Weekly Prompts — Photo Challenge — Line-up

The weekend’s photo challenge here on Weekly Prompts is “Line-up.” The challenge notes that there are lots of possibilities here: line em up and shoot em… photographs that is!

I was unsure of what to do for this prompt, as I am not a photographer and have no photographs of things lined up. I was feeling quite depressed about having nothing to use for this prompt. I decided that what I needed to overcome my profound depression was a pint of Ben & Jerry’s Stephen Colbert’s Americone Dream ice cream. That always makes me feel better.

So I walked to my local Safeway to pick up the ice cream. But guess what happened when I got there! It was very crowded with customers and there were very few cashiers. As a result…

drumroll please…

…people were lined up at the checkout lines.

And I took a picture…2BEDFB76-ECC1-4707-B2F7-C6A13E7BDC0F…of all the people lined up to pay for their groceries.


Photo Challenge — The Melting Moon

360508D2-287E-4920-B3C7-552717CD752E“What’s all the excitement about?” Don asked in his typical guileless manner.

“Look at the moon, you idiot,” Betsy said. “It’s melting!”

Steve stopped strumming his guitar and looked up at the moon. “It’s not melting, it’s dripping.”

“Melting, dripping, whatever,” Betsy said, “something is seriously wrong. The moon doesn’t do that.”

Don googled “melting moon” on his smartphone. It took him to a page that discussed the impact of climate change on Greenland. “There’s a lot of research on the web about melting icebergs and glaciers in Greenland, but nothing about the moon melting.”

“That melting is due to how the human race is acting like a traitor to Mother Earth by denying the truths about climate change,” Betsy said.

“Um, Betsy,” Steve said, “what kind of mushrooms did you use in the beef stew you made for tonight’s campfire dinner?”

Betsy shrugged, “I don’t know,” she admitted. “I found a bunch near the base of a tree in the woods over there.”

“I’ve heard stories about so-called magic mushrooms in this part of the woods, but I thought it was all bullshit,” Steve said.

“Magic mushrooms,” Don said. “That could explain why we’re all seeing the moon melting. It’s a mass hallucination.”

Written for today’s Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge. Photo credit: picsart.com. Also for these daily prompts: Daily Addictions (excitement), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (guileless), Ragtag Daily Prompt (guitar), The Daily Spur (page), Your Daily Word Prompt (research), and Word of the Day Challenge (traitor).

Photo Challenge — Making Everyone Happy

48CC415B-230F-4EAE-B75F-D91A3C85CC54David fancied himself an artist. He was also a science fiction fanatic and was convinced that, with pen in hand, he could create fantastic sci-fi graphic novels.

And so David dropped out of college and moved back into his childhood home with his parents. He essentially took over the basement of their house to use as his graphic novel studio and spent most of his time down there drawing and sketching.

But when David turned 30 and was still living in his parents’ basement, they had finally had enough. They tried to persuade David to scrap his dreams of publishing his graphic novel comic books and to find himself a real job.

“David,” his father said, “I know you’re sincere in your desire to be a successful graphic novelist. And I do believe you’ve shown that you’re wicked talented, but it’s time to use some common sense and find a real job.”

Of course, David balked and expressed how disappointed he was that his own parents had such little faith in his ability to achieve his dreams.

So his father and mother put their heads together to see if they could come up with a plan that would rectify this situation.

A few months later, they called David up from the basement. His father said to him, “Your mother and I have devised a solution that we believe will make everyone happy. You know those two acres of undeveloped land we have in the foothills about an hour north of here?”

“Yeah, what about it?” David asked.

His father handed David a photograph of what looked like a fusion of a yellow submarine and a flying saucer. “We just finished building this tiny house for you on that land. It’s got a bedroom, bathroom, kitchenette, and some studio space for your drawings. It’s got electric service, water, heat, and air conditioning. We even set it up for internet service and WiFi.”

“Wow, Dad, this is fantastic,” David said. “How can I possibly thank you and Mom?”

“Easy, son,” his father said. “Move out of our basement as soon as possible.”

Written for this week’s Photo Challenge from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie. Photo credit: Tom Blachford. Also for these daily prompts: Daily Addictions (pen), Ragtag Daily Prompt (scrap), Your Daily Word Prompt (sincere), Word of the Day Challenge (wicked), The Daily Spur (common), and Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (rectify).

The Sound of Silence

FC286FBC-5D5B-41E3-9599-70E1C1C87C65“Your idea to step away from our desks and to get away from the contentious political environment at the office for the afternoon was brilliant,” Nancy said, as she took a big drag off of the joint that her coworker and best friend, Anita, handed her.

“Thanks, Nancy,” Anita said. “I was getting so agitated at work with all of the nonsense that’s been going on there lately that I actually made an obscene gesture at my boss, and you know that’s so not me.”

“You really flipped the bird at old man Dickerson?” Nancy said. “That’s hysterical.”

“Oh yeah,” Anita said. “That lecherous fucker is the gift that keeps on giving,” she added, sarcastically.

“Well, just relax and let the pot help you to forget about the chaos and lunacy that assault our senses and our sensibilities day in and day out,” Nancy said.

“But I can still here the infernal sound of traffic on the interstate from here,” Anita said.

“Let’s lie down over there on the grassy knoll over there,” Nancy said, pointing to a small clearing just on the other side of a glade of trees. Once they were lying next to each other in the grass, they each took another hit and Nancy said, “Close your eyes, plug your ears with your fingers, and clear your mind.”

“Ah, the sound of silence,” Anita said.

Then both women spontaneously began to sing, “Hello darkness, my old friend….”

Written for this week’s Photo Challenge from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie. Photo credit: Jovana Rikalo. Also for these daily prompts: The Daily Spur (desk), Your Daily Word Prompt (contentious), Ragtag Daily Prompt (agitate), Word of the Day Challenge (gesture), Daily Addictions (gift), and Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (plug).

Photo Challenge — Forgotten Step

FC946E03-0D97-40D3-B829-314A59E117D3Anatoly beamed as Ivan met him in the small clearing in the dense pine forest.

“You imbecile!” Ivan shouted.

“What?” a surprised Anatoly asked. “My crew and I did everything you told us to do. We stole the spy plane from the capitalistic, imperial pigs, carefully disassembled it, transported it piece by piece deep into the forest, and painstakingly reassembled it here. Exactly what you asked of me, Ivan.”

“You forget the step where I said to paint the plane’s fuselage in camouflage colors so that it couldn’t be seen by overhead surveillance, Anatoly,” Ivan said angrily. “My team just intercepted this image that was taken by an American drone half an hour ago.” Ivan handed Anatoly the photograph.

“Ah, I see what you mean,” Anatoly said.

Moments later the two men were surrounded by American mercenaries.

Written for this week’s Photo Challenge from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie. Photo credit: David Kovalenko.