My category ‘Pictures & Stories’ are posts with me writing a fictional, creative short story about a picture.
No Response –
Geo had moved to the new city just a few months ago. As he walked down the street he thought that was him. But years had passed since their last encounter and it did not end as planned. He was standing there reading the paper, minding his own business. Geo wanted to stop, but the years had passed; did that time heal the wounds?
Would he still hold hard feelings?
Geo had to take the chance, it may not come again.
As Geo walked toward him, he did not move, and gave no sign that anyone was approaching. Geo placed his hand on his should and the chatting began.
My category ‘Pictures & Stories’ are posts with me writing a fictional, creative short story about a picture.
boat slip –
He informed her: ‘I told you this would be a lost cause!’
She responded: ‘Well, what can I say; this is the address they gave me.’
They both were distraught and tiredness was wearing them down.
The address was correct, it was the correct marina, but what was the boat slip number? There should have been more information given to them at the time, but nobody offered the information they needed. The slip number was needed and no one knew it. As they walked amongst the boats, they knew their efforts would be futile.
He again informed her: ‘We need the boat slip. I told you this would be a lost cause!’
She responded: ‘Yes dear, I know that. Now let’s go!’
My husband is a singer/songwriter incognito… (he even sings one I wrote! *gasp*)… Still, as an avid music lover, and having a freakishly weird unintentional skill (yes, even commercials!) for remembering notes, chords, and lyrics… he plays covers now and again.
You know…Those favorite songs that speak to him.
One of the songs he plays and sings is by Sun Volt, called “Windfall” on acoustic guitar. (I tried to get him to let me record him… to no avail… sorry! But, I have evil plans for the future… stay tuned… )
Anyways… Quite literally, every time I hear him play this song… I think of the blogger ‘Spearfruit’… (Terry), dealing with some pretty heavy sh*t these days…
I can’t explain why… like I said, but when I hear it, I think of him.
I can say with certainty; I immediately wish him well and healthy…
I left a comment appreciating the mention and wanted to respond also in a post –
I am always touched when I am mentioned in another blogger’s post – as I consider myself no different than anyone else.
So, what makes my life more special than others? Well nothing really. The difference is this is my life that I am writing about.
I visited Son Volt’s website and read their BIO page.
Their BIO seems familiar to my life and me; here are some excerpts –
“There are only two kinds of songs,” Townes Van Zandt said, well before he died. “There’s the blues, and there’s zip-a-dee-doo-dah.” The new Son Volt album is titled Notes of Blue.
… “For years I’ve been drawn to the passion, common struggle and possibility for redemption that’s always been a part of the blues. Everyone has to pay the rent and get along with their significant others, so many of the themes are universal. For me, the blues fills that void that’s there for religion, really. That’s the place I turn to be lifted up.”
Why does this song and this group remind tciggs of me? Maybe the answer is in some lyrics –
Now and then it keeps you running
It never seems to die
The trail’s spent with fear
Not enough living on the outside
Never seem to get far enough
Staying in between the lines
Hold on to what you can
Waiting for the end
Not knowing when
May the wind take your troubles away
May the wind take your troubles away
Both feet on the floor, two hands on the wheel,
May the wind take your troubles away
Trying to make it far enough, to the next time zone
My category ‘Pictures & Stories’ are posts with me writing a fictional, creative short story about a picture.
all is not lost –
The gentle crashing of the waves against the rocks brought a feeling of comfort. The days were long and the nights even longer, but when the sun was full, the waves would again brush the landscape that was now his home.
The time alone brought solitude and the knowing of the unknown future brought a sense on insanity.
Who would know he is here?
Would efforts be made to save him from his paradise?
It wasn’t that far, for the distance exposed the civilization.
But still no one knew he was there.
But the waves that filled his days, were there once again as a gentle reminder that all is not lost.
My category ‘Pictures & Stories’ are posts with me writing a fictional, creative short story about a picture.
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.
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