Posted in Words 'n' such Poetry

Crimson Creative Challenge #206- Poor Joan

Here’s how it works:

Every Wednesday I post a photo (this week it’s that one below.)
You respond with something CREATIVE

On a walk in the forest went Joan,
Forgetting to bring her cellphone.
Her hat later found,
With no one around.
Why the heck did she set off alone?

Will she ever be found, who can say?
People still think this reeks of foul play.
Public places seem nice,
But take some advice,
Make your safety your own job each day.

Posted in 6 Sentence Stories, Writing Prompts

Six Sentence Story- Perilous Promises 7


Perilous Promises is my continuing story outline of two young children trying to make it from Honduras over the U.S. border. They’ve traveled for more than a month hoping to make it to their American citizen great Aunt Maria and safety. They made some friends and some enemies along their perilous journey. The first 6 installments are available below:

Yumi motioned to Ernesto to follow her outside once Abria was safely tucked into bed and offered him an ancient cellphone, a small amount of money, and what sounded like an order for him to proceed to the border without his little sister who didn’t have the strength to make it.

Ernesto knew she was right about Abria but, having every ounce of trust beaten out of him by now, decided to spark a conversation about Yumi’s relationship to Maria so he could be sure that his sister was in good hands.

Theirs was a similar journey 40 years before when Maria was forced to leave her best friend Yumi behind in this little village deathly ill and unable to continue to the sanctuary of the United States of America.

Satisfied of Yumi’s ability to care for Abria until he could send for her, Ernesto bid Yumi farewell with instructions conveyed to her by Aunt Maria for him to reach Mission Texas and set out to reconnect with Mig to complete the perilous trek.

George Navarro was just about to the end of his 20-hour border patrol shift in Mission Texas when he heard a terrified bloodcurdling squeal ahead of him and gave his horse a kick galloping toward the sound.

He spotted a real four-legged coyote yanking a lone small child by the hood of his jacket to the ground with four other pack members drawing a closing circle, so he lifted his rifle and neutralized one sending the rest scattering as George swiftly dismounted and swept the sobbing child into his arms.

Posted in 6 Sentence Stories

Six Sentence Story- Progress Shouldn’t Hurt

Prompt word: labyrinth

She’d always thought her grandparents- born at the beginning of the 20th century- were the generation who witnessed the most dynamic human change in a lifetime, but the cultural changes of her sixty-six years eclipsed those industrial, medical, and technological advances they had beheld.

Her stomach twisted every time she reminisced about her childhood of jumping rope on the playground and feeling completely safe only to return to her present, a place and time of declared progress yet tragically foreign and ominous.

She’d like to blame it all on the 1960s but on closer examination there really was a labyrinth of cultural rot that went unnoticed while the rapid “advancement” of the human experience was cheered along.

The hippies, militaristic feminism, and the drug culture, were just the first glaringly emboldened movements to take center stage; all made possible by the everyday comforts and prosperity that the enormous leap of the sciences had secured.

Earlier, when she walked by the schoolyard, small children stood separated wearing surgical masks just twirling in circles with one child erupting in a rant filled with vulgar language getting no notice from the teacher nearby.

One child’s eyes widened with shock and met hers, but to steal her hoping to guard her precious innocence was not possible, so she wept for her instead as she walked home praying for all those children’s future.

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FOWC with Fandango- Personal Judgement

Today’s word is “dogged.”

Karen had a big heart and heightened sense of safety having a history of working as a paramedic but her persistence on everyone in her family getting the vaccine became a problem.
Uncle Harry just said, “No way! I’m not putting that experimental crap in my body.”.
Karen thought, what did Uncle Harry know? He drank too much and had dropped out of high school. He had no medical training!
But he wasn’t the only one who refused.
Her little sister, who had had a bad bout with Covid-19 was also refusing. She had also vowed not to vaccinate her kids.
How could her family be SO blind?! They were “anti-vaxxers”! The new second class, reckless, deplorable citizens.
Karen’s sister had voted for Biden. She had to have some good sense. And, she had a college degree too. Karen was livid! Her family wasn’t reflecting well on her, and her inner circle of friends were raising their eyebrows.
Karen’s dogged evangelizing was driving a wedge between family members but, she knew best!
Soon, all she did was send them CNN articles and NPR statements of FACT.
It was ‘fact’ in her circles, anyway. She had no time for alternative views. Gosh! She was the trained paramedic, and this was an emergency.
Then, cases of the vaccinated (and boosted) started intermittently rolling through the emergency room. More adverse reactions, to the vaccine, started ‘leaking out’ and showing up. When she looked further, she realized that the scientific data available was sporadic and incomplete.
Karen suddenly reexamined her position.
Her family had, thankfully, not lost anyone. They had all (at least initially) been frightened. Covid-19 had been a tragic, and evil, imposition on them all by a foreign country, not each other. The vaccines were a calculated personal risk, just like the virus. There was a non-transparent authoritarian attitude among the most visible scientists, for some reason. And the measures taken to combat the virus had been extreme while the interest in finding treatments was almost non-existent.
Happily, her family held no grudge when she relaxed her judgement of them … because they knew Karen, after all, had a big heart and a heightened sense of safety.

Posted in 6 Sentence Stories

Six Sentence Story- Outsmart or Underestimate?

