Blind Date

PHOTO PROMPT – © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Beth waited, gazing out the window of the little cafe. She watched cars come and go; families, couples, friends all enjoyed their meals and left while she waited. . . .

Across town, Allen waited, wondering if Beth, his blind date, was ever going to show up. Finally, with a great big question mark in his mind, he left.
“Never again,” he vowed.

Beth called her friend Sharon from the cafe just before she left.

“WHAT? I just spoke to him, and he said YOU never showed!”

They finally met, still laughing about their near-miss many years later.

Powdered Death


“I wonder why that pretty little pink one is for sale?” Audrianna grabbed Jules’ hand. “Could we look? I love it!”

“Audri, we haven’t the time or the money for that now. Wait until we’ve been able to save!”

But Audri didn’t understand wait.

That night, she found her cache of powdered death and dropped just enough in Jules’ drink to send him off with very little pain or mess.

Once the formalities were over, a “natural causes” death declared, Audri began her campaign to win the boat.

She always got what she wanted.

Could be Worse!

(Oh bother. I see my “like” button isn’t loading, and my notification bell on this site isn’t working. At least it works on my Bible study site, so I get all the comments on this blog, too. Sorry, I thought I had everything fixed. Such a nuisance!)

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

“I hate floods!”

“No one loves them, unless there’s been a drought, I suppose.”

“This is just nasty, Dad. Dead snakes in the basement, stinking water halfway up the walls. And all this filthy sea weed gunk! What good is it, anyway?”

“You’re having quite an attitude, Son.” Dad stopped, leaned on his rake, and said, “It could be worse, you know.”

“Yeah? I don’t see how!”

“Well, we could live where the snakes are alive and poisonous. We could have to haul water from a dirty stream. We could have to eat grasshoppers and beetles.”


A Dream

PHOTO PROMPT © Rowena Curtin

“Mommy, do grown-ups have dreams while they sleep?”

“Yes, Trina. Why do you ask?”

“It’s ’cause I had this dream last night. It woke me up.”

“What was it about?”

“I can’t ‘scribe it. So much light. Like a giant bulb, only it made my room all red.”

“Did it scare you, Trina?”

“N-n-no, not really. It was pretty, and warm, and it felt safe, not scary. Mommy, what made the light red?”

“What do you think, Honey”

“Dunno. It felt good, like a big red Valentine’s heart.”

“Then that’s what it was.”


PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

(You may remember that last week I mentioned my “like” button, along with my notification bell, was not working. I couldn’t “like” any of your stories. I got into an online forum offered by Word Press, and FINALLY, after following many suggestions, someone asked if my third-party cookies setting was disabled. Yes, it was. I had disabled it, because I get sick of clickbait from places in which I have no interest. So I enabled all cookies, and VOILA! “Like” is working. Notification bell is working. If you use Chrome and you’re having similar issues, check your settings for cookies. It was an easy fix, once I knew how to do it.)

And now for my story:

“Oh, now that’s just going too far,” whined Bella. “Garlic in every window, every door? They KNOW they have to invite us in. This is just offensive.”

“Stop whining!” barked Bariel. “We’ll wait. Just make sure you stay in the cover of the woods in case the sun takes us by surprise.”

“I’m staying right here by the door,” insisted Bella. There’s shade from the overhang. I’m going to catch someone by sur—–AAAAGGGgggggghhhh!!”

The holy water hit her full in the face, leaving only dust.

Bariel grunted. “Know-it-all newbies.”

You Got Stuff?

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

“Seems a lot of people are cleaning house since the Covid thing came along.”

“Yup. If you’re going to stay home, you might as well do something you’ve been putting off for years!”

“You ever consider if people in third-world countries would think our junk is a treasure?”

“You ever consider that some of it could be donated, fixed up, and given to our own needy folks?”

“Good point. I’ve got stuff. You got any stuff?”


The two neighbors spent the rest of their walk making plans.

The Shop

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Walking into the shop was like entering a magic room. I’d never seen such a wonderful collection of indescribable trinkets, jewelry, novelties.

“Where does it all come from?” I asked the proprietor.

“Here ‘n’ there.”

“It is all so lovely. All handmade?”


“Those halloween skulls are intriguing. . . “


“Are they sold individually, or together?”

“All ‘er none.”

“You don’t talk much.”


“Will you bargain with me?”


“How do you ever sell anything?”


Irritated, I decided to leave. The door was locked. I glanced back at him. Cold-eyed, he said, “No sale, no exit. Your choice.”

Back in My Day


“Blasted new-fangled contraptions! Stinking, noisy, clogging the streets and creating chaos! If God had intend–“

“Granddad, come on! You sound like all the old fogies sitting in the pub complaining about how things have changed since ‘their day.’ Can’t you think of anything good that has happened?”

“Nope! Not a gol-dang thing! In MY day, youngsters didn’t disrespect their elders!”

“No? Huh. Seems I remember some stories. . .”

“Bah! Nonsense. None of it true!”

“Well, that’s a shame. It seems to me you had a lot of fun. Are you saying you’ve always been a grouch?”



PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

The children’s eyes, wide with wonder, reflected the glow of the performers’ costumes.

“Daddy, how. . .?”

“I don’t KNOW!” Irritated, Daddy flipped Erin’s hand away. “Just watch!”

Eli was more experienced. He knew how dangerous it was to bother Daddy. He leaned down and whispered in Erin’s ear, “It’s special cloth that can glow in the dark. They’re not on fire.”

“Oh.” Erin sighed, leaning against Eli for comfort. She gulped down a sob. “I wish Mommy was here.”

Hearing her, Daddy shook her by the shoulder. “Stop it! Right now! We’re here to have FUN!”

No Sightings


Every now and then the townspeople would see workmen on the property. Fencing repairs, trees trimmed, windows cleaned and changed out for the seasons. The house had been painted every five years.

No one ever sighted an occupant, though. Not once. And oh, how they tried. Binoculars, telescopes, cameras with zoom lenses. They even forced their children to go there on Halloween. The fence would open, the door would crack, a hand would reach out. But no one ever saw anything more. No face. Nothing.

It drove them crazy. Inquiring minds want to know 🙂