They Just Disappear

Visualization of poof sound with big fluffy cloudIn the 26 months that I’ve had this blog, at least ten bloggers who I follow, and maybe as many as twice that number, have disappeared. As in “here today, gone tomorrow.” Most of these disappearing bloggers offered no notice of or explanation for their departure from the blogosphere. Just poof and they were gone.

Did they just get tired of blogging and quit? Did they lose interest? Are they having health issues? Do they have pressing personal masters to attend to? Will they be back at some point? Well, if they just disappeared one day, we likely will never know.

In a way, especially if the blogger is one you’ve followed for a long time and whose words, wit, and insights you appreciated, the blogger’s sudden disappearance is like losing a friend. A friend you “spoke” with frequently. A friend with whom you shared thoughts, ideas, perspectives, and opinions via blog posts and comments.

So it’s no wonder that these bloggers who are, for whatever reasons, no longer blogging, are missed in much the same way you miss a real world friend who inexplicably disappears without warning or explanation.

And that brings me to some sad news I received the other day about a blogger that I haven’t been following that long and really didn’t know very well outside of her comments on my posts and her prompts.

Hélène Vaillant, the blogger behind the “What Do You See?” prompt, passed away. Although I didn’t really know her that well, I felt the loss of her sudden and unexpected death not that differently from how I would feel about the death of a real world acquaintance.

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Run Away

C108B371-E106-45E2-AB9C-6D6529C8AB05Okay, yes, I was in a jealous rage when I hit him with my putter, but I only meant to hurt him, for crissake, not to kill him. Oh how I wish I could go back in time and return to those more innocent times. I’m feeling so nostalgic for those wonderful days when we were young newlyweds. We were oh so happy. But now, I see my reality and realize that I can’t escape the present. I look down and see the blood oozing from the wound on his head, a wound I put there. I am going to have to run away, to take flight. I’m going to have to disappear from this world and go someplace where I will be forever safe, where I’ll be alone, and where nobody knows my name.


Written for these daily prompts: Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (jealous), Ragtag Daily Prompt (putter), Swimmers (kill), Word of the Day Challenge (return), Your Daily Word Prompt (nostalgic), and The Daily Spur (flight).

MLMM Sunday Writing Prompt — Everyday Objects

e9301ce7-05aa-4c3e-8b00-a20433e8bc13.jpeg“Oh yes, sage Uncle,” Billy said, his voice oozing with sarcasm, “regale us with your magical tricks. I can barely contain my enchantment over the wondrous things you will be sharing with us.

“Oh ye of little faith,” Uncle Scott said. “I promise you that what I will be showing you will pique your interests.”

“Come on, Billy,” his younger brother, Dennis, said. “Let’s see what Uncle Scott wants to show us.”

“Fine,” Billy said to Dennis. “It’s just that he’s nothing but a two-bit hustler and he makes my blood boil.”

“Yeah, Billy boy, don’t be such a cynic,” Scott said. “Now I need you two to come up with two everyday objects for my little demonstration. Dennis, let me have your fidget spinner. And Billy, hand me your iPhone.”

“No way,” Billy objected, “that I’m going to give you my iPhone.”

“Oh Billy,” Dennis said, “give it to him. It’ll be fun.”

Billy reluctantly handed his iPhone to his Uncle. With fidget spinner and iPhone in hand, Uncle Scott put them on the coffee table and covered them up with a hand towel. “Now watch this, nephews,” Uncle Scott said. “I’m going to recite an ancient Celtic incantation and these two everyday objects will vanish into thin air.”

“Wait!” Billy yelled. “You’re going to make my iPhone disappear. No way.”

“Don’t you trust me, kid?” Uncle Scott asked.

“Fine,” Billy said. “Just don’t break it.”

Uncle Scott began chanting in some language that neither Billy nor Dennis understood. When he finished, he pulled the hand towel away and the iPhone and fidget spinner were missing.

“Cool!” Squealed Dennis.

“Great,” said Billy unenthusiastically. “So where did they go?”

“Well, boys,” Uncle Scott said, “Truth be told, I know the incantation to make everyday objects disappear, but I haven’t quite figured out the one that can make them reappear.”

“Son of a bitch,” Billy muttered. “I knew it.”


Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Sunday Writing Prompt (everyday objects) and for these daily prompts: Ragtag Daily Promot (sage), Swimmers (us), Your Daily Word Prompt (enchantment), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (pique), and Word of the Day Challenge (blood).

MLMM Photo Challenge — My Father’s Gloves

img_1404“I swear, I have looked everywhere for them,” Josh said.

“Do you remember where you saw them last?” Hal asked.

“Come on, Hal,” Josh said. “What kind of stupid question is that? If I could remember where I last saw them, they wouldn’t be lost, would they?”

“Well excuse me, Sherlock,” Hal said sarcastically. “They didn’t just disappear, you know.”

“I have to trace back my steps,” Josh said. “That’s my only hope for finding those gloves.”

“Why don’t you just buy a new pair?” Hal asked. “There’s a Target a few blocks from here.”

“You know that those gloves were my father’s,” Josh said. “They’re one of just a few items I have left of his. They’re irreplaceable. I can’t believe I left them somewhere.”

“So what did you do first today?” Hal asked.

“I walked the dog.”

“And you wore the gloves?”

“I usually do. It’s still pretty chilly in the mornings,” Josh said.

“Do you recall taking them off when you got back from the walk?” Hal said.

“Omigod!” Josh shouted. “I sat on the park bench to check the newsfeed on my iPhone for a minute or two and took the gloves off to scroll though the news stories.”

“It’s only been a few hours,” Hal said. “Maybe they’re still on the bench where you left them.”

“Grab your jacket,” Josh ordered.


Written for this week’s Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge. Photo credit Matt Seymour via Unsplash.

Also written for today’s one-word prompt, “disappear.”