Rules of the hop:
Write 6 Sentences. No more. No less.
Use the current week’s prompt word.
Return here, link your post Wednesday night through Saturday late…
Spread the word and put in a good one to your fellow writers 

At certain points in our history, engineers believed they could outsmart users of modern machines but underestimated human ingenuity when it comes to convenience and freedom of use.
The dreaded handle on lawnmowers that stops the engine when released so the handler can remove obstacles without putting his hands in the blades was overcome with a bungee cord rather than creating a danger-free experience, which was already danger-free for non-idiots.
Of course, all creative ‘safety’ measures come from an initial place of underestimating average human intelligence and often have a reverse effect in the ‘for your own good’ department by complicating the use of machines.
There are those seatbelt alarms arguably more distracting and less effective than their clever creators intended especially when the driver is antagonized into buckling up while in motion or pressed to trick their vehicle into being quiet.
The best one was a car model that required the seatbelt to be buckled before the engine and gear system could be engaged, a child safety measure so foolproof parents could leave their keys in the ignition, and that one was outsmarted by my 4-year-old cousin who had watched his parents perform the necessary steps, and easily started the car using those observations, almost running over his Mom.
The moral of this story is: there will always be stupid people doing reckless things so making everyday machines more difficult to use and more expensive to produce, in the name of safety, may neither be the best possible nor most efficient use of innovative engineering.

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#FOWC ~ Personal Space

I’d written this initially for a Six Sentence Story prompt but believe that exercise calls for more of a fairytale response than one meant to “prod” people. Today’s FOWC offered me a chance to use it. Yes, it’s meant to prod everyone’s thinking and assumptions.
Have a great day!
The prompt word is “space”.

Tony had a busy day planned.
He was about to run errands but first his daily Covid-19 Cleanse had to be done which entailed refilling anti-bacterial soap dispensers, washing his clothes and showering, and wiping down the interior of his car before getting in and grabbing his favorite “Back Off” mask on the dashboard and leaving.
Tony went first to the bank and withdrew cash from the ATM, then he stopped at the drugstore and was delayed a bit because three unmasked teens were loitering around the space by the entrance just talking, AND they weren’t socially distanced either, so he waited for them to leave causing him to be desperately behind schedule presenting him no choice but to dash past them flashing a most furious look!
Finally, he went to the grocery market, grabbed a cart after sanitizing his hands, strictly followed the arrows on the floor, and bought the ingredients for three days of dinners so he wouldn’t have to frequent populated areas like the grocery store too often.
His journey complete, he unloaded the groceries, grabbed the mail, and poured himself a glass of wine when a UPS delivery notification popped up on his phone, so he retrieved his package by his door in time to wave at the driver, and wondered, would he now get some ‘down time’ after a most hectic morning?
Two days later his job required a Covid-19 test and when his quick test came back positive, which required a quarantine loss of worktime and another test, he set out to find those ANTI-MASKER teens hoping to file a criminal complaint!

FOWC with Fandango — Space – This, That, and The Other (

Posted in In my humble opinion..., Memories of the Farm

Once upon a time…

Nugget 2

I happened upon a vendor, at the flea market, this weekend. She was selling old beaten, yet still useful, metal trucks. My heart was happy at the memories stirred by these relics. Days spent riding them over the grass hills of my backyard with my brother. Tumbling and laughing …oblivious of their sharp edges and lead paint…we used them in the unintended ways kids do with toys.
Out of nowhere, I remembered Halloween and the fun we had roaming our neighborhood until 10:00 pm! I reminisced for a moment with the vendor. We shared a happy talk of pillowcases filled with candy and the knowing we were safe because we knew our neighbors.
“Now, Halloween is limited to an hour and a half .” I sighed. “Oh well, the kids won’t miss what they never had, I guess.”  I walked away with a heavy heart.

The next vendor had a metal Popgun for sale. He wanted $20.00 for memory’s sake and I held the toy, not daring to buy, but allowing myself the memories of me, as Annie Oakley once again. Jamming the barrel with dirt that would go off, with a pop and a puff, was not the intended use, of course. Such happy times…

I’d just had a birthday so reminiscing was near, anyway. The rest of the morning held flashbacks to the happiest times riding in the back of pick-up trucks and on top of hay wagons, with the breeze and treetops at my cheek.
Building campfires on an old dirt road and learning to swim without life vests in the ponds and creeks, came back. Using a wood-burning set without incident and at an “inappropriate” age and the “Thing Maker” with molten goop producing plastic bugs. Riding an, at least 1000 lb horse, bareback at the age of 6 and wandering about the cows, who weighed the same, without fear nor injury because I had been taught about caution. Oh yes, and building bows with arrows of sharpened sticks with the Barlow pocketknife grandpa bought for me. Building jumps for my spider bike and riding with no hands…feet upon the handles…producing some scrapes and bruises, but what a ride! Climbing to the tops of trees and silos and getting scared but holding tight and cheering “like a gold medalist” when I, once again, found the ground.
These things are dangerous and won’t happen any more…why? Because no modern child would attempt them. They haven’t any way to test themselves…to learn caution as they grow by “uping” the ante of self-reliance. All they know is “You mustn’t try. You mustn’t risk. Your judgement is flawed.Don’t get hurt.”
Kids are taught to fear, now.  A fine beginning to taming them…self-reliance is dangerous, you know.
Wild colts can turn into sheep.

Kids won’t miss, what they never had…