#writephoto — Penny Wise and Pound Foolish

E5777421-C875-4134-97FC-137DC8499105“Wow,” Sean said, “turn around and look at the sunset. Spectacular, huh?”

“Yeah, that’s quite a view,” Craig said sarcastically. “We gotta get moving. It’s getting dark.”

“So do you know where you’re going?” Denise asked.

“Of course he doesn’t,” Sean snapped.

“Why do you always feel the need to make any situation more difficult?” Craig said, his irritation with Sean readily apparent.

Denise gave her brother a dirty look. “And why does everything with you have to end up being a pissing contest, for crissake?”

Craig glared at his sister. “Well, if your supposedly rich boyfriend wasn’t such a friggin’ cheapskate, he would have rented a boat that wouldn’t have taken on water, sunk, and almost drowned us all. Now we’re stuck on some godforsaken peninsula in who knows where.”

“Listen to you,” Denise said. “You’re complaining that he’s a cheapskate when just last week you called him a spendthrift because he spent fifteen grand on that Harley motorcycle. There’s just no pleasing you, is there?”

“Hey, don’t give your brother a hard time, Denise,” Sean said. “My father always tells me I don’t know how to manage money. He says I’m penny wise and pound foolish. Now let’s see if we can find some shelter for the night.”


Written for the Thursday Photo Prompt from Sue Vincent. Also for these daily prompts from yesterday: Ragtag Daily Prompt (view), The Daily Spur (dark), Your Daily Word Prompt (difficult), Word of the Day Challenge (contest), and Fandango’s Daily Prompt (spendthrift).

In Other Words — Sunset

0A9E2ADA-033F-406E-A643-FD1A14A4C68CIt’s amazing how easy it was.

It’s remarkable how enabled he was.

It’s staggering how complicit they all are.

Where party loyalty trumps love of country.

And brings about the sunset of democracy in America.


In other wordsWritten for the In Other Words prompt from Patricia’s Place. The challenge this week is to write a story or poem of five lines or fewer using the picture above and/or the word “sunset.”

#writephoto — Begging The Question

EBC05E5D-AC73-482D-81AE-D6B8378C67EC“You know,” Andy said as they were standing on the edge of the outcropping looking out at a beautiful orange sunset, “I was smitten from moment I first laid eyes on you.”

“Aw, what a lovely thing to say,” Arlene responded. “I admit that I was taken with you, as well.”

“Hard to believe that was nearly six months ago, isn’t it?” Andy said. “My passion for you hasn’t subsided at all. And that first time we were intimate, oh my.”

“Yes,” Arlene said with a sigh. “that memory is a durable one, that’s for sure.”

Suddenly dropping to one knee, Andy pulled out a small, blue velvet box from his pocket. Opening it and exposing a diamond engagement ring, he said, “Arlene, you are the love of my life. On this Valentine’s Day, I’d be honored if you would agree to be my wife so that we can spend the rest of our lives together in holy matrimony.”

“Um, no,” Arlene said matter of factly.

“No? What do you mean no?” a shocked Andy asked. “Don’t you love me?”

“I do like you, Andy” Arlene said. “I like you a lot.”

“So what’s the problem, then,” Andy asked. “Why are you saying no to my marriage proposal?”

“You’re a very nice man, Andy,” Arlene said. “And as I said, I do like you. But do you remember when I said that the memory of the first time we had sex was a durable one?”

“Yeah, you just said that.”

“Well, Andy,” Arlene said, “what made that memory so durable was how bad you were. I was hoping, Andy, that with my help, your, um, bedside manner, so to speak, would have gotten better. I’ve invested almost six months trying to make you a better lover, but to no avail.”

“Sheesh, Arlene, if that’s how you feel, why didn’t you say anything before now?”

“Oh my dear Andy,” Arlene said, “I tried so many times and in so many ways, but you never picked up on it. Face it, Andy, you’re a selfish lover. You’re only interested in meeting your own needs and you don’t seem to care about meeting the needs of your partner.”

“And you chose this evening, Valentine’s Day, of all times, to tell me that?”

“You chose Valentine’s Day to beg the question, Andy.”


Written for Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt. Also for these one-word prompts: Word of the Day Challenge (smitten), Your Daily Word Promt (passion), Ragtag Daily Prompt (intimate), and Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (durable).

This Is My Life

EDAF4F9D-1EAA-4C58-B580-45DF5B4809FCI am standing alone on the deck of a giant cruise ship.
I am looking out toward the horizon.
I am looking west and watching the sunset.
Or am I looking east and watching the sunrise?
I’m not sure.
All I see is the ocean.
Everywhere.
All around me.
I don’t know which way this ship is heading.
Or from which way it came.
I am unable to get my bearings.

This is my life.

(Exactly 74 words)


A09947C0-C393-403C-94DC-CA576114D568Written for Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt, where we are challenged to write a poem or piece of prose using the word “horizon” in exactly 74 words.

1F8AE82E-D4B7-418D-B464-FE9C60B08991Also written for Rachel Poli’s Time To Write: Set the Scene prompt, where we are challenged to write a story based in the setting of “a cruise ship.”

JusJoJan — Early to Rise

08dba28b-bfee-4cde-a3a3-3a4522c0143bToday’s jot for Linda G. Hill’s Just Jot It January prompt was suggested by Toortsie. The word is “sunrise.” As Linda noted, Toortsie’s native language isn’t English, it’s Afrikaans. When I opened up her post using the Chrome browser on my iPhone, I was asked if I wanted Google to translate the text from Afrikaans to English and voila! I could read every word.

So now on to my jot for January 10th.

When I lived in the east, I used to love to go to the coast and watch the sun rising up and over the Atlantic. It was breathtakingly beautiful. But also when I lived in the east, the nearest ocean coastline was easily 100 miles from where I lived. And, as a younger man, I typically stayed up later at night and slept later in the morning. So my opportunities to witness the sunrise at the ocean were few and far between.

Now I live on the west coast, and even though, in my old age, I often wake up before dawn, I’m 3,000 or so miles away from being able to see the sun rising over the ocean.

But there’s no need to feel sorry for me. No indeed. Because now I live only a few miles from the ocean and I can go watch the sun setting into the Pacific anytime I want.

What I’ve discovered is that, whether you’re looking east at the Atlantic or west at the Pacific, both the sunrise and the sunset at the ocean’s shore are breathtakingly beautiful. And if you show someone a photograph, and ask them if they’re looking at a picture of a sunrise or a sunset, they’ll be hard pressed to give you the correct answer.