Simply 6 Minutes — The Good Deed

“Okay, guys, listen up,” Bert, the turtle, called out to all the members of his bale. “We’ve got a situation on our hands and we’re all going to have to pitch in to come up with a solution.”

All of the turtles in the bale swam over to Bert, their leader, and listened carefully. “Do you see that young duck over there on the north shore? Well, his name is Danny and he has a sad story. You see, he was orphaned when the last hurricane blew through here and he then got separated from the rest of the ducks in his waddle.”

A murmur rose up with the bale of turtles. One yelled out, “Yes, that is, indeed, a sad story, but what does that have to do with us?”

Bert responded, “With no mother or father and sisters or brothers around to teach him, Danny never learned how to swim, so he has been lonely and landlocked. But Danny recently heard that some other members of his waddle who survived the hurricane that separated Danny from his family and friends have settled down on this large pond’s south shore. Danny really wants get back to his waddle, but he can’t swim and it’s too far and too risky for him to walk all the way to the other side of the pond.”

“So how can we help, Bert?” a different turtle called out.

“I’m glad you asked,” Bert said to the turtle who asked the question. “Here is what I want us to do. I want us to line up single file to form a straight line from the north shore to the south shore and we can let Danny Duck walk across our backs to the other side of the pond.”

“But there aren’t enough of us to make it all the way to the other side of the pond,” another turtle said.

“I know, but as soon as Danny passes over each turtle’s shell, those turtles shall quickly swim from the back of the line to the front,” Bert said. “I think this will work. So who’s with me on helping another member of our pond’s family?”

There was another murmur from the members of the bale and in unison, they shouted, “We are!” and immediately started forming a single-file line of turtles from the pond’s north shore to its south shore.

And Danny, the appreciative orphaned duck, started scampering across the backs of the helpful turtles on his way back to join the other surviving members of his wadde.


Written for Christine Bialczak’s Simply 6 Minutes Challenge. Image credit: Ryan Sims/Comedy Wildlife 2022

#WDYS — Like a Moth

He was like a moth
A moth attracted to light
A light at the end of the tunnel
A tunnel under the canopy of trees
Trees that stretched to the horizon
A horizon on the other side of the pond
A pond with a surface like a mirror
A mirror he cracked when he dove in
In his quest to reach the light
A light that he was attracted to
Attracted to like he was a moth


Written for Sadje’s What Do You See prompt. Photo credit: Casey Horner @ Unsplash.

Freedom Day

Bark manAfter having terrorized the village for decades, the monster had finally been subdued and caught. The villagers took the still living creature to the swamp, where they plunged it into the murky, algae-surfaced pond up to its waist, anchored its feet, and secured one arm to a petrified tree.

The monster struggled for days, going so far as to attempt to gnaw its own left arm off at the shoulder, in a vain attempt to free itself, but it was to no avail, as its strength had been depleted during its capture. The struggle ended when, in agony, the monster perished.

But instead of sinking beneath the slimy green, scum-covered surface of the pond, the monster remained fixed in the position in which it had died. Ultimately, it became petrified, just like the petrified tree to which it was tied.

Now every year, on the anniversary of the capture and demise of the monster who tormented them for decades, the villagers return to the pond to celebrate Freedom Day.


This post was written for Sadje’s What Do You See? prompt. Photo credit: Google.

#writephoto — True Nature

9E1BF740-AC0F-4023-85C2-93B5EEA070AAAs a child, the little princess had always been a handful for the king and queen. Once she turned eighteen, her parents decided that the best way to deal with her would be to find a suitable prince and to marry her off. “Let her be someone else’s problem,” her father, the king, lamented.

And so the king and queen sent the word out far and wide that they were seeking a suitable suitor for their daughter’s hand. She was, after all, royalty, and along with her came a royalty-sized dowry.

The princess, eager to get out from under the clutches of her controlling parents, welcomed the opportunity to be swept off of her feet by some charming prince from an exotic land far away. But as time went by, she was introduced to no potential suitors and grew quite impatient.

On her twenty-first birthday, the princess confronted her parents. “It’s been three years and you have yet to introduce me to a single suitor. Surely at least a few have been suitable.”

“We are looking for a young man of high moral character, integrity, honesty, who is pure of heart, and who possesses a strong and sense of responsibility. Only then can we determine who is worthy to be your husband,” the king explained. “But none of the potential suitors have met our requirements.”

“But how do you know these things after only one interview?” the princess asked.

“We have our ways,” the queen said. “You must trust us, daughter.”

The frustrated princess stomped off to her room and sat on her bed crying hysterically. Her lady in waiting came into the room and tried to comfort the anguished princess. The princess explained why she was so upset. “I probably shouldn’t tell you this,” the lady in waiting said, “but the king and queen take each prospective suitor to a secret pond deep into the woods and they make the suitor gaze into the pond’s still waters. The mystical pond is supposed to have a mirror-like surface and when anyone looks into the pond, what is reflected back shows the person’s true nature.”

The princess was livid that her parents could be so stupid as to manage her fate by using some mythological pond to screen potential suitors. The next morning, the king and queen were found dead in their bedroom, apparently the victim of poisoning. The princess was immediately crowned queen of the realm, and her first order of business was to be taken to this pond that could allegedly reveal the true nature of anyone who gazed upon its mirrored surface.

The knight of the queen’s guard reluctantly led her to the pond, but knowing the princess, he begged her not to look at her reflection in the pond water. She pushed him aside, stood at the edge of the pond, and looked down to see her reflection.

The new queen’s chilling screams could be heard for miles around.


Written for this week’s Thursday Photo Prompt from Sue Vincent.

Twittering Tales — The Zoo

6DB25E6B-2588-42E4-9EAA-2A80BD62B159“There are so many, Mommy,” Sara said as she and her mother looked down at the tropical pond from the catwalk high above.

“It’s hard to believe there were only a dozen when we brought them here before their planet became uninhabitable,” her mother said. “All they do is procreate.”

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Written for this week’s Twittering Tales prompt from Kat Myrman. Photo credit: mattiaverga at Pixabay.com.