#WDYS — To Grandma’s House We Go

“Where are we going, Momma?” Doris asked.

“Where going to Grandma’s house, sweetie,” Alyse responded.

“We usually drive to Grandma’s house, Momma. Why are we walking through the forest?” Doris asked.

“This time we’re going over the river and through the woods,” Alyse said. “It’s located very deep in the forest. Isn’t it beautiful here with the rays of the sun peeking through the branches of the trees.”

Doris looked around. “Yes, but the sun seems to be setting. Will we get there before it gets dark? I’m afraid of the dark.”

“Oh yes, sweetie,” Doris’ mother answered. “And once we get there, Grandma will be ready to have us for dinner.” She smiled down at her little girl, but the smile was different from her mother’s usual warm smile. It looked almost sinister to young Doris.

“Momma, are we going to a different house than the one we always go to when we visit Grandma?” Doris was feeling worried.

“You’ll see, sweetie.”

In a little while, just as the sun set, Doris and her mother arrived at a cabin. Alyse knocked on the door and an old woman, one Doris had never seen before, answered. Alyse grabbed Doris’ hand and pulled her inside.

“Hello, Doris,” the woman said. Doris smelled the old woman’s bad breath, saw her yellowish eyes, and her large brown teeth. “Come into the kitchen, my dear. Now that you’ve arrive, we can start cooking dinner.”

Doris looked up at her mother, whose appearance seemed to have changed since they arrived at Grandma’s. Her eyes were also yellowish, her teeth were brown. Doris backed away. “Come Doris, let’s help Grandma fix dinner,” Alyse said.

Tears started flowing down Doris’ cheeks. “What is Grandma fixing for dinner?” She asked.

Both her mother and her grandma had transformed fully into ugly witches. “Oh sweetie, it’s not ‘what,’ but ‘who,’” the two women cackled.

Written for Sadje’s What Do You See prompt. photo credit: James Wheeler @ Unsplash.

What Do You See? — Knockers

I’m sitting on the pier looking out at the orange sky of the setting sun and wondering where my muse has gone.

The low, dark clouds in front of me remind me of the fact that I haven’t been able to construct a decent sentence, much less an entire post, using the combination of daily prompt words — even my own — that have been offered up over the past week or so.

I try to beseech my muse to inspire me, to grant me a festival of ideas and the words to express them, but she is silent, just as a lamp with no oil left to burn has lost its flame.

I think back and suddenly recall my all time favorite movie, “Young Frankenstein” and that great scene about the door with enormous knockers. A smile comes to my face. An idea enters my brain. I’ll post that scene from the movie!

Yeah, that’s the ticket!

Written for Sadje’s What Do You See prompt. Photo credit: Kenrick Mills @Unsplash.

Also for these daily prompts: The Daily Spur (sentence), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (combination), Your Daily Word Prompt (beseech), Word of the Day Challenge (festival), My Vivid Blog (lamp), and Ragtag Daily Prompt (knockers).

MLMM/WDYS — Soulmates and Lovebirds


That word has come up quite a bit lately from the bloggers I follow. When Sadje posted the above picture from Jonah Pettrich at Unsplash on her latest What Do You See prompt, the word “soulmates” immediately came to mind. Well, actually, “lovebirds” came to mind first. But then when I saw that the first question Melanie asked in her Share Your World post this past Monday was about soulmates, “soulmates” shot to the top.

Melanie had also asked about soulmates in her May 6, 2019 Share Your World post. And if that’s not enough, just a few weeks ago, Shweta Suresh had “soulmate” as her word for her Saturday Six Word Story Prompt.

And now, Stephanie Colpron has given us the word “soulmates” in her latest Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Tale Weaver prompt.

She’d like us to consider the concept of “soulmates.” She suggested our tale could be about our soulmate or our character’s soulmate if we decide to write a fictional story.

My story is about a man who didn’t believe that there was such a thing as a soul, so the whole notion of “soulmates” was foreign to him. He firmly believed that people looking for their soulmate, allegedly finding them, and potentially marrying them, was more a product of time, place, and opportunity than of anything so idealistic and romantic as locating their ideal partner.

This skeptical man was, many years ago, introduced to a woman who happened to be “geographically compatible” (i.e., they lived in the same city), and both of them were at a point in time in their lives where they were ready to commit to another via marriage.

This man was convinced that there were other women who could have been his partner in life, but either he didn’t know them because they lived in different parts of the country (or world), and/or because one or both of them was not ready for a lifelong commitment.

