A Song at Twilight

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Abby hummed as she worked: Just a song at twilight, when the lights are low. . . .

Her mind was always full of memories, but lately they’d been running like a movie in her mind. Meeting Abe for the first time. . . .their first kiss. . . .wedding. . . .honeymoon. . . .babies. . . . graduations. . . . .marriages and grandbabies. . . . . .Abe’s final illness, robbing his body of mass and strength. . . .their final kiss goodbye. . . .

She stopped. Hummed “when the flick’ring shadows. . . .” She took her last breath, and went to Abe smiling like a bride.

Granny Leah

Granny Leah, confined now to a wheel chair, shook her head at the stuff piled in the garage.

“Ach, ve haf too much dese days!” Her grandchildren rolled their eyes, knowing they were in for another episode of Back in My Day.

“Ja, ve had nossing in da camps. No shoes, no Unterwäsche. No mitts for da hands. Ve came mit nossing, und ve go mit nossing. Nossing to pack und carry ven ve left.

Granny Leah glanced up at her grandchildren. Grinning, she said, “Und das is alles! Wir gehen.”

Note: Unterwasche is underwear. There should be an umlaut over the “a” but I didn’t know how to find it. Und das is alles, wir gehen means, and that’s all. We go.

Another note: I figured how to do an umlaut on my Mac. Easy, when you know how 🙂

Corona Thingy

PHOTO PROMPT © Trish Nankeville

“Hey, Florrie! What’s with all these spiky things ? We’re starting to look like that Corona thingy!”

“I don’t know, Petal. I guess this is just how we grow.”

“Well, I don’t like looking like something that makes people sick. They’re not going to plant us if we look more like a cactus than a flower!”

“You know, Petal, you complain a lot about things you can’t fix.”

“I know, but it didn’t matter until that bat flu thing went worldwide.”

“Just relax. Something else will come along and people will forget what Corona looks like.”

Jesus Didn’t Need a Boat!


“At the conclusion of today’s sermon,” said Pastor Kelton, “I’d like to invite anyone who is interested to take a look at the pontoon behind the narthex, outside on the grass. It needs a little work. If you’d like to help restore this boat to usefulness, you will be welcome to join our family on excursions on the river.

“Now, let’s look at today’s passage. Turn to Matthew 14: 22-33 in your Bibles, and let’s look closely at the story of Jesus walking on the water. He didn’t need a pontoon!”

The Great Rebellion

PHOTO PROMPT © David Stewart

“Tonight’s the night!” stated Pig. Ready for slaughter, he was determined.

“But what about–” Hen tried to interject some reason.

“NO BUTTS! Especially not mine,” roared Pig. “They want to SMOKE my butt!”

Cow chimed in: “I’m happy here. All they take from me is milk.”

“TREASON!” roared Pig. “Just stay in the dark shadows.”

Rooster crowed, “You’re too big to stay in the shadows.”

Pig prevailed, though, and he pushed against the barn door until it broke. Lamb followed, along with Hen and her chicks. Duck and Goose were close behind.

Unmoving, Bull thought, “Stupid Pig. Already dead meat!”

Follow the RULES!


“Who left that water bottle on the food counter?” The Boss swelled with fury. Customers suddenly went silent, eyes downcast.

“Someone has used it! The water level shows that! All of this food must go NOW!” The Boss used his arm to sweep every bowl onto the floor, destroying pounds of food. “Follow the RULES!” he screamed, stomping away in fury.

Dae-jung bent down to begin the cleanup, thankful he still had a job.

“I’d like to MAKE the rules,” he muttered.

Perfect Vacation

Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

They drove to the same island, checked into the same hotel. Had dinner together, slept in the same room.

But the next morning, they each dressed appropriately for their day, kissed goodbye, and went happily on their separate ways.

He rented a bicycle, took plenty of water and food for lunch, and zipped off to see whatever he could.

She toted her beach gear to the sand: An umbrella, a blanket, water, nibbles, and BOOKS! Huge sunglasses and a visored hat gave her isolation. No interruptions, no conversation. She read, dozed, gazed all day.

Reunited, they enjoyed dinner.

A Project

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

The neighborhood kids were always looking for something new to do. When they spotted the ratty-looking shelves and stools put out for the trash haulers, they went to work.

It took most of the morning to set everything up. Then they found rags and wiped the dust off. They scurried to their various homes and came back loaded with sandwiches, bags of chips, and various drinks and plastic cups.

Soon, people came and bought a sandwich, a drink, and a cookie.

The kids raked in a good haul. The next morning, garbage trucks took everything.

A Bloody Place

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

Two ghosts sat on the wall beside the keep. They were silent for a very long time.

Finally, the one who knew William the Conqueror in 1066 sighed. “Twas a bloody place, indeed.”

The one dressed in armor from another century said, “Did you die here?”

“Aye. A spear right through my heart, Vultures picked my carcass clean. You?”

“Oh, aye. Took my head clean off, they did. I rotted, over time. Never buried.”

Both soldiers sighed. The older finally said, shaking his head, “All for naught. Look at them down there. Oblivious.”

“Aye, But peaceful.”

Green Gone

PHOTO PROMPT © Bill Reynolds

There was very little green in the greenhouse.

Desolate. Dry. Barren. Unwelcoming.

Like his life, once the water of her love was removed. It had been she who kept the greenhouse going. She lovingly tended every plant, every sprig. Life thrived under her hands.

So had his life thrived, when she was there. Cancer took her. It took everything else, too. Her life had been joy. Now, his was a desert.

Would the rain ever return? Would he wither and die like all those plants?

He found it hard to care.