12 Jan

95 01 January 11th 2015

“I’m thinking this was not such a great idea” he says holding back her hair as she spews the contents of her stomach over the railing.

“I just need to get my sea legs” she replies weakly between wretches.

This was supposed to be their romantic honeymoon. A seven-day cruise on the most expensive ship that they could afford. “Maybe we should just forget it? What’s it going to be like when the ship finally sets sail?”

“I’ll be fine, honestly” she replies, her face turning greener, as  Titanic II slowly casts off…

written for:

Sunday Photo Fiction – January 11th 2015

Beings Of Light

5 Jan

Before I begin I would like to wish you health and happiness in this new year.

I an so pleased with this week’s photo. It is no secret that I believe in angels-  both earthly and spiritually. I have two guardian angels to whom I am greatly appreciative..

Written for:

Sunday Photo Fiction – January 4th 2015

94 01 January 4th 2015His Mother was sick with the flu so Alain offered to go the airport in the storm to pick up his sister who was arriving for Thanksgiving. Mom had insisted that he take her car since it had four-wheel drive and he had asked his friend Martin to come along in case they got stuck and needed to push.

It was certainly a “Mom car”. Gas and wiper fluid both full.  the interior clean in spite of the foul weather they had had, and a large pewter angel clipped to the sun visor.

They set off early in heavy sleet which quickly turned to freezing rain. Alain drove slowly and carefully, there was no hurry, Chantal knew they were on their way and would be waiting for them.

Suddenly they saw the rear end of a jack-knifed truck looming toward them. With ice beneath their wheels they were unable to avoid colliding with the trailer as it slid in front of them, seemingly in slow-motion. Then..as if by a miracle, the truck driver managed to straighten out his rig and it barely grazed the car mirror on its way by.

The two young men were badly shaken. Alain pointed to the angel. “I guess she did her job” he laughed nervously. Martin reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out a tiny pink angel and shows it to his friend. “Maman insisted that I take this with me..”

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22 Dec

Written for :

Sunday Photo Fiction – December 21st 2014

92 12 December 21st 2014

When I emigrated to Mars in the late fall of 2020 I  discovered my niche. With a large group of like-minded neighbors we founded our own community of Humbug. As the civic leader it was my responsibility to see to it that no Christmas paraphernalia found it’s way in.

Holliday greetings were seen on the same scale as a filthy cuss and subject to a public mouth washing beneath the bright lights of town square. Social media was forbidden to engage in the yearly spat that took place back on earth  between the season’s greetings and merry christmas factions.

With no  brightly lit trees, no tacky light shows to pollute the neighborhood, and no chunky men in ill fitting velour suits; life was good. Until..

The blaring of sirens woke me from my  strange dream. Trying to shake the vision of dancing lollipops from my brain I stumbled to the window and shoved my head out to try and see what the commotion was all about. As I looked toward the sky, a  sleigh pulled by reindeer passed before Phobos and Deimos. “That’s impossible” I muttered to myself. The rest, as they say, is history…

Cold Day In Hell

5 Dec

Written for Friday Fictioneers

5 December 2014

flowers with Ice-Janet Webb (2)

PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright Janet Webb


“It’ll be a cold day in hell before I let you leave.” Father’s slurred words interspersed with the snapping of his belt as he swung the buckle at mother’s face. Luckily, in his drunken state, his aim was not as good as usual.

We children crept off to bed, desperate to remain unnoticed until he passed out. Tomorrow would be tears, forgive me’s, kiss and make- up. We’d seen it a million times.

My sister woke me in the dark and I shivered despite the August moon.Wrapping myself in a blanket I looked out the window to see what had her so excited…


Carpe Diem

5 Dec
 Haibun Thinking – December 2nd 2014

Film Quote

“Carpe diem. Seize the day boys, make your lives extraordinary”
~ Dead poets Society (Robin Williams)

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This has been an extraordinarily difficult year for my co-worker. While recovering from surgery and the aftermath of complications upon complications, she was hit with the sudden deaths of her only remaining family. Her mom and younger sister the victims of an intoxicated driver .

Putting all this drama aside, she returned to work despite management’s offer of personal time off. Every evening she has been here to greet clients with her lovely smile and “hello, how can I help you?” They, never suspecting the pain and heroic effort behind each word. Like Robin Williams her beautiful soul wept behind a mask.

