Eye Sore

That neon yellow paint on our house
Gives me the chills

It’s so outrageous that it makes me
Want to run for the hills

So I need to head into town
There’s no time to runaround

Some dull gray paint I need to fetch
A color that doesn’t make me want to retch


Written for these daily prompts: MMA Storytime (neon), The Daily Spur (yellow), Word of the Day Challenge (chills), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (runaround), and Ragtag Daily Prompt (fetch).

The Wild, Wild West

My best friend’s great grandfather, who we went to visit in the nursing home, was a treasure trove of stories. He told us about how he moved his family from a cushy life back east to the Louisiana Territory to get a great deal on 160 acres of land that was in the category of the Homestead Act.

He said life on the prairie back then was difficult, but he and his family were ready to tackle the challenges of creating a home on the range. His tales of bravado were indeed mesmerizing.

I was able to glean, though, that there was something fishy about my buddy’s great grandfather’s tales. And as entertaining as they were, my friend admitted that they were all concoctions of his great grandad’s addled mind from all of the westerns he had watched on TV.


Written for these daily prompts: Word of the Day Challenge (treasure), The Daily Spur (category), MMA Storytime (territory), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (tackle), and Ragtag Daily Prompt (glean).

Close But No Cigar

Paula was a very good photographer who worked for a small town newspaper. She had an eye for detail and great photographic artistry.

She was excited to learn that some of her photographs had been noticed by a photography magazine editor. He sent her an email saying how impressed he was with her technique and wanted to know if she would be interested in coming in for an interview. She responded that she would be keen to meet with him.

Within a few days, the magazine editor called Paula and they discussed and agreed upon a timeline for the interview. Paula was thrilled because, if she got the job, it would be a big promotion for her.

But as luck would have it, the day before Paula’s first interview was scheduled, she received a call from the magazine’s publisher. “Unfortunately, Paula, the editor has been fired due to some financial chicanery on his part and, as a result, we are freezing any new hiring for the time being. However, we will keep your resume on file should the hiring freeze be lifted.”

Well, okay, then, Paula thought. Close but no cigar. I guess I’ll have to put myself back on the market to find another opportunity.


Written for these daily prompts: Word of the Day Challenge (technique), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (keen), MMA Storytime (timeline), The Daily Spur (promotion), Your Daily Word Prompt (chicanery), and Ragtag Dailt Prompt (market finds). Photo credit: jwblinn at Shutterstock.com

Rest In Peace

Simple wooden tombstones with their letters burned onto their surfaces in a slipshod manner stand askew in the paupers wing of the cemetery reserved for the anonymous dead.


Written for the following daily prompts: Word of the Day Challenge (simple), MMA Storytime (tombstone), Ragtag Daily Prompt (burn), Your Daily Word Prompt (slipshod), The Daily Spur (wing), and Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (anonymous).

The Right to Remain Silent

“It wasn’t my fault, detective,” Steve insisted.

Detective Morrisey was interviewing Steve McDougal, the prime suspect, at the crime scene on the street in front of the apartment building. He looked at Steve. “What we’re you doing on the roof of this building with the victim?”

“Well, it was a clear night and they were calling for meteor showers, so I suggested that we go up on the roof, smoke a few joints, and watch the night sky’s show.”

“So you lured him up there,” the detective said.

“No, I didn’t lure him up there,” Steve said. “I just invited him to join me is all.”

“So what happened next?” Morrisey asked.

“Well,” Steve said, “we sat on the ledge, shared a doobie, and were looking at the sky. Ivan was kneeling on the ledge and I told him to be careful but he leaned forward and suddenly he was gone.”

“I see,” Morrisey said. “How did you know the victim?”

“Ivan? He managed my investments,” Steve explained.

“Didn’t he recently retire?” Morrisey asked.

“Yeah,” Steve said, “he finally decided to put himself out to pasture, so to speak.”

“And isn’t it true that he embezzled money from you and basically looted your portfolio?” Morrisey asked.

“Well, yeah,” Steve admitted, “but you know how it is. You win some, you lose some, right?”

Morrisey pulled out a pair of handcuffs. “Please put out your hands, Steve,” he said. “Your under arrest for putting your former investment banker, Ivan Imhoff, permanently out to pasture. You have the right to remain silent….”


Written for Jim Adams’ Thursday Inspiration prompt. Also for these daily prompts: Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (fault), Ragtag Daily prompt (on the roof), Your Daily Word Prompt (kneel), The Daily Spur (investment), MMA Storytime (pasture), and Word of the Day Challenge (loot).