MLMM Photo Challenge — My Father’s Gloves

img_1404“I swear, I have looked everywhere for them,” Josh said.

“Do you remember where you saw them last?” Hal asked.

“Come on, Hal,” Josh said. “What kind of stupid question is that? If I could remember where I last saw them, they wouldn’t be lost, would they?”

“Well excuse me, Sherlock,” Hal said sarcastically. “They didn’t just disappear, you know.”

“I have to trace back my steps,” Josh said. “That’s my only hope for finding those gloves.”

“Why don’t you just buy a new pair?” Hal asked. “There’s a Target a few blocks from here.”

“You know that those gloves were my father’s,” Josh said. “They’re one of just a few items I have left of his. They’re irreplaceable. I can’t believe I left them somewhere.”

“So what did you do first today?” Hal asked.

“I walked the dog.”

“And you wore the gloves?”

“I usually do. It’s still pretty chilly in the mornings,” Josh said.

“Do you recall taking them off when you got back from the walk?” Hal said.

“Omigod!” Josh shouted. “I sat on the park bench to check the newsfeed on my iPhone for a minute or two and took the gloves off to scroll though the news stories.”

“It’s only been a few hours,” Hal said. “Maybe they’re still on the bench where you left them.”

“Grab your jacket,” Josh ordered.


Written for this week’s Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge. Photo credit Matt Seymour via Unsplash.

Also written for today’s one-word prompt, “disappear.”

MLMM Photo Challenge — The Songbird

img_1371Some folks are saying that what happened was my fault. Yeah, I know, right? That’s ridiculous. They say that I should have seen this coming, being that I am his brother and all. But, hey, I’m not my brother’s keeper, for crissake. I have my own life to lead. You feel me, right?

Okay, so everyone knows that he’s not right in the head, and all. They used to call him retarded, but that’s not politically correct anymore. Now they say he’s mentally challenged or some shit like that. But the truth is, he’s just slow. What he is is a bit of a dimwit. And yes, he’s a big guy. But he’s sweet, you know. Like a teddy bear. He’d never do so much as hurt a fly.

So I’d pick him up at the home and take him to see her perform in the park on Thursday evenings because her singing calmed him. You know how they say that music soothes the savage beast, right? Not that he’s savage or anything. It’s just that her singing made him feel good, feel warm inside. So we’d go to the park and listen to her sing for a few hours. You know what I’m saying, right?

He told me he thought she had a beautiful voice, as if there was a bird inside of her. I told him that he was right, that there was a lovely, little songbird who lived inside of her, and when she opened her mouth, it was the singing of the songbird that came out. That made him happy.

And then last Thursday night, after we got to the park, I started feeling sick to my stomach and I told him we had to go. But she wasn’t finished singing and he didn’t want to leave. He said he knew his way back to the home, which is only three blocks from the park and that he’d go there as soon as she was done singing. So I said okay and left him there.

I found out what happened when the cops showed up at my door on Friday morning. I’m, like, really sorry about what happened to the girl. But I mean, seriously, I didn’t think he’d take my story about a songbird living inside of her chest literally.


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

MLMM Photo Challenge — Failure To Communicate

DE1CA96C-3864-4255-A0DB-7BF5F05BE382“What we’ve got here is a failure to communicate,” Aaron said as he reached up with a pair of scissors and attempted to cut the cord that his parents were using in their vain attempt to communicate with one another.

Aaron was cursed with this recurring dream ever since his parents got divorced. The three of them were in the water of a shallow lake. His parents were sitting on wooden chairs facing in opposite directions. He was in between them, crouched down inside a wooden barrel. They were holding tin cans next to their ears with a piece of rope connecting the cans. It reminded him of a walkie-talkie experiment that he and his friends tried when he was younger. It never really worked, but they liked to pretend it did.

Just as Aaron’s parents pretended to be talking with one another. But instead, they were talking to one another, neither listening, both talking, and not really saying much at all.

Aaron believed that his parents’ break up was his fault, that he was responsible for cutting the lines of communications between the two of them, just as he was doing in the dream. But that, of course, was not the reality.

Aaron tried to postpone falling asleep each night, but when sleep finally overtook him, he once again found himself sitting, scissors in hand, in the barrel in the lake between his opposite facing parents.


Written for this week’s Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge. Photo credit: Nicolas Bruno.

MLMM Photo Challenge — Up Close and Personal

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This week’s Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge asks us to do “something different.” We are asked to share our own portrait and to write something about ourselves.

Okay. Well, when you blog anonymously, it’s sort of antithetical to share your actual portrait and to write about yourself, is it not?

Most of what I am willing to share with you, my readers, is already stated in my “About” page. If you haven’t read it yet, click here.

But in the spirit of this challenge, I have posted a self-portrait. Well, a close-up of my mustache, lips, and beard-covered chin. And those are my actual eyes shown on the header image of this blog. So if you put the header image of my eyes together with the image at the top of this post of my mustache, mouth, and chin, you can let your imagination fill in the gaps to know what I look like in real life.

As to writing something about myself that I haven’t previously revealed in the 965 posts I’ve posted so far on this blog, that’s going to be hard.

So here’s what I propose. In the comments section of this post, ask me anything you want to know about me. I’ll pick five or so questions and write a post answering them.

And if I don’t get any questions in the comments, I’m going to have to assume that you either already know everything you want to know about me and that you have absolutely zero interest in finding out something about new me that you don’t know.

Or that maybe you simply couldn’t care less. Ouch, that hurts.

MLMM Photo Challenge — The Bear Hug

img_1268“No way,” the model said. “I didn’t sign up for this.”

“Oh please,” the director said. “Must you always act like such a prima donna, Valerie?”

“Let me get this straight,” she said. “You want me to stand half naked outside in the snow while a huge grizzly bear comes up from behind me, puts its arms around me, and squeezes me? Have you lost your mind?”

“Valerie, honey, we’re shooting a commercial for Bear Hug brand wine and the clock is ticking,” the director said.

“Maybe I can help,” another man chimed in. “Miss, that bear is a circus bear and I’m it’s trainer,” he said. “I can assure you that the bear is as gentle as a lovable St. Bernard dog. He won’t hurt you.”

“Time is money, sweetheart,” the director said.

“Okay, fine,” Valerie said.

Once everyone was in place, the director shouted “Action.” Valerie stood shivering in the snow as the big, brown bear slowly move in behind her, stood on its hind legs, and put its huge arms around her.

Suddenly, without warning, the unexpectedly enraged bear started tearing at Vallerie’s flesh.


Written for this week’s Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie’s Photo Challenge. Photo credit: Google Images.