MLMM Photo Challenge — The Nurse

When I first met her she told me that she was a nurse. Well, that’s what I thought she said, anyway.

But it turned out that what she said was that she likes to nurse.

And what she meant by “likes to nurse” was that she liked it when I would put my mouth upon her breast and suckled on her nipple while she called me her little baby boy.

Sure, it was a bit bizarre in perhaps a fetish-like way, but truth be told, I didn’t mind at all.

In fact, I rather enjoyed it.

Although I did find it somewhat annoying when she would try to burp me afterwards.

Written for the Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge. Image credit: Lovers by Harry Hollard, 1982.

MLMM Photo Challenge — Prime Suspect

The uniformed officer met detectives Fred Morrisey and Ron Hayden when they arrived on the scene. “This is the way we found her, detectives,” the officer said. “The body hasn’t been touched and the ME should be arriving any minute now.”

“Who found the body?” Hayden asked.

“A man was walking his dog about an hour ago,” the detective answered. “He said that his dog was attracted to something, and he went to investigate. That’s when he said he saw the girl and called 9-1-1 on his cell.”

Morrisey leaned over to get a closer look at the body. “She seems to be naked except for some flowers in her hair and around her neck. And the way her body is situated beneath the underbrush that is spread on top of and all around her, it suggests to me that the scene might have been deliberately staged.”

“She has such a peaceful look, as if she’s just sleeping,” Hayden said. “Do you think the killing involves some sort of ritual?”

“Possibly,” Morrisey said, “or perhaps it’s an indication of compassion or remorse on the part of the killer, but it’s too early to say one way or the other.” He directed Hayden to re-interview the man who found the body and waited for the ME to show up, which she did a few minutes later. Morrisey shook her hand as she got to the scene. “Hell of a way to start the day, Doc,” Morrisey said to Sharon Albright, the medical examiner.

Dr. Albright knelt by the body. “She’s got good color. Her death must have been within the past hour or two,” she said. Then the ME touched the body. “And she’s still warm.” The ME cleared away the underbrush, uncovering the girl’s nakedness, and inserted a rectal thermometer into the body. After reading the body’s temperature, and making a few calculations, the ME looked up at Morrisey and confirmed that the time of death was likely no more than ninety minutes earlier.

Morrisey walked over to the uniformed officer and instructed him to go over to where detective Hayden was interviewing the man who found the body and called 9-1-1. “He’s now our prime suspect, “Morrisey said. “Handcuff him and read him his rights.”

Written for the Mindlovemisery Menagerie Photo Challenge. Photo credit: AlexandriaSophie at DeviantArt. And for The Daily Spur (scene).

MLMM Photo Challenge — She’s a Rainbow

She comes in colors everywhere

She combs her hair

She’s like a rainbow

Coming, colors in the air

Oh, everywhere

She comes in colors

Written for the Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge. Photo credit: cottonbro on Sorry, but when I saw the photo, this song popped into my head and supplanted everything else.

MLMM Photo Challenge — Waxing and Waning

Purple sky ahead
Pink sky behind
White waxing crescent ahead
Black waning crescent behind
New life ahead
Old life behind
Heading toward a future
Illuminated in the headlights
Escaping from a past
Reflected in the rear view mirror

Written for the Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge. Photo credit: Shutterstock.

MLMM Photo Challenge — The Diagnosis

Carla was nervous. In her 19 years of existence she had never had an x-ray before, so when her doctor told her that, for diagnostic purposes, he wanted to get an x-ray, it sort of freaked her out.

“I want the x-ray just to rule out anything serious,” the doctor explained to her. “It will be painless and it will be over before you know it. All you need to do is stay perfectly still for a few seconds.”

“I guess I can do that, Dr. Hill,” Carla said. “I’m willing to do whatever you think is best if it will help you to figure out what is causing these strange sensations in my belly.”

With that, the doctor led Carla to a small room and had her stand in front of an intimidating looking machine. “You’ll hear a low humming sound for a second, Carla,” Dr. Hill said. “Remember to be perfectly still until I tell you it’s okay to move.”

It was all over within a few seconds and the procedure was, as Dr. Hill had promised, painless. “Go on back to the other room, Carla,” he said. “I’m going to take a quick look at the x-ray and then I’ll come in and let you know what, if anything, I see.”

Carla sat down in the examination room and anxiously waited for Dr. Hill to join her. When he finally walked back in, Carla asked him what the x-ray showed and if what she had was curable.

“Actually, Carla, your condition is not uncommon for a young woman your age,” he told her.

“What is it doctor?” she asked. “Can you give me something to help?”

“Well, Carla, there really are no drugs you can take for this condition,” he said. “And it’s something that you’re going to have to learn to manage.”

“Oh Dr. Hill,” Carla said, “is it really that serious? What’s the condition called?”

“Yes, Carla, it can be serious,” Dr. Hill said. “Here, Let me show you.” He tapped the keys on his computer’s keyboard and her x-ray appeared on the large computer screen.

Carla gasped when she saw it. “Oh my God, doctor, are those butterflies in my stomach?”“That’s correct, Carla,” Dr. Hill said. “You’re suffering from a severe case of first love, but the good news is that it’s almost never fatal and you’ll eventually get over it.”

Written for the Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge. Photo credit: