A Random Conversation

PHOTO PROMPT © CEAyr

“What are you reading, Dear?”

“The Ambassadors. By Henry James.”

“Ah. Never had the nerve to pick that one up. Too deep for me.”

“Charles, did you know Karl Marx is buried at Highgate Cemetery?”

“No, Love, I didn’t. Is that significant?”

“I suppose not. Just wondering why a German revolutionary landed here in London for his eternal rest.”

“Maybe Germany wouldn’t accept him back Rather like George Soros. I understand Hungary won’t let him back into his country. Odd sort of man, really.”

“Hmmmm. Maybe it’s not true that the best things in life are free.”

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The Plant

“Mommy, that’s not a plant. It’s . . . something. . . else. Something awful.”

“Don’t be silly, Pumpkin. It’s just a plant. I just need to trim it back.”

“You can’t. You’ll see.”

“Of course I can!”

“No. It’s reaching up to find a way through the ceiling to my room. I’ll be gone one of these days.”

“Oh, my word! What an imagination you have! I think you’d better stop watching The Twilight Zone.”

A couple of months later, Pumpkin disappeared overnight. The neighbors thought Mommy went insane when she shredded the plant–until the shreds began to grow and reach and stretch. . .

Silly Kids

PHOTO PROMPT © Linda Kreger 

They picked up momentum as each person joined in the effort of getting Grandma up a tiny little hill. The older of the two brothers; then Big Bear, then their wives, laughing so hard they could barely walk.

People stopped to watch, taking pictures with their iPhones.

Grandma was laughing with them. All just good fun.

Then a palace guard approached, seriously commanding them to HALT!

“Are you aware that there’s a very steep descent at the top of this hill? Slow down, now!”

As he turned away, they erupted into laughter again, including the guard.

Lunch

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

The four women, lifelong friends, met for their weekly lunch date. They chose “their” table, enjoying their usual comments about the orca and the shark above their heads. The heads had been there as long as they could remember. Kind of creeped them out at first, but now they were like old friends.

As usual, Sherry excused herself for the restroom. Cat joked about getting her that stuff they advertised on TV for her overactive bladder.

She was gone longer than usual, though, and finally Elle decided to go check on her.

“Perfect!” thought the orca. “Dessert!”

Real Men Don’t Need Directions

PHOTO PROMPT © Jan Wayne Fields

“Are you sure you remember how to put that tent up?”

“Yes! For pete’s sake, a six-year-old could do it! Leave me alone!”

“I have the directions right here. Looks to me like you need them.”

“I DON’T NEED THEM!” Go away and let me work!”

“Well, okay. I’ll put them right here on the grill.”

He fussed and fumed, putting poles together and taking them apart until he had such a mess he couldn’t even tear it down, never mind put it up.

Then a quiet little voice said “Daddy? I’m six. I know how to read the d’rections. “

The Place

Jimmy and Bobby walked past The Place daily on their way to and from school. They made up stories; scary, funny, fantastical. They talked about finding a way in, but they knew they couldn’t do it.

One day as they walked by, they heard a whisper: “Pssssst! Please help me!” Their hair stood straight up on their heads, and they made it home in half the usual time.

Mom called the police. The officers who came to their door were skeptical, but the boys were convincing.

They called for backup. It was like a TV show. . . . . until the ending. . . . . . .

New Life

PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz

Cassie’s eyes, the same blue as the icy water below, sparkled with excitement. It was her first solo mission in her beloved Cessna 172! The weather was perfect, with no strong winds or ominous clouds. Alone in her little four-seater, she would return with precious cargo.

Five hundred miles north, Amka cradled her sleeping newborn. They had named her Uki, Survivor. Premature, she needed special care for her under-developed lungs. Cassie was their only hope.

The village listened for the plane’s engine. Reports from the radio shack encouraged them.

All for the life of one tiny baby.

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I have to apologize. I just didn’t get to read everyone’s stories last week. Usually I read every single one, but for some reason I’m having trouble focusing on my usual routine. I don’t think I can blame it on jet lag any more 🙂 Maybe I’m just homesick for my kids and grandkids, and I really do love it in England. Anyway, I promise to try to do better this week.