A Photo a Week Challenge — Eyes

I just came across this weekly photo challenge from blogger Nancy Merrill and this week’s challenge (or maybe it was last week’s challenge, but I just found it) is “eyes.”

The idea is to create a post for the challenge based upon the topic provided each week, in this case, eyes, and to share a picture or two of some of the eyes in our lives.

So here are the eyes of our beloved dog and our equally beloved cat.C899A937-C292-4BDB-A04E-D56EFF93B4C59D4DA16A-24F9-449B-A991-DD4D284CA374

Breaking Circuits

271B3A4C-F794-43F0-803C-2759EF498C84When I opened my front door I was greeted by a woman I’d never seen before. Overall, she was rather nondescript looking, with the notable exception of her eyes, which were a blue color the likes of which I hadn’t seen since I was last snorkeling in Grand Cayman Island’s crystal clear, cerulean waters.

“I’m your new neighbor,” she announced, holding out her hand for me to shake. “My name is Chastity.”

“Nice to meet you, Chastity,” I said, shaking her outreached hand. “I’m Ted.”

“I’m so sorry to bother you, Ted,” she said. “I just moved into the townhouse next door two days ago and some of my kitchen appliances aren’t working. I think it might be a fuse and I was wondering if you have any spares.”

“I doubt that it’s a fuse,” I told her. “All of these townhomes in this development have circuit breakers. You probably just need to flip the breaker to the on position.”

“I’m not very handy,” she said, opening her amazingly beautiful eyes wide. “Would you mind coming next door and showing me how to do that circuit breaker thing you’re talking about?”

“Not at all,” I said. With that I grabbed the key to my front door, stepped out, and followed her to her house.

“So where is the circuit breaker located?” she asked.

“In my unit, the circuit box is located at the back of the master bedroom closet,” I said, “so I assume yours is there, too.”

Chastity grabbed my hand and led me to her bedroom. I opened up the walk-in closet door, headed to the back of the closet, separated Chastity’s hanging clothes, and found the circuit box. “Here it is,” I said, calling Chastity over to see it. I opened up the circuit box door. “We’re lucky. The previous owner labeled all the breakers.”

I quickly found the applicable circuit breakers and flipped them. Chastity stood facing me, put her arms around my neck, and planted a tender kiss on my lips. “Nice to meet you, neighbor,” she said.


Written for the following prompts:

Friday Fictioneers — Tumbleweed

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“Hey, man, are you okay?”

“Nothing’s broken on me, but my front rim is bent to hell,” Tom replied, getting up and dusting himself off. “I told you it was getting too dark for us to be riding our bikes.

“What happened?” Eddie asked. “You were hauling ass and the next thing I know, you took a spill and were sprawled out on the ground.”

“Everything was cool until I saw what I thought was tumbleweed blowing across the path.”

“Tumbleweed caused you to fall?”

“Not unless tumbleweed has eyes, ears, and legs,” Tom said. “It was a goddam jackrabbit.”

(100 words)


Written for this week’s Friday Fictioneers from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Photo credit: Danny Bowman.