FFfAW — What Do You See?

96afaf32-1954-4b89-a5fd-a58b647a3a85“I see a cute and cuddly teddy bear reaching out for a hug,” Rachel said.

“I see God peeking out from behind the clouds, gracing us all in His glory,” said Anita.

“I see a map of Europe and Africa,” Robert said.

“I see thunder clouds forming and a thunderstorm coming,” Jimmy said.

“Have you no imagination whatsoever, Jimmy?” Rachel asked. “Surely you see something else when you look at those clouds.”

“They’re clouds, Rachel,” Jimmy said. “They are made of drops of water that are too small to see, which have turned into a gas called water vapor. As the water vapor goes higher in the sky, the air gets cooler. And that causes the water droplets to start to stick to things like bits of dust, ice, or sea salt. And that’s how the clouds form. Then the wind moves those clouds across the sky, constantly changing their shapes.”

“You really need to get a life, Jimmy,” Rachel said.

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Written for Priceless Joy’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Photo credit: Jodi McKinney.

Lisa’s Eleven Questions

Lisa, at All About Life, was nominated for the coveted Sunshine Blogger Award. As a part of that process, she posed 11 interesting questions and offered them up to anyone who would like to answer them. Since I qualify as an anyone, I have chosen to pose my answers to her questions.

Ready or not…

  1. Socks? Love them or hate them? I just don’t feel passionate enough about socks to claim to either love or hate them. That said, except when I’m in bed, I pretty much always wear socks. Nike Dri-Fit crew socks, to be specific.DDA61E2E-3E7A-4ED8-B238-F15E85B62357

  2. Is there a God? Does it really matter to anyone else whether or not I believe that there is a god? No it does not. If you want to believe that there is a god, that’s your prerogative. If I want to believe that there is not a god, that is my prerogative. You know. Whatever floats your boat.

  3. Is a pizza a pizza without cheese? No, it’s flatbread.

  4. What’s your favorite book and why? Whew, that’s a tough one. I’m going to have to go with “Watership Down.” Why? Because I was reading it when I met my wife many years ago and we talked about that book virtually the entire night on our first date.EB89AFDE-2962-4482-9583-9F28056D82E3

  5. Do aliens exist or are we floating around in space all alone? I find it hard to believe that, in all of the vastness of the universe, human beings on the planet Earth are the only intelligent life forms. And yes, before you say it, I am more inclined to believe that alien life forms exist than I am to believe that a god exists.EA87F2ED-59F0-4B5F-B9AF-FD699C2B5A72.png

  6. Do you still have the teddy you slept with as a child? I hate to burst anyone’s bubble, but I never slept with a teddy bear as a child, which probably explains a lot about me as an adult. Hmm.

  7. Brussel sprouts? Yes or no? Oh God, no!

  8. Christmas? Do you love it or hate it? I feel about Christmas the same way I feel about socks. That said, I think that playing Christmas music before December 1st should be outlawed.

  9. What’s sexier – a beaming smile or thigh high boots? As someone who has never owned or worn thigh-high boots, I vote for a beaming smile. Beam me up, Scotty!A9537713-E066-4210-AC6E-E0A310EDF496

  10. If you were stuck with one view for the rest of your life, what would it be? If I were stuck with looking at the same view day after day, week after week, month after month, year after year, and decade after decade, I’d say it would have to be this:239380AE-2956-4272-8A21-FDB112006E85

  11. Which do you prefer? Spring or Autumn? Autumn.

Anyone else care to take on these questions?

MLMM Photo Challenge — The Songbird

img_1371Some folks are saying that what happened was my fault. Yeah, I know, right? That’s ridiculous. They say that I should have seen this coming, being that I am his brother and all. But, hey, I’m not my brother’s keeper, for crissake. I have my own life to lead. You feel me, right?

Okay, so everyone knows that he’s not right in the head, and all. They used to call him retarded, but that’s not politically correct anymore. Now they say he’s mentally challenged or some shit like that. But the truth is, he’s just slow. What he is is a bit of a dimwit. And yes, he’s a big guy. But he’s sweet, you know. Like a teddy bear. He’d never do so much as hurt a fly.

So I’d pick him up at the home and take him to see her perform in the park on Thursday evenings because her singing calmed him. You know how they say that music soothes the savage beast, right? Not that he’s savage or anything. It’s just that her singing made him feel good, feel warm inside. So we’d go to the park and listen to her sing for a few hours. You know what I’m saying, right?

He told me he thought she had a beautiful voice, as if there was a bird inside of her. I told him that he was right, that there was a lovely, little songbird who lived inside of her, and when she opened her mouth, it was the singing of the songbird that came out. That made him happy.

And then last Thursday night, after we got to the park, I started feeling sick to my stomach and I told him we had to go. But she wasn’t finished singing and he didn’t want to leave. He said he knew his way back to the home, which is only three blocks from the park and that he’d go there as soon as she was done singing. So I said okay and left him there.

I found out what happened when the cops showed up at my door on Friday morning. I’m, like, really sorry about what happened to the girl. But I mean, seriously, I didn’t think he’d take my story about a songbird living inside of her chest literally.


Written for the Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge. Image credit: Flora Borsi.