Somehow her secret got out. We have no idea how ~ Santa perhaps? Late yesterday afternoon shortly after her shift began a beautiful poinsettia arrived at  her desk with an envelope. Inside the envelope was a voucher for a weekend at a local spa and a gift card . A folded paper  revealed the signatures of dozens of our regular clients.

We found her sobbing uncontrollably in the staff room. She kept repeating “I don’t deserve this”. She cannot be any further from the truth. Après la pluie le beau temps. She has been an example of professionalism above and beyond anything any of us are capable of. Carpe diem my friend, this day is yours.

from out of the dark

even the humblest  weeds

will have their day



Don’t Shoot ..

23 Nov

Written for :

Sunday Photo Fiction – November 23rd 2014

88 11 November 23rd 2014

As the first rays of light needle their way through the pines, the twitter of an early bird cuts through the forest. I shiver despite the three layers of clothing I am wearing, dampness settling around me like a wet blanket. I have been here for hours in my hiding place, barely moving ; my eyes riveted to the spot where I have been leaving apples and carrots for the last couple of weeks. Now as dawn settles in  I know that my wait will soon be over.

Then I hear them approach, hesitant at first, but the scent of my offerings soon bring them in to full view. Several white tail deer are in my line of sight but they are not what holds my interest. A little to their left stands a magnificent buck. I raise my arms slowly, aim at him and shoot.

The almost imperceptible sound of my Nikon sends the troupe bounding into the woods but I grin like a fool. I finally got a picture of Rudolph.

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Wishing For An Early Spring

16 Nov

Written for :

Sunday Photo Fiction – November 16th 2014

Weird shaped icicles

Harold slid Mam’s rocking chair closer to the window and into the patch of golden sunlight that crept across the polished wood floor. He sat down facing outdoors and watched with child-like excitement as the melting snow and ice formed stars along the gutter’s edge. He took a sip of his tea, closed his eyes and made a wish.

“Star light, star bright..” he chuckled out loud. Mam had taught him to wish upon stars but of course not many of his wishes had come true. No matter how hard or how loud he had made them, Mam would still beat him when the smell of whiskey was heavy on her breath. Now at the age of fifteen his life had finally changed for the better.

Pops had gone on a business trip and while he had been away Mam had deserted her son, leaving in the middle of the night with only her purse. The authorities had been called in but almost four months later she still had not been located.

Harold rose from his seat and made his way down to the basement. Behind a wood pile was a long-forgotten chest freezer. Harold cracked it open and stared in at his mother’s body frozen in the foetal position. “We’re in luck Mam” he whispered “ground should be soft enough for digging in less than a month..”



3 Nov

Admittedly this is not my favorite time of the year. As the frosty mornings make way for the impending snow, my heart and my mood plummet faster than the thermometer. I thought ( foolishly ) that if I just kept busy  this year that perhaps this would ease me through the transition. Alas this is not to be.

Daylight savings time is a bummer. The insomnia that had me up at four has now been displaced to three a.m. I suppose that on the plus side, a house entirely dusted. Vacuumed and washed floors, and two loads of laundry done by five a.m. before I leave for work at five forty-five can seem pretty impressive.

Then there is Angel. Always on my mind and in my heart. As the  third anniversary approaches I feel a tightness in my chest and the desire to cry about anything and everything. “Just get over it” is not an option. Although the pain of losing her has eased somewhat, the emptiness remains. Sweet baby Angel, Nana sends her love.

Bear with me while I climb this hill and then I will be back to enjoy the labors of my favorite bloggers..


20 Oct

Haibun Thinking – October 14th 2014

Grown up, and that is a terribly hard thing to do.
It is much easier to skip it
and go from one childhood to another.”
F. Scott Fitzgerald


A young cavalier climbed upon the black stallion and as the carousel began to turn he reached out to grasp the brass ring. Decades passed in ups and downs, an eternal loop without beginning or end, but still his arm remained extended trying to snatch the prize.
As time wore on,  and out of frustration, he began lashing out  angrily at those who love him. He began to let his inability to succeed eat away at his health and his soul. The older he got the further away the ring became.
Sadly, as our rider and his steed head into the sunset years he is still unaware that he has held the prize in his hands since birth. The greatest gift of all, slips slowly through his fingers.
The gift of     family
seeking  his pleasure
in ownership and wealth
a man’s downfall

FootPrints SCI Recovery

10 Oct

I am posting this because I believe it is important to always have hope. We are proud of our niece and especially proud of her daughter who was never willing to give up. Let them be our guiding light..


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