Share Your World — Death and the Kindness of a Cop

SYWIt’s Monday and Melanie has given us another series of Share Your World questions for us to share with our blogging world. So let’s do this thing.

Was the last thing you read digital or print?

This morning’s daily newspaper.

Are you more an extrovert or introvert?

In the real world, I’m more an introvert. In the blogosphere, I’m more an extrovert.

How is your life different from what you imagined as a younger person?

Based upon the way I lived my life as a teenager and a young adult, I thought I’d be dead by now.

Do you think about dying? Does death scare you? Why or why not?

Now that I’m an old fart, I think more about death than I used to, but I still don’t think about it all that much. Death, per se, doesn’t scare me. It’s a natural part of the human condition. But I am concerned about the manner of my death. I hope it happens peacefully, preferably in my sleep. I don’t want it to be a painful or long, drawn out process, where I’m suffering and am a burden to my loved ones.AA4E176B-44D0-446A-8503-1953E0B17F61

Who has been the kindest to you in your life?

The cop who gave me a warning instead of a speeding ticket when I was nailed by radar for driving 55 miles per hour in a 25 MPH stretch of country road in New Hampshire.

The Rooftop Garden

DA93E711-420C-4AFC-B329-034F713A25C3“Would you like to see the rus-in-urbe we just completed,” Arlene asked her friend Betsy.

“Your Russian ruble?” Betsy said.

“Ha!” Arlene said. “No, our rus-in-urbe.”

“I’m unfamiliar with that term,” Betsy admitted. “What is it?”

“To be honest,” Arlene said, “Not too many people are knowledgeable about that turn of phrase, so don’t feel bad. It refers to a city garden that is constructed in order to provide the illusion of a rural countryside.”

“And you and Richard made such a garden?” Betsy asked.

“Yes, up on our roof deck,” Arlene said. “I’ve been hoarding a variety of seeds and bulbs to use once Richard designed and built the garden. We planted the seeds, bulbs, and some bushes we bought last fall and now, just in time for spring, they are flowering. Come, I’ll show you.” Arlene grabbed Betsy’s hand and led her up the stairs to the roof deck.

“Oh my God, Arlene!” Betsy exclaimed when she saw the garden on Arlene’s rooftop deck. “This is stunningly beautiful. I had no idea.”

Arlene beamed proudly. “It is, isn’t it? And guess what? The local paper is doing an article highlighting urban gardens and a reporter and photographer are coming over later this afternoon to include our little rus-in-urbe in their article.”

“Well aren’t you the illustrious one?” Betsy said, giving her friend a big hug.

Written for Teresa’s Opposites Attract prompt, where the words are knowledgeable and unfamiliar. Also for these daily prompts: Ragtag Daily Prompt (rus-in-urbe), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (order), Your Daily Word Prompt, (hoard), Swimmers (time), and Word of the Day Challenge (illustrious).

Sunday Photo Fiction — Proof Positive


It was the family’s last day in London. They headed out of their hotel to grab some breakfast before heading to Heathrow for their flight back to the States.

After finishing breakfast, the young daughter caught something out of the corner of her eye and she ran over to take a closer look. After confirming what she saw, she ran back to her parents and, in an excited voice, said, “Daddy, I need you to buy me something.”

“Sweetie,” her father said, “We already have enough souvenirs. We don’t need to buy any more tchotchkes.”

“I don’t know what tchotchkes are, Daddy,” the girl said, “but this isn’t a souvenir. Come see.” She grabbed her father’s hand and pulled him over to see what she wanted so badly. When the two of them, plus the little girl’s mother, saw what she had pointed out, her father and mother both started to laugh. The father bought the item and handed it to his daughter.

“I understand why you wanted this so much,” the father said to his daughter. “But your Mom and I didn’t need to see the headline in the newspaper to know that you exist, Nessie.”

(197 words)

Written for today’s Sunday Photo Fiction prompt from Susan Spaulding. Photo credit: C.E. Ayr.

Weekend Writing Prompt — Headline

417A58FD-774F-4562-8F03-4EFD1AB68614“Did you see the headline in the paper this morning?” my wife asked me when I sat down at the kitchen table.

“You mean the one about….”

“Yeah, that one.”

“I saw it,” I said.

“Did you read the article?”

“No, I can’t read that crap anymore.”

“Why not? Aren’t you interested?”

“No, not really.”

(55 words, exactly)

Written for Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt, “Headline.”F88F0CB2-DF71-47C4-8FF2-5646473E7880

FFfAW — At My Age


Diane looked at her grandfather as he sat reading the newspaper across the breakfast table from her. “Pop-Pop,” she asked, “why do you always do that?”

“Do what?” She pointed to the coffee mug. “Oh, you mean balance my spectacles on the mug’s rim?”


“If it annoys you that I do that, honey, I’ll stop.”

“No. I just think it’s a strange.”

He shrugged. “It’s not like anyone drinks from that mug,” he said. “It’s where we keep the sugar packets.”

“But why don’t you wear them over your eyes? Isn’t that what they’re for?”

“Three reasons,” he patiently replied. “First, my vision is such that it’s easier for me to read the paper without my glasses. Second, they have a slight tint, so the print is more crisp in the early morning light without them.”

“And third?”

“So when I’m done reading the paper, I’ll remember exactly where I put them. When you get to be my age, honey, you’ll understand.”

(163 words)

Written for this week’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers from Priceless Joy. Photo prompt from Shivamt25.