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.
My category ‘Pictures & Stories’ are posts with me writing a fictional, creative short story about a picture.
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.
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.
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.
"Life is a series of highs and lows. Be grateful for the highs. Be graceful in the lows. Enjoy life fully and find contentment in your Middle Ground" Val Boyko
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