MLMM Photo Challenge — My Father’s Gloves

img_1404“I swear, I have looked everywhere for them,” Josh said.

“Do you remember where you saw them last?” Hal asked.

“Come on, Hal,” Josh said. “What kind of stupid question is that? If I could remember where I last saw them, they wouldn’t be lost, would they?”

“Well excuse me, Sherlock,” Hal said sarcastically. “They didn’t just disappear, you know.”

“I have to trace back my steps,” Josh said. “That’s my only hope for finding those gloves.”

“Why don’t you just buy a new pair?” Hal asked. “There’s a Target a few blocks from here.”

“You know that those gloves were my father’s,” Josh said. “They’re one of just a few items I have left of his. They’re irreplaceable. I can’t believe I left them somewhere.”

“So what did you do first today?” Hal asked.

“I walked the dog.”

“And you wore the gloves?”

“I usually do. It’s still pretty chilly in the mornings,” Josh said.

“Do you recall taking them off when you got back from the walk?” Hal said.

“Omigod!” Josh shouted. “I sat on the park bench to check the newsfeed on my iPhone for a minute or two and took the gloves off to scroll though the news stories.”

“It’s only been a few hours,” Hal said. “Maybe they’re still on the bench where you left them.”

“Grab your jacket,” Josh ordered.


Written for this week’s Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge. Photo credit Matt Seymour via Unsplash.

Also written for today’s one-word prompt, “disappear.”

Let It Bleed — Nothing Ventured

8EA80C5A-C313-4377-AE3C-918E3197884C“I don’t know,” Jon said to Angela, his older sister. “I feel really awkward.”

“You can do it,” she whispered. “I heard her talking to Sarah and she told her that she thinks you’re cute.”

“But she’s never even said hello to me,” Jon countered. “I don’t think she even knows that I exist.”

A look of frustration crossed Angela’s face. “Don’t be such a wuss,” she said. “She’s right over there on the bench sitting all by herself. Go talk to her, ask her out. What’s the worst that could happen, Jon?”

“She’d turn me down flat and I’d be devastated,” Jon said. “And then she’d tell all of her friends and soon I’d be the laughing stock of the school.”

“That could happen,” Angela admitted. “But think of the risk-reward ratio. Take a risk and ask her on a date. If she says yes, think how rewarding that would be.”

“But I’m also risking being rejected when she says no,” Jon said.

Trying to encourage her brother, Angela said, “Nothing ventured, nothing gained.”

“I choose nothing ventured,” he said.

Angela was pissed at her brother about his lack of self-confidence. She walked over to the bench where Sally was sitting and started talking with her. The two girls looked over to where Jon was standing. Angela signaled for Jon to join them but he couldn’t. He just stood there, frozen.

He saw Sally stand up and walk towards him. He felt his stomach tie up into knots. “Hi Jon,” Sally said when she reached him. She stuck out her hand for him to shake. “Angela says that you would like to ask me for a date but you’re afraid I’ll say no.”

Jon hemmed and hawed for a second before finally finding his voice. “Well,” he said, “I’m sure you’ve got lots of guys wanting to go out with you.”

“You’re right, I do,” she said, smiling brightly. “But you’re smart and kinda cute and way too shy. So since you seem reluctant to ask me out on a date, I hope you won’t find it too awkward if I ask you to go out with me.”

“Not at all awkward,” Jon said. “I’m glad you asked.”

“You know what they say, Jon,” Sally said, grabbing both of Jon’s hands. “Nothing ventured, nothing gained.”


This is a twofer, written for today’s one-word prompt, “awkward,” and the this week’s Let It Bleed prompt, where the phrase, “You can do it,” she whispered appears in the post.

The Epitome of Narcissism

56645EE2-4746-473B-978A-CB3EF6841CF0When I saw that “narcissism” was today’s one-word prompt, I was going to write a post about the narcissism of Donald Trump. After all, narcissists don’t easily accept any criticism or blame; they consider themselves infallible. And that is so Trumpian.

Trump’s behavior and way of dealing with others by dividing the world into good and evil is a typical sign of narcissism. Any criticism of him is met with anger as it is associated with shame and humiliation, neither of which he seems capable of feeling. He constantly expects attention, admiration, and loyalty. And he lacks empathy and compassion.

But is our president a narcissist? We know that he’s ill-informed, erratic, self-destructive, self-absorbed, abusive, bigoted, misogynistic, paranoid, insecure, and spiteful. We also know that he believes he’s better, smarter, and richer than others and that he exaggerates his achievements, blames other for his failures, and is in need of constant praise.

Trump has the tendency to live in the moment without considering consequences, seeking to bolster his self-esteem no matter the risk, making him a classic hedonist. He has no moral code and is totally unfit to be president.

So to me it is clear that Donald Trump is the epitome of narcissism. But this is merely my opinion. I’m not a psychologist or a psychiatrist. I have no training or expertise when it comes to diagnosing narcissism. I am just a layperson who sees the way our president acts and, based upon his behavior, I have drawn some conclusions.

Thus, I’ve decided that there’s not much point in my posting about the narcissism of Donald Trump. It is what it is and my opinion means nothing in the grand scheme of things.

Now I just have to figure out how to respond to today’s one-word prompt or if I should just skip it and spend more time with my wife and family.

What do you think?

Simple Instructions

45E4DBA6-32E7-437E-9276-1FD0C3369B10“There’s been a complication,” Larry said. “I’ve got a few leftover peg thingies, and I’m short a few of these screw thingies. And I can’t get this last piece to fit properly.”

“There’s nothing complicated about this,” Anita said. “You just have to follow the instructions, step by step. Can’t you follow simple instructions?”

“I have been following the ‘simple’ instructions and I’ve been at this for three hours and now I’m going to have to go back and start from scratch,” Larry groused.

“Seriously?” Anita said. “It looks like you’ve got most of it put together.”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” said Larry, “but I messed up somewhere.”

“Should I call my father?” Anita asked. “He’s a mechanical engineer.”

“No way,” insisted Larry. “I’ll figure out how to put this damn crib together without help from your father. But I tell you what. We’re never buying another piece of furniture from IKEA ever again.”03C1BEB7-358F-49D4-A76D-5BA2B44E3833


Written for today’s one-word prompt, “complication.”

Premature Evaluation

38F6467F-E4D0-4968-993A-FC6FB84BD290“It’s been a year and a half and I have yet to see anything that would cause me to think my assessment of him was inaccurate,” I said. “He is the worst president ever.”

“You’re being premature in judging his presidency,” he said. “He’s not even halfway through his first term yet. You have to give him time; give him a chance. He’s not your typical politician. He’s still learning the job.”

“Have you ever heard the phrase ‘death by a thousand cuts’? He’s slowly chipping away at our democracy, destroying it from within, and doing to our country what Putin couldn’t do on his own,” I said.

“Not true,” he argued. He is keeping the promises he made to the American people, the promises that got him elected.”

“You’re like that frog in the fable,” I said.

“What frog? What fable?” he asked.

“If you throw a frog into a kettle of boiling water, it will jump out,” I explained. “But if you place the frog into a kettle of tepid water and then bring it to a boil slowly, the frog will not perceive the danger and will be cooked to death.”


Written for today’s one-word prompt, “premature.”