Tale Weaver — Barely a Ripple

D844DD7F-CDE2-46A0-908B-B3E025A11849He was born
He went to school
He graduated
He got a job
He got married
He had kids
He worked hard for 45 years
He retired
He died
It should come as no surprise
That when he was alive
His life barely made a ripple


Written for the Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Tale Weaver prompt, where the topic to consider is the notion of eulogy.

Wedding Day, Wedding Night

1E7AF551-4CCC-429D-B9A6-ECEF2A64855CAmanda watched her older sister, sitting in front of a mirror in her wedding gown admiring her reflection. “Do you like what you see?” Amanda asked.

Joyce, surprised by her kid sister, turned and gave Amanda’s dirty look. “Shouldn’t you be doing your homework or playing with your dolls or something instead of spying on me?”

“What? And miss watching you preen in front of that mirror?” Amanda said.

“You’re such a child, you just don’t understand,” Joyce said. “Tomorrow is my wedding day and I want to make sure I look my best, since it’s my day and all eyes will be focused on me.”

“Well, duh,” Amanda said. “That’s a safe assumption, since you’re the bride and it’s your wedding day.”

“Do you want to see something really sexy that I bought to wear on my honeymoon?” Joyce said. “Go to the closet and pull out the black and red garment that’s hanging there.”

Amanda walked over to the closet, threw open the curtain and and pulled out a skimpy teddy that Joyce asked for. “Ooh, that’s insidious,” she said.

“Insidious?” Joyce said. “Oh no, little sister, that is total seduction.”

“Well, if you really want all eyes to be focused on you tomorrow, Joyce,” Amanda said, “forget the wedding gown and wear your wedding night teddy.”

“Now that would be insidious,” Joyce said, laughing.


Written for the Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Tale Weaver prompt, where the tale is suppose to consider the notion of a wedding. Photo credit: Guilherme Stecanella@undplash.com. Also written for these daily prompts: Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (homework), Ragtag Daily Prompt (preen), Word of the Day Challenge (safe), The Daily Spur (curtain), and Your Daily Word Prompt (insidious).

Class Reunion

4DCB1E25-0562-4E30-A118-9FFD797DE69F“Hello,” the woman at the reception table said. “Welcome to the Class of 1999 twenty-year reunion. May I have your name, please?”

“Elizabeth, don’t you recognize me?” Aaron asked. “We were classmates. And surely you remember that night when we….”

Elizabeth cut off the man standing in front of her and then looked carefully him. “Oh my God. Is that you, Aaron? Look at you. You were such a nerd back in our ivy-covered campus days. Now you’re a hot.”

“Thanks, I guess,” Aaron said, a smile on his face. “You’re looking pretty good, yourself, Elizabeth.”

“So what have you been up to for the past two decades, Aaron?”

“I’m a stock broker, never married, and I dabble in a few other areas of personal interest,” Aaron said. “What about you?”

“I’m divorced, have two beautiful kids, and work as an oxygen therapist,” Elizabeth said.

“Well, I don’t know what that is, but it sounds important,” Aaron said. “I imagine it must be rewarding for you to nurture your children.”

“You clearly don’t have any children,” Elizabeth said, with a little laugh. “I’m convinced that having your own kids is like paying penance for the hell we put our own parents through when we were kids.”

“I hear ya’,” Aaron said as he reached down to sign the reunion registry. “I think this pen is out of ink. Do you have another?”

“I’m sure we have a plenty of pens here,” Elizabeth said, “And I’m sure we’re in for a plenitude of new memories at this twenty-year reunion.” She winked at Aaron.

“I’m up for making some great new memories with you tonight, Elizabeth,” Aaron said. “And are you sure you don’t remember that night….”

“Oh yes,” Elizabeth interrupted. “I remember it quite well.”


Written for the Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Tale Weaver prompt where the topic is “reunion.” Also for Paula Light’s Three Things Challenge where the three things are “ink,” “oxygen,” and “ivy.” And finally, for these daily prompts: The Daily Spur (night), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (dabble), Ragtag Daily Prompt (nurture), Word of the Day Challenge (penance), and Your Daily Word Prompt (plenitude).

Tale Weaver — Reflection

102F6D24-BA34-41A1-B729-9A87842C8D5FI don’t look in the mirror all that much. In fact, the only time I really look into the mirror is when I wake up in the morning to wash my face and brush my teeth.

And it’s always a bit of a shock when I look at my reflection. Who’s that? I wonder. Who’s that old fart looking back at me? That’s not me. I’m in my prime. How did that old man get in my bathroom mirror?

I feel as if I’m not looking at my reflection in that mirror, but at a Dorian Gray-like picture. Only it’s me, not my painting, that has aged.

In my mind’s eye, I’m no older than I was when I was a younger man. I don’t really feel older, save for a few more aches and pains, perhaps. It just doesn’t feel to me that I’ve been alive any longer now than it felt to me when I was in my twenties or thirties.

In my dreams, I’m always way younger than I actually am. And smarter. And better looking, too. And sometimes I can fly! Ah perchance to dream.

But then the cold, hard reality hits me when I step into the bathroom, splash water on my face, and look at my reflection in the mirror.

Seriously, where did I go? What happen to that luxurious head of wavy brown hair I used to have? What’s with all those random little hairs growing out of my ears? Will putting some black shoe polish on my gray beard make me look any younger?

And when the hell did my eyebrows start to resemble Andy Rooney’s?

Okay, time to face up to the truth. I really am the person I see reflected in the mirror. But that image staring back at me doesn’t define who I am. It merely reflects how long I’ve been at it.

And dammit, I’m still young at heart.


Written for this week’s Tale Weaver prompt from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie. We are asked to consider the concept of reflection.

I’m Just Not Feeling It

4F6A46DC-2742-4D23-B446-3106CE524C9FI have four partially written draft posts that I started today and they all suck.

In one of the four drafts, I tried to craft, as I am wont to do each day, a cohesive story around five one-word prompts, including my own. But nothing worked.

Then I began writing a post for Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt and I just couldn’t get it to come together. Same with The Haunted Wordsmith’s Daily Prompt post and with Paula Light’s Three Things Challenge post. Nada!

I thought about writing yet another rant about Donald Trump and, even though there’s plenty to rant about, my head and my heart just weren’t into it.

I have been wracking my brain (or is that racking my brain? I’m never sure which is the correct expression) all day, but nothing has surfaced.

Then I saw the Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Tale Weaver prompt, where we are challenged to weave a tale in which ‘search’ features prominently.

So perhaps that’s the answer. I’ve been spending all this time today in search of something to write about and to post. But is it appropriate to write a post about a search when that search has come to naught? Probably not.

Maybe I’ll try again later. Or maybe not. But right now, I’m just not feeling it.