The Request

My category ‘Pictures & Stories’ are posts with me writing a fictional, creative short story about a picture.

The Request

The Request –

‘Hey, can you hear me?’

‘I speak, but no one listens.’

‘I have this itch, and I am unable to reach it.  With my extremities buried I am unable to scratch it, can you help?’

As usual there was no response to the request.  As usual they would walk by, take photos and leave.  The request was never heard and the itch continued and additional requests were made in vain.  Sadness wore on the face as time continued and no response was received.  Suddenly out of nowhere, there was the relieve, the request would not go without a response.  It emerged out of the sand with a hand, the scratching would take place and the itch would be gone.

‘Oh, thank you my friend.’

‘Without you my days of agony would have continued.’

There was no response from that which had emerged out of the sand.

‘Hey, can you hear me?’

Sleepy Head

My category ‘Pictures & Stories’ are posts with me writing a fictional, creative short story about a picture.

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Sleepy Head –

I thought the conversation was good and full of interesting topics of discussion.  As we continued, the drinks were poured and consumed and laughter was filling the area as we were having a great time.  And then it happened, once again it happened.

It does not matter where or when or how or why; it just happens.  No matter sun or rain, cold or hot, the results are always the same.  I predicted it and then it became so.

So, what is the reason for the slumber, the sleepy head?

The loquacious BBQ guest

My category ‘Pictures & Stories’ are posts with me writing a fictional, creative short story about a picture.

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The loquacious BBQ guest –

The evening BBQ started with beer, wine or other beverages of choice and pleasant conversation amongst the guest.  As the sun begin its decent into the horizon and the beverages continued to flow, so did the conversations.  But there is always that one, you know the one that hogs the conversations and makes it all about themselves.  But, I can’t help it, I like to talk about me and my advocacy toward the destruction of those like me to aid in one’s appearance.   The belts, the handbags and really the shoes?  Please, do we really need to talk about the shoes?  So yes, the drinking continued and I kept the conversations about me and the others and you felt it was enough.  So, you have the audacity to call the authorities and have me arrested?  And then the unthinkable, the tape started and I became muffled….

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The day’s end

My category ‘Pictures & Stories’ are posts with me writing a fictional, creative short story about a picture.

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The day’s end –

At the sun’s set and the water’s calm.

A solitude of sorts was making its way amongst those and their efforts.

For the day’s end is fast approaching and another night fall will be upon them.

The results of the day’s events would be appreciated as their efforts would not be in vain.

At the sun’s set and the water’s calm.

They would retire and withdraw their crafts and rest before returning for another day.

Argent Match

My category ‘Pictures & Stories’ are posts with me writing a fictional, creative short story about a picture.

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Argent Match –

The chief meteorologist did not predict it, and the general population was surprised and alarmed.  The forecast was for clouds and rain and possible thunderstorms.  No one saw it coming and that day would be different from all others.  That day the method of forecasting the weather would change.

It started as an ordinary day and the forecast was the usual for that time of the year.  History was to dictate the day and all evidence was present – there were no questions.  The forecast was in place and the expectations set.

The day started as usual and expectations were met and the clouds gather in a mass of unknown certainty.  Then the change started and the meteorologists and others started their different views for the green sky.  The change in color was swift and the anecdotal signs could not be dispelled.

The weather preceded with the usual flare and burst of electrical fierceness and the skies began the outpouring of hail beyond believe.  Shelter of the unknowing was sought and upon the conclusion of the widest day in weather history, the result of unexpectant was viewed.

The ground was covered with the rare occurrence and history was made.  The argent match was equal to none – the population was surprised and alarmed.

Thimblerig

This past Monday, I had surgery.  Prior to the surgery, when I scheduled my posts for this week, I had no idea how my recovery would be going.  I felt I would need all week for some recovery before I would post about my status.  My plan is to update you on how I am feeling and the status of my recovery in the next few days.

For today,

My category ‘Pictures & Stories’ are posts with me writing a fictional, creative short story about a picture.

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Thimblerig –

The day had come for the big Thimblerig tournament and the participants were prepared for most anything.  The peas, small balls, shells, cups and bottle caps were brought with excitement as the contestants eagerly awaited their turn.  There was that one that always has something different and to the amazement of the other participants and audience, that something different would surprise them all.

That something different had them laying down their money for a return in profit to retire them all.

It was that one’s turn and the time had arrived that no one saw coming.

There was no sleight of hand or psychological tricks; only skill, mastery and a large crane.

The game ended and the swindle was cracked open wide with the “Sharp” moving quickly on to find new “Flats”.

The profit was no more and the crowd was stunned.

 

I will be in ICU for a couple of days and then the recovery begins.  

I appreciate everyone taking the time to stop by, read and leave many wonderful comments.  Due to my surgery and not knowing how I will be feeling; I am disabling the comments on my post today.  I need a few days of recovery and to grow accustom to the new me.  But know soon I will have comments enabled and I will be ready to respond to each one of them. 

Rumen

My category ‘Pictures & Stories’ are posts with me writing a fictional, creative short story about a picture.

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Rumen –

Mom, are you sure about this?

A course baby, I would not put you in harm’s way.

But mom, I do not see my friends doing this.

Baby trust me, they will be so jealous of you.

I am not wanting my friends to be jealous of me, mom!

Baby, if your friends are true friends, trust me they will understand.

I do not understand why you want me to do this mom.

It is for your best interest baby.

Mom, why do you call me baby, I am old enough to be a billy.

You will always be my baby.

Okay mom, but do I really have to do this?

Yes, baby, I mean billy you do, as you just indicated you are old enough.

And then it was heard, the loudest most disturbing burp that could come from a goat.

The French Kiss

My category ‘Pictures & Stories’ are posts with me writing a fictional, creative short story about a picture.

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The French Kiss –

Yes, yes, yes, I know it is odd that I would take time off to fly to France and be professionally trained.  But seriously, look at this face, who wouldn’t want to kiss me?

Yes, I know about the Mexican Kiss, but it is not as exciting as the French Kiss.

So off I went to France to be professionally trained.

The training was intense and involved many countless hours.

It paid off as I am now considered the world’s first Chihuahua trained in France.

But I do now have a tired lazy tongue.

Search

My category ‘Pictures & Stories’ are posts with me writing a fictional, creative short story about a picture.

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Search –

The search was on for what was to be the important find of the century.  What was it?

The search would change the world as we know and never again would it be the same.  Why was it important?

The search would be time consuming and required persistence.  When would it be found?

The search needed extra attention to detail.   Where is it?

The search resulted in a benefit for all.  What was it?