Still, when he found that geographically compatible woman who, like him, was ready for a long term commitment, he decided, soulmate or not, that he would pop the question. And she said yes.

That was forty-five years ago and, I guess one could argue that the two of them have grown to become each other’s soulmate.

#WDYS — Greed is Good

“I call it ‘Three rich old white dudes,’” Derek said. “What do you think of my latest wall art creation, Greg?”

“Those are the Monopoly men posing like those three monkeys, one who sees no evil, one who hears no evil, and one who speaks no evil,” Greg said.

“Right, but it’s more than just that,” Derek said. “It speaks to the greed that has overtaken America. The dude on the left is feeling guilty about his wealth. He’s surrounded by poverty. He’s experiencing paranoia and is shielding his eyes in order to not see the poor people he’s displaced with his luxury hotels and condominiums.”

“Okay,” Greg said. “And what about the one in the middle?”

“The guy in the center thinks the criticism being levied at his unbridled greed is not fair and he’s covering his ears so he can’t hear what he considers to be their supercilious chatter,” Derek explained.

“And the guy with his hands over his mouth?” Greg asked.

“Ah, he feels so much anguish that he’s suffering from myocarditis, and has been having chest pains, abnormal heartbeat, and shortness of breath,” Derek said.

“So he’s going to change his ways and be less greedy and cutthroat?” Greg asked.

“That’s the dark, some might even say macabre, aspect of my wall art,” Derek said. “Despite the guilt, the denials, and the adverse health effects, these three rich old white dudes still believe that greed is good. They’ll keep praying to the money gods, unable to see, hear, or speak the evil.

Written for Sadje’s What Do You See prompt. Photo credit: B P Miller at Unsplash. Also for these daily prompts: The Daily Spur (paranoia), My Vivid Blog (fair), Word of the Day Challenge (supercilious), Your Daily Word Prompt (anguish), Ragtag Daily Prompt (myocarditis), and Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (macabre).


They’d been best friends since elementary school. They were often called the “Four Musketeers” because they were always together. Some of the meaner, cliquish girls referred to them as the “Four Stooges” because, well, they were always together, but not part of the in-crowd. But that didn’t bother them in the least. They were BFFs.

Jayne, the sassy one, was the first to leave when her father took a new job in a different city at the beginning of their senior year. There was a big going away party and lots of tears right before Jayne moved away. But they all promised to stay in touch with one another.

After they graduated from high school, Elizabeth, the smart one, headed off to her Ivy League college. There was a big party and a lot of tears right before she left. But they all promised to stay in touch with one another.

Monica, the level-headed one, stayed close to home, having enrolled in the local community college, while Ellen, the funny and big-hearted one, got a job as a checker at the town’s largest grocery store. Monica and Ellen hung out together for a while, but then slowly drifted apart.

Three of the girls, Elizabeth, Monica, and Ellen would get together when Elizabeth came home from her Ivy League college for holidays and they would call Jayne on the phone to reminisce and share their new experiences. And they all promised to stay in touch with one another.

Five years after high school graduation, Jayne was married and pregnant with her second child. Elizabeth was attending a prestigious law school. Monica was an English teacher at the local high school. Ellen was an assistant manager at the grocery store. And they had all pretty much gone their separate ways, rarely in touch with one another.

Twenty years after high school graduation, Jayne was newly divorced and a single mother to two teenagers. Elizabeth, a high powered lawyer, was married, had a daughter, and was considering a run for Congress. Monica, married but childless, was head of the county’s teachers union. Ellen was still single and still an assistant manager at the same grocery store.

Two years later, Jayne was planning to move back to her home town with her kids so she could be closer to her aging parents. Elizabeth had lost her run for Congress and decided to give up the high pressure life as a big city lawyer. She was moving back to her home town with her husband and daughter and would be starting a new job as a public defender.

Elizabeth called Monica and said she was coming home. Monica let Ellen know. Ellen called Jayne’s mother and found out that Jayne, too, was heading to town. When Ellen found out that Jayne and Elizabeth were returning to the town of their youth, she and Monica organized a reunion of the Four Musketeers.

And that’s where this picture was taken.

The four girlhood friends — Jayne, Elizabeth, Monica, and Ellen — all grown up and so happy to be together once again. Truly they were Best Friends Forever.

Written for Sadje’s What Do You See? prompt. Photo credit: Gemma Chua–Tran at Unsplash.