100WW — The Celebration

img_1730The three women sat by a tree in front of their office complex. The Space Needle was visible, so they could spend the evening snacking, chatting, and waiting for the fireworks display to start.

“It’s so nice finally living in a country where we can celebrate the nation’s Declaration of Independence as well as the freedom living in this country allows us,” one of the women said.

“Yes,” said another. “We have a great job, a great life, a great country.”

Then a car pulled up, a man walked up to them, and asked, “Ladies, can I see your papers?”

(100 words)


Written for Bikurgurl’s 100 Word Wednesday prompt and for Teresa’s Three Things Challenge, where the things are Declaration, freedom, and fireworks.

#FOWC — Mellow Out

img_1729I hate the Fourth of July. No, it’s not because I’m not patriotic. And it’s not because I dislike fireworks. I love fireworks. It’s because fireworks scare the shit out of our dog.

At the sound of the first hint of fireworks going off somewhere, the first pop, no matter how faint, she starts shaking like a leaf. I swear, I think she’s going to have a heart attack or something.

It’s gotten to the point where my wife and I can’t go out at night on the Fourth of July to enjoy the fireworks without worrying that our poor, scared dog with die of fright if left alone.

We usually try to settle her down by taking her into an interior bathroom — one with no windows — closing the door, and turning up the volume on my phone’s iTunes app. But she somehow still hears (or senses?) the fireworks.

This year we decided to call our vet to see if he, in order to help us cope with tonight’s fireworks, would prescribe a sedative for us. Ha! No, just kidding — for our dog. He was kind enough to sell us a mild sedative that he said to give her about an hour before the fireworks are scheduled to start.

So at around 8 pm, we are going to give our dog the sedative, take her on her last walk of the day, and hope that by the time we return from the walk, she’ll be all mellowed-out and ready for a nice, restful sleep.

And, oh yes, my wife and I will probably eat a marijuana-infused gummy so that, by the time we get back from the walk, we, too, will be all mellowed-out. I’m looking forward to a relaxing Independence Day night.

Of course, our cat is fine with fireworks. Nothing fazes our cat. He couldn’t care less about fireworks as long as he’s getting fed.


Written for today’s FOWC with Fandango One-Word Challenge, “fireworks.” And for the Word of the Day Challenge, “independence.”

FOWC with Fandango — Fireworks

FOWCWelcome to July 4, 2018 and to Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (aka, FOWC). It’s designed to fill the void after WordPress bailed on its daily one-word prompt.

I will be posting each day’s word just after midnight Pacific Time (US).

In honor of Independence Day in the U.S., today’s word is “fireworks.”

Write a post using that word. It can be prose, poetry, fiction, non-fiction. It can be any length. It can be just a picture or a drawing if you want. No holds barred, so to speak.

Once you are done, tag your post with #FOWC and create a pingback to this post if you are on WordPress. Or you can simply include a link to your post in the comments.

And be sure to read the posts of other bloggers who respond to this prompt. You will marvel at their creativity.

The Sparkle in Her Eyes

174AFB51-B4FD-47FA-B9CF-401F65CCEF42“Did you see that?” Alec asked his buddy Sam.

“See what?” Sam asked, looking around, trying to figure out what Alec had seen.

“Her eyes,” Alec answered.

“Who’s eyes?”

“That girl standing over there, bro,” Alec said, pointing toward a tall redhead.

“What about her eyes?” Sam asked.

“Seriously, bro?” Alec looked at his friend in disbelief. “You didn’t see the sparkle in that girl’s eyes?”

“Dude,” Sam said, “I think you’ve had enough weed for the night.”

“What are you talking about, bro? I’m barely buzzed.”

“It’s the Fourth of July, dude.” Sam said. “We’re out here watching a giant fireworks show. If you look into my eyes you’re gonna see the reflection of these dope fireworks, too.

“Oh right,” said Alec. “I can see the sparkle in your eyes, Sam. That’s freakin’ awesome, bro.”


This is a twofer Written for Rachel Poli’s Time To Write sentence starter prompt, and for today’s one-word prompt, “sparkle.”

Both Sides Now

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“Look at the one on the right. It looks like a flag about to unfurl,” said Jenny, pointing toward the sky. She and her best friend Liz were taking a much needed break from their hike through the scenic, rocky terrain.

“It reminds me of that whirling Tasmanian devil cartoon character,” said Liz. “The one to its left looks like a firework after it exploded and the breeze has picked up the residual and is starting to blow it away.”

Staring at these clouds brings to mind that old Joni Mitchell song,” said Jenny. “Damn, I can’t think of the name of that song.”

“It’s ‘Both Sides Now’ I think,” Liz responded.

“Oh right,” Jenny said. The lyrics talk about looking at clouds.

Liz said, “Yes, I know.” She then softly sang some of the lyrics from the song.

Rows and flows of angel hair
And ice cream castles in the air
And feather canyons everywhere
I’ve looked at clouds that way

I’ve looked at clouds from both sides now
From up and down and still somehow
It’s cloud’s illusions I recall
I really don’t know clouds at all

“That’s beautiful,” said.

Both women sat in silence for a while, marveling at the ever-changing, wispy cloud formations as they traversed the skyscape.


Written for today’s one-word prompt, “unfurl,” and for this week’s writing challenge from Sue Vincent for #writephoto. It’s a twofer!

And, as a bonus, here’s Joni’s song.