#WDYS — Pick Your Battles

“The last time you and your son had this conversation, you totally bungled it, creating an almost unrepairable fissure between the two of you,” my wife chided me.

“I’m sorry, but I’ve reached my upper limit with that kid,” I said. “I have been very patient in my efforts at matching his needs and ours, but nothing seems to get through to him. I’m at my wits’ end.”

“Honey, you need to pick your battles,” my wife said. “He’s still a kid and you and he need to come to an understanding. One day he will learn how to share and won’t eat all of the doughnuts and not leave any for you.”

Written for Sadje’s What Do You See? prompt. Photo credit: Jovan Vasiljević. Also for these daily prompts: Ragtag Daily Prompt (conversation), Your Daily Word Prompt (bungle), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (fissure), The Daily Spur (upper), Word of the Day Challenge (matching), and My Vivid Blog (understanding).

Feeling Groovy

“Look at that guy over there,” Donna said pointing to a man wearing shades sitting at the table by the window. “He’s really groovy looking, isn’t he?”

“Groovy looking?” Elaine said. “The seventies are calling want their bell bottoms back. Besides, Donna, that guy is radioactive.”

“You mean he’s glowing?” Donna responded.

“No, that’s ludicrous,” Elaine said. “I mean he’s a bad person and you need to stay away from him. He’s the kind of guy who will bring you nothing but tears and heartache.”

“You’re always so pessimistic, Elaine,” Donna said.

“Girl, I’m going to let you in on a dirty little secret,” Elaine said. “That man is a bundle of emotions that seems to change with the tides. He’s the type who likes to straddle the fence and you never know which way he’ll go.”

“I hear you, Elaine,” Donna said, “but he’s so damn hot.”

Elaine let out what can only be described as a bloodcurdling scream. “Fine,” she said, “just remember that I tried to warn you about him.”

Written for these daily prompts: My Vivid Blog (groovy/tide), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (radioactive/dirty), Word of the Day Challenge (ludicrous/bloodcurdling), The Daily Spur (tears/pessimistic), and Ragtag Daily Prompt (emotion/straddle). Brooke Cagle at Unsplash.

#writephoto — The Tomb

“Hey buddy, are you okay?” the cemetery groundskeeper asked, as he helped the man who passed out in front of the tomb to his feet.

Charles nodded his head. “Yeah, thanks, I’m feeling better.” He reached up to his head and felt something wet on his forehead. It was blood.

The groundskeeper handed Charles a handkerchief and said, “You’ve got a bit of a gash on your forehead. Let me take you to the office. The adjunct director, Mr. Natas, is on duty and he can get you cleaned up.

Charles was a little unsteady on his feet, and the groundskeeper gave him a hand as they walked toward the cemetery’s office. “I guess I didn’t look too suave back there when I passed out,” Charles said when he was introduced to Mr. Natas. “I was on my way to visit my late wife’s grave when I felt a blast of cold air coming from that open tomb. I looked over and saw what appeared to be the devil himself rising from it. Then he beckoned me to join him in the tomb. That’s when I must have lost consciousness.”

“You know,” Mr. Natas said in a comforting voice, “a number of visitors to this cemetery, especially at this time of year with Halloween just right around the corner, have complained about unusually cold air around that particular tomb. Some have even claimed to have seen an apparition of a Satan-like being. But I can assure, Charles, nothing like that has ever actually happened.” Mr. Natas’ eyes suddenly got bloodshot, his ears grew to sharp points, and an evil, sardonic smile crossed his face. “So don’t you worry, Charles, you’re in good hands and I promise that I will take very good care of you.”

Written for KL Caley’s #writephoto prompt. Photo credit: KL Caley. Also for these daily prompts: Ragtag Daily Prompt (thanks), My Visual Blog (better), Your Daily Word Prompt (adjunct), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (suave), The Daily Spur (devil), and Word of the Day Challenge (apparition).

An Airtight Case

“You can grill me ‘til the cows come home, copper,” Butch Hanover said, “but know this, I’m not some empty vessel and I am fervent in my denial that I was anywhere near the scene of the crime.”

“What do you think this is, Butch,” Detective Fred Morrisey said as he leaned across the interrogation table, “some stupid, low budget cops and robbers movie? Stop fooling yourself, pal. We’ve been able to forge together an airtight case and you’re going to be put away for a long, long time.”

Hanover, now furious, tried to lunge toward the detective, but was pulled back down into his seat by his handcuffs chained to the table. “I ain’t saying another word until my lawyer gets here. Then I’ll gleefully watch your expression when I get released. ‘Til then, copper, you’d better get a good night’s sleep tonight, cuz you’re gonna be spending the rest of what’s left of your short life looking over your shoulder.”

“You got me shaking in my boots,” Morrisey said, grinning down at his prisoner.

Written for these daily prompts: Word of the Day Challenge (grill), Ragtag Daily Prompt (vessel), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (fervent), The Daily Spur (movie), Your Daily Word Prompt (forge), and My Vivid Blog (furious). Image credit: shutterstock.com

Photo Challenge — Stairway to Heaven

It was known throughout the region as the Stairway to Heaven. Eric had exhausted himself on the steep hike to the summit. And while the view from the zenith was full of splendor, the tension he felt in the pit of his stomach was palpable, as the way back down looked treacherous.

Tightly gripping the handrails of the long and winding path, Eric took a deep breath as a chilling mist started moving in from the west. He tried to quash his feeling of trepidation as he began the journey back to the village, barely visible in the distance.

Eric attempted to ignore the veritable mind games that the thin air at this elevation was causing. But step by step, he headed down.

It took him much longer than he thought it would to make it to the bottom, but once he was safely there, he made a vow to himself to spend the rest of his time on the planet living a life of leisure. After all, he had just turned eighty and he felt that there would be no complaint from his family, including his great grand children, if he slowed down a little.

Written for the Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge. Photo credit: Mark Payton. Also for these daily prompts: My Vivid Blog (zenith/game), Ragtag Daily prompt (splendor/mist), Your Daily Word Prompt (palpable/veritable), Word of the Day Challenge (gripping/chilling), and The Daily Spur (leisure/complaint).