender tint to them. It’s so unusual.”

“What are you talking about, Eileen?” Jacob asked.

Eileen pointed to the tree right in front of them. “Look, Jacob,” she said, “it has a purplish, iridescent glow.”

“Eileen, sweetie,” Jacob said. “take off your rose-colored sunglasses.”

Eileen reached up and removed her sunglasses and said, “Oh, right.”5C522C42-8266-42BD-A13B-21324379AFA3


Written for Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt.

Time To Write/Tell The Story

8708F05E-E327-4F5C-A6BF-02FAECD2F178Denise had a love/hate relationship with camping. She loved the idea of getting away from the hustle bustle of city living and heading out to paradise to commune with nature. But she hated having to deal with critters, ranging from bears to raccoons to snakes. And most of all, she hated bugs, especially spiders. They terrified her.

But camping was her husband’s passion. If he could, he would be very happy selling their nice, comfortable home and moving into a large tent or a yurt in some secluded spot in the forest next to a bubbling brook. He would occasionally get irritated at Denise over her indifference toward camping. So, in order to promote peace and harmony in their household, Denise had agreed to go camping once a month. She felt it was worth the sacrifice to hold their marriage together.

Unfortunate, that all ended on their last camping trip when Denise was using the campground outhouse to do her business and a humongous spider crawled up and sat staring at her with its eight nasty spider eyes. Denise ran screaming out of the outhouse and told her husband that she was never going camping again.

“But this is paradise,” he said.

Denise looked at him and said, “Yeah, paradise lost.”


This post was written the Tell The Story prompt for which Melanie, at Sparks from a Combustible Mind, tagged me. Also for Rachel Poli’s Time To Write, where the prompt is “love & hate.”

Also written for these daily prompts: Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (paradise), Your Daily Word Prompt (indifference), Word of the Day Challenge (worth), and Ragtag Daily Prompt (lost).

#writephoto — The Great Outdoors

c4f26af9-3fc6-4e23-a7e4-7c6c8f2a3a65“What a stunning sunset, Josh. Isn’t it beautiful?” Sara asked. “Look at how much dimension there is to the sky with that layer of clouds. It’s so dramatic.”

“This is pure madness, Sara,” Josh said. “It’s cold and damp and it’s nothing short of crazy to go tent camping in the beginning of January.”

“Oh come on, Josh,” Sara said. “Let’s think of this as an adventure.”

“Spring, summer, or fall would be a good time for a camping adventure,” Josh said. “Look at those bare, spiky tree branches. That, and the freezing temperature, doesn’t exactly inspire spending a night in the great outdoors.”

“Grab some of the tree branches that are on the ground and let’s build a fire,” Sara said. “Once we light it up, we can cuddle together in front of the fire and it will keep us nice and toasty.”

“Nothing like igniting a fire in front of a tent on a cold, wintry night to generate a little warmth,” Josh said, smiling for the first time that evening.


Written for Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt. I know Sue described this picture as having been taken at dawn, but it fit better into my story as being taken at dusk.

Also written for these one-word prompts: Nova’s Daily Random Word (dimension), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (madness), Daily Addictions (damp), Ragtag Daily Prompt (spiky), and Word of the Day Challenge (ignite).

Take a Hike

209A5B54-4223-4D8E-B9A9-ECFB14DC4B5B“So here’s what I’m thinking,” Jason said. “Let’s plan a hike along the Appalachian Trail. Imagine the camaraderie we’d experience if we spent two weeks hiking and camping out in the wilderness.”

“How did you come up with this little bit of brilliance?” Stan asked.

“Oh come on, Stan,” Bill said. “Not only will it be invigorating as we commune with nature, we’ll be able to learn more about the Appalachian culture.”

“The Appalachian culture?” Mark said. “Seriously, dude. All I can picture is that movie ‘Deliverance,’ with Burt Reynolds and Ned Beatty.”

“Well count me out,” said Stan. “No way I want to spend two weeks sleeping on the hard ground, swatting giant mosquitoes, fending off rattlesnakes, and dealing with hillbillies when I can stay home in my nice, air conditioned apartment, sleeping in my own bed, and with a Starbucks on every corner.”

“You are such a wuss, Stan,” Jason said.

“Cut him some slack,” Mark said. “It’s not like doing this is mandatory.”

“Yeah, that’s true,” Bill said. “So, really, there are no Starbucks along the Appalachian Trail? That could be a dealbreaker for me, guys.”

“Hmm,” Jason said. “Okay, guys, how about two weeks lounging on the white sand beaches of Bermuda?”


Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (trail), Word of the Day Challenge (camaraderie), Ragtag Daily Promot (brilliance), Scotts Daily Prompt (cultural), and Your Daily Word Prompt (mandatory).

Never-Never Land

firefly-light-2When Jason was a lad, his family would take a week-long vacation every summer where they would camp deep in the woods, away from civilization. Jason loved these camping trips and roughing it in a tent and sleeping bags. But it was the thousands of fireflies that he loved most about these trips. He believed that they were twinkling little fairies lighting up the night sky. He never saw them back in the city where they lived.

His father called them “lightning bugs,” but he preferred his mother’s name for them, “fireflies.” Each year he’d bring a large mason jar to catch the magical insects. His father would poke small holes in the metal top so that the bugs could get some air.

At night, once darkness fell, Jason would be outside and would carefully catch as many fireflies as he could and gently place them into the mason jar. When it was time to got to sleep, he would put the jar next to his head and pretend that the fireflies were little Tinkerbells and he would have a fantasy that he was Peter Pan seeking Never-Never Land with all the Tinkerbells until he fell fast asleep.


Written for the Three Things Challenge from Teresa over at The Haunted Wordsmith. The three words today are family, fireflies, and fantasy.

And speaking about fireflies….