Did That Just Happen?

PHOTO PROMPT © Krista Strutz

The majestic bird, comfortable in his own kingdom, eyed the human intruder. The human stared back, too surprised to blink. Neither of them moved a hair or a feather. Utter stillness prevailed. Not a fish jumped, not a bear moved. Even the mosquitoes stopped whining.

The eagle opened his beak and let out a terrifying scream as he opened his wings, stretching them wide, turning until he picked up a breeze. He flapped once and was off, soaring quickly to the heights.

The human shook himself and dipped his paddle, wondering, “Did that just happen?”

High Summer

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

“Ayup. Been a dickens of a summer, ain’t it?” Karl spit a stream of brown tobacco juice to the ground.

“Oh, you betcha. Hot, humid, and all this Covid crud. We thought it’d be all done by now.”

“Flatten the curve, yeah? “

“Phshaw! Such nonsense!”

The two old farmers stood quiet, leaning on the fence rail, watching the tractor maneuver the loaded hay wagon.

“Well. Keep good, yeah? Gotta go help. Horses gotta eat.”

“Ayup. Keep good. See ya!”

Cool Stuff

Image © Lisa Fox

Terry was beaming. “Linda, look at this. Boy, I’d love to get hold of it and clean it all up, get it running. . . .”

“But why? You already have a motorcycle, a whole lot newer and better-looking than that!”

“Humph. I can tell you’re not a true Biker Babe. It’s a Harley! It’s the mother of all motorcycles!”

“Uhuh.” Linda wandered to another area of the huge warehouse, full of antiques and, frankly, junk. But then she saw IT, and stopped in her tracks.

“Terry, look! It’s an original Singer sewing machine just like my Mom had!”

“Uhuh. Nice. We done?”

Timmy Can Fix it!


Timmy loved all things mechanical. He was the kid who took clocks apart–the old-fashioned kind, not the e-gadgets. Sometimes, when he put them back together, they worked!

He was soon repairing toasters, space heaters, and lawnmowers. As he came into his pre-teens, he had already gained fame in the neighborhood. Something broken? Timmy could fix it!

Then his interests turned toward engines of all kinds, especially car engines.

When his dad came home before he could get the engine together, Timmy went and hid in the woods until he figured Dad’s temper had cooled off.


I’m late by my own standards. I usually get these done on Wednesday. I’ve had a tough week with ongoing lumbar pain. Serious pain seriously saps one’s energy. Saw my pain doc on Tuesday, changed up my meds a bit, feeling like things have settled down a bit already. Anyway, the delay helped me with this one. I was stuck yesterday, but saw my story immediately when I looked at the picture again today 🙂

PHOTO PROMPT© Jennifer Pendergast

“See those eyes? Right next to each other!”

“You have a vivid imagination.”

“No, LOOK! It’s almost like there are eyeglasses!”

“You see animals in clouds, too, right?”

“Wait–oh no! L-l-look–the ice is breaking. . .”

“Oh puhleeze! It’s not frozen that deep. There’s a current.”

“I’m getting out of here! You’d better run!”

“Nope. Not afraid of monsters.”

And then a deep, rumbling, earth-shaking growl came from the the stream. “You should be afraid! The Ice Man cometh!”


PHOTO PROMPT© Roger Bultot

“You have a distorted view.”

“What’re you talking about? I’m just taking a selfie.”


“Well, that sure explains a lot,” said Joe, sarcasm clear in his tone.

“It’s in the name, Joe. Self is the center. Everything in the room is distorted around you.”

“I’m just sharing my place with my friends! What’s wrong with that?”

“Nothing. Just turn around and snap the room.”

“But–having myself in there shows the connection.”

“You have yourself in every single photo you post. It’s all about you.”

“I get tons of likes!”

“Right. All about you.”

Death to Life

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

The stump buzzed with activity. Full of insects and worms, and critters of all sorts feeding on those insects and worms, it provided a banquet of nutrition for the forest.

Rusty stared at it for a long time. Finally he turned to his dad and said, “But why was it cut down in the first place? Somebody killed it!”

“That’s possible,” his dad replied. “But it’s just as likely that it was cut because it was already diseased. Or just old, breaking down. Sometimes when things die, they provide life for lots of other important things.”

“Wash Me!”

PHOTO PROMPT © Russell Gayer

The hurricane wreaked havoc for miles and miles. Flooding affected millions of people, destroying homes and vehicles.

Jim’s big van survived, just barely. Once the floods receded, the van was left with filthy residue, covered with debris. The motor was fatally wounded. Insurance claims were taking months, even years, because of the numbers applying.

But that wasn’t enough. Soon, words were written in the muck: “Wash me, lazy pig!” and worse.

Jim set out buckets of soapy water and rags. He wrote “Help Me!” under the original message.

The vandalism stopped. The van got washed.

The Fall


I had stayed overnight at my daughter’s after babysitting late into the night. But I couldn’t rest.

Finally, around 5:30 or 6, I got up, dressed, and quietly left for home.

Our front door was open, but something was off kilter. I noticed the ladder lying flat in front of the garage. Panicked, I parked and ran into the house.

Terry sat in a straight chair with his left leg propped up on another. At the hospital, we learned he had crushed his heel bone.

That was the year of hurricane Sandy. A life-changing Fall.


(Every word is true–no fiction this week. That uprooted tree brought this memory back in an instant. Terry was 69 then, and he’s 78 now. The pain is unrelenting. If you have to climb a ladder, don’t do it when no one else is there to steady the ladder for you. A neighbor heard the clatter and came to see if she could help. We are so thankful that she was there for him until I got home. Isn’t it interesting how closely attuned we become in a long, GOOD marriage! I didn’t know why I was restless and unable to sleep. I just knew I needed to get home!)

The Eye

PHOTO PROMPT © Alicia Jamtaas

“No, LOOK! It’s on the upper right side of the picture. Plain as day!”

“Okay, Detective. Let’s say it’s an eye. So?”

“Does no one ever THINK around here? What does an eye do? It SEES!”

“Sees what, man? You’re going all woo-woo on me here!”

The detective sighed. “US, you idiot! No way for us to sneak up on the cabin, surprise the guy in there. The EYE sees us!”

The Chief looked down, then back up. “Okay, so we get rid of the eye. Then, we go in. All right?”

“Yeah. Yeah, okay. HOW?”