Sunday Photo Fiction — Rose-Colored Glasses

14EAED48-8B5C-480E-94EA-A7C99273FCDA“Yes, it really is serene and tranquil out here, and I thank you for suggesting this much needed break,” Phil said, “but I really need to head home and finish that project. I can’t continue to let it slide.”

“Oh come on,” Paula said. “Don’t be so anal. Beside, you told me that your project wasn’t due until a week from tomorrow. And it’s Mother’s Day and I thought we’d spend the entire day together.”

Phil laughed. “Yes, it’s Mother’s Day, but you’re my girlfriend, not my mother.”

Paula grabbed Phil’s arm and pulled him tight. “But I can be the motherly type, don’t you think? Wink wink, nudge nudge.” she said.

“Whoa, girl, that’s a whole new paradigm shift,” Phil said, smiling. “But you’re right, I don’t need to finish the project today. Besides, I see a rose-colored path up ahead that I think goes perfectly with your rose-colored glasses.”

“Well, what I see through my rose-colored glasses is that by next Mother’s Day,” Paula said, “you’ll see just how motherly I can be.”

(175 words)

Written for today’s Sunday Photo Fiction prompt from Susan Spaulding. Also for these daily prompts: Ragtag Daily Prompt (finish), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (slide), The Daily Spur (girlfriend), Word of the Day Challenge (motherly), and Your Daily Word Prompt (paradigm). Photo credit: That gorgeous photo is from Fandango!

Sunday Photo Fiction — The Revenge of Smaug

B7B508CD-0DFD-4CA6-A0BB-35E85796F17FPeter was excited about showing off the dragon he had made for the oral book report he would be giving to his class.

It took Peter only a few days to read J.R.R. Tolkien’s book, “The Hobbit,” But even with his father’s help, it took nearly three weeks to build a model of Smaug, considered to be the last great dragon of the Middle-Earth.

Peter and his father worked together almost every night when Peter’s father came home from the office, plus several hours each weekend, until they had finished the model. They even constructed a fulcrum-like mechanism, which enabled Peter to manipulate Smaug’s head to swing both up and down and from side to side. Peter was so proud.

On the day of the book report, Peter carefully put the dragon into a large cardboard box, and Peter’s father drove him to school. Peter got up and gave the oral book report and then unveiled Smaug to the oohs and aahs of his classmates.

After school that day, the class bully demanded that Peter give him Smaug, which Peter reluctantly did.

A few days later, the class bully was reported missing, never to be seen again. Neither was Smaug.

(200 words)

Written for this week’s Sunday Photo Fiction prompt from Susan Spaulding. Photo credit: A Mixed Bag.

Sunday Photo Fiction — The Legacy

60E8D740-BD31-4AB0-BF4B-8AB3BAD2A9D5The old man spent his entire life building log cabins. He built his first one with his father more than sixty years ago. He was in this late teens at the time, his whole life ahead of him. Now he was almost 80 and his days were numbered. He wasn’t quite broken yet, but he was certainly bent.

This was to be his last cabin. His arthritic hands, sore joints, stooped back, and atrophying muscles betrayed him on his life-long quest to be remembered as the “log cabin man.” He wanted his log cabins to be his legacy.

He was constructing this cabin for his youngest grandson, who was in the army and had recently been deployed to the southern border to help build that damn wall.

He was praying every day that he would have the strength to finish building the cabin. He certainly had the determination.  But it was a struggle.

And then one day, as he was notching out a log, the old man slumped over, unable to breathe.

His grandson was granted bereavement leave upon the death of his grandfather. And he swore that he would finish the cabin as an homage to the “log cabin man.”

(200 words)

Written for Susan Spaulding’s Sunday Photo Fiction and her photo. Also for the Word of the Day prompt, “quest.”

Sunday Photo Fiction — A Simple Girl

12e70a31-5edc-45c1-88b5-11ca0fd1b2eeMany thought she was a simple girl with a simple mind. She spent her time alone, up in the attic, simply painting simple pictures.

She started with a simple painting of her pet dog. Then one of her neighbor’s cat. Of flowers and animals and animals with flowers. Of homes and hills and sunrises and sunsets. All simple, each unique.

Her simple paintings remained unseen by anyone else, even her parents. When they died, in their simple will, they left their simple daughter their simple house. The simple girl, shy and retiring, had to, for survival, leave her simple house periodically. But she continued to spend most her time living her simple life painting her simple pictures. Hundreds of them. Maybe a thousand. Maybe more.

After years of painting her simple pictures, her health fell into a deep descent. She developed a serious cough, one that ultimately proved fatal.

A representative from the town’s property assessor’s office came to assess the value of the simple house. He went up to the attic and discovered something that no one would have been able to predict. He found a treasure trove of simple paintings, paintings that were valued in the simple millions.

(200 words)

Written for Susan Spaulding’s Sunday Photo Fiction prompt. Photo credit: Susan Spaulding. Also for these one-word prompts: Ragtag Daily Prompt (pet), Word of the Day Challenge (unique), Michael’s Writing Prompts (descent), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (cough), Your Daily Word Prompt (representative), and Daily Addictions (predict).

Sunday Photo Fiction — Enjoy the View

a5f62dd9-e447-4649-9816-1fb0665af5d6“It’s exquisite, isn’t it?” Anna said.

Hearing no response from her boyfriend, she repeated her question. “The view of the city from here, it’s stunning, don’t you think?”

Still no response. “Earth to Michael,” she said. “Come in, come in.”

Michael turned to Anna. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I was lost in thought.”

“Let me guess,” Anna said. “It’s a beautiful day and you can’t stop obsessing about that moron who believes he’s a legend in his own mind.”

“I just can’t get over the inane things that he says and tweets,” Michael said. “He’s crazy. Shutting down the government over his stupid border wall. His constant lies, his detrimental actions. I can’t inderstand why Mueller hasn’t been able to wrap up his investigation in a more timely manner. It’s clear to anyone with half a brain and who isn’t living in a cave that Trump is guilty as shit of colluding with the Russians, of obstruction justice, and of being a total charlatan.”

“It’s Sunday, Michael,” Anna said. “You have to give it a rest before you make yourself sick. Let’s go get some mussels and wash them down with a pitcher of beer.”

“You’re right. Let’s enjoy the food and the view.”

(198 words)

Written for Susan Spaulding’s Sunday Photo Fiction prompt. Also written for these one-word prompts: Word of the Day Challenge (exquisite), Your Daily Word Prompt (lost), Nova’s Daily Random Word (legend), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (inane), Daily Addictions (border), Ragtag Daily Prompt (timely), and Michael’s Writing Prompts (cave).