Three Line Tales — The Simple Things

6197F123-82D6-4322-A0C2-4455B35160F4My wife came back from the pet store carrying a cardboard box full of cat toys and goodies for the new kitty we just brought home from the shelter.

My wife took all of the items out of the box and carefully laid them all out on the floor, eager to see which ones the kitty wanted to play with.

My wife watched with dismay as the kitty looked over and sniffed the lined-up goodies, but passed them all up for the cardboard box, which she jumped into and mockingly peered at us just over the box’s top edge.

Written for Sonya’s Three Line Tales. Photo credit: Eberhard Grossgasteiger at Unsplash.

MLMM Photo Challenge — Rescue Dog

6AC0F8C4-0C05-4D70-8234-FFAFA7DFACA1Doug and his wife, Dorothy, had finally decided to get a dog, and they agreed that they should adopt a rescue dog. So they headed to the local animal shelter and met with a member of the staff to review the process of adoption. They filled out all of the paperwork and answered all of the staff member’s questions.

“Okay,” the staff member said, “You have gotten to the stage where it’s time for you to pick out the dog you would like to adopt. Meet me outside by the pen and I’ll bring the dogs out there for you to make your selection.”

Doug and Dorothy we’re so excited at finally being able to select a dog to bring home with them. But when they got outside, they were surprised to see nearly two dozen dogs lined up and staring up at them with their sad, expressive, and hopeful eyes, all intently focused on the couple.

“Oh, Doug,” Dorothy said, “with so many adorable dogs to choose from, how can we pick out just one? I want to take them all home with us. This is really hard.”

“I know what you mean, sweetie,” Doug said. “This reminds me of that time when I went to the Bunny Ranch in Nevada and they lined up all those gorgeous prostitutes and I had to choose just one. That was really hard.”

Dorothy looked over at her husband in disbelief. “Yeah, I bet that was a hard one for you, you bastard.” She spun around, marched to their car, started it, and drove off.”

Doug shrugged his shoulders, looked at the shelter’s staff member, and said, “I guess there are some memories are best left unspoken.”

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

Twittering Tales — Pug in a Towel

3C37B976-D51E-4671-B3F6-8D57018ACE74They said he’d been traumatized before he was dropped off at the shelter wrapped in a towel.

They said he would need patience and understanding from a loving family.

They said it would take some time.

They didn’t say he’d wrap himself in that old towel and whimper all the time.

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Written for Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales prompt. Photo credit: Matthew Henry at

FOWC with Fandango — Shelter

FOWCWelcome to October 14, 2018 and to Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (aka, FOWC). It’s designed to fill the void after WordPress bailed on its daily one-word prompt.

I will be posting each day’s word just after midnight Pacific Time (US).

Today’s word is “shelter.”

Write a post using that word. It can be prose, poetry, fiction, non-fiction. It can be any length. It can be just a picture or a drawing if you want. No holds barred, so to speak.

Once you are done, tag your post with #FOWC and create a pingback to this post if you are on WordPress. Or you can simply include a link to your post in the comments.

And be sure to read the posts of other bloggers who respond to this prompt. You will marvel at their creativity.

#writephoto — Wake Up Dead

8AFD1E23-EDDF-43C3-AF60-9427B33D9C05“It’s going to be a frigid night tonight,” Dave said. “We really need to find a place to hold up in until this cold weather passes if we don’t want to wake up dead.”

Annie had to laugh. “Dad,” she said, “you can’t wake up dead. If you wake up, you’re not dead. And if you’re dead, you won’t wake up.”

“Aren’t you a smarty?” Dave smiled at his daughter, but the smile belied his concern. It was April. Usually the temperatures at this time of year were still cool, but tolerable, even up here in the hills. But this year, at their annual father-daughter camping trip, it was unusually cold. He knew that with this sudden drop in temperatures, it could be dangerously cold.

One option was to start back to where they’d parked the car, but there was no way to make it there by nightfall. So the only other choice was to find a protected site and hunker down for the night.

“Grab your pack and let’s see if we can find a place that’s protected from the wind,” he said. “We’ve only got a few hours of daylight, so let’s get a move on.”

Dave could see that Annie was starting to get tired, cold, and maybe a little scared. “When I was in college,” he said, “we used to sing a silly drinking song. You’d start out singing ‘99 bottles of beer on the wall, take one down, pass it around, 98 bottles of beer on the wall.’ You keep singing those versus until you get to no bottles of beer on the wall. Of course, we’d never get to zero because we’d all be too drunk before then.”

Annie looked at her father and said, “we don’t have any beer, Dad.”

“No, honey, we don’t,” he said. “So we can pretend and count how many bottles we go through until we find a place to camp out for the night. So while we’re singing and walking, keep your eyes peeled, okay?”

They were at 42 mythical bottles left on the wall when Annie squealed. “Look, Dad. Look at that pointy hill over there. There’s a cave in it.”

“I see it,” Dave said. “Let’s head over and see if we can climb up into it and get out of the wind and cold. “I’ll get a fire going, we can eat our sandwiches, and be nice and toasty for the night.”

Annie smiled. “And we won’t wake up dead, right?”

This is a twofer. It’s written for Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt and for today’s WordPress one-word prompt, “frigid.”