Most dreams I’ve had did not come true. Thank God most of them didn’t too.
Linked to Linda G. Hill’s One-Liner Wednesday.
One-Liner Wednesday – The Variety of Dreaming
Category: Photography
Collage
The ocean water's not all blue. The prairie's not all green. What's in between is what I've seen And what I trust is true.
Linked to Cosmic Photo Challenge where Dale offers the theme of “collages”.
Also liked to Trent P. McDonald’s The Weekly Smile. The phlox and tiger lilies were at their peak in Vince’s yard so we celebrated the day by watching the butterflies, bees and whatever came by to enjoy his yard which brought smiles.
Sunday Walk
Keep back nothing. Nothing that you have not given away will ever be really yours. Nothing in you that has not died will ever be raised from the dead. Look for yourself, and you will find in the long run only hatred, loneliness, despair, rage, ruin, and decay. But look for Christ and you will find Him, and with Him everything else thrown in.
C.S. Lewis, Mere Christianity, at the very end
Lava Hot
When twelve Brett told his aunt that chickens were dinosaurs. She laughed. What a stupid kid.
Brett’s mind was lava hot, hot enough to melt chaos into understanding. After reading that chickens were dinosaurs he looked at the hens in the chicken house who’d peck when he reached for the eggs they were sitting on differently.
True, they were smaller. True, they had feathers. True, they didn’t really run like Tyrannosaurus Rex.
When seventy another nugget of reality melted in his ever hot lava lamp of understanding. What if his old aunt was right? What if they weren’t dinosaurs?
Linked to Carrot Ranch’s August 6th Flash Fiction Challenge. Charli Mills offers the theme of molten lava, real or metaphoric, for the 99-word stories.
Prize
What’s tentative fell to the ground, But reason helped it stay afloat. The words came choking on the throat. The premises felt less than sound. Defeated, dropped but then re-found Where will this walk in circles go? It leads to home. We didn't know The autumn prairie took the prize On blooms that mirrored sunny skies. So likewise seek what you would show.
Linked to Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge where the rhyme word “prize” is to appear in the d lines. The rhyme pattern for this 10-line form is abbaaccddc.
Turning
Jim knew that random stuff couldn’t all be his fault. Some of it was bad luck. And as for the rest, he intended to get even with Mark and his girlfriend Denise for dodging their involvement by witnessing against him.
The judge sentenced him to thirty years saying that at Jim’s age that would give him a good chunk of the rest of his life to think it over and give the community respite from his stony heart.
After two of those decades Jim was surprised to hear that first Mark and later Denise both died from natural causes. In his own last years he forgot all about luck and wished he could have seen either of them once again to tell them how sorry he was for wasting their lives.
Linked to GirlieOnTheEdge’s Six Sentence Story with the prompt word “random”.
One-Liner Wednesday – Yesterday
If I only knew I should have done what I didn’t do the day before.
Linked to Linda G. Hill’s One-Liner Wednesday.
Surrealism
Cloudy contrast floating past Even what’s so wild won’t last.
Linked to Cosmic Photo Challenge where Dale offers the theme of “surrealism”. The white funnel-shaped cloud was from a jet that passed by some time ago. The dark cloud held the coming rain. Together their contrast seemed to me surreal.
Also linked to Trent P. McDonald’s The Weekly Smile. Finding out that the mystery bug was a hawk moth or a hummingbird moth put a smile on my face. Also I was amazed at the quantity of wildflowers in the forest preserve yesterday when walking one of the trails.
Stacking Stones
Nature does a grander job. What we made was mindful. Besides that wasn’t why we piled stones on top of one another. We were testing each other’s patience.
I failed the test and let her set the last stone, her crowning glory, on top. They didn’t fall and so per agreement she left.
I would have told you about the arguments, but I’ve forgotten them. I only remember where we set those stones. It was out of the way. A decade later I came back. I looked everywhere.
Nature let us take our turn then washed it all away.
Linked to Charli Mills’ July 30th: Flash Fiction Challenge to write a 99-word story using the phrase “her crowning glory”. Although the story mentions “I”, it is not autobiographical.
Grow
I wasn’t there to plant this spring. The morning glories didn’t care. They’re back again off climbing where I left some soil. No watering But they still rose. It’s comforting That when I fail they ever grow Although forgotten. Watch them show Their bright green leaves each like a heart. I see the buds break out and start To bloom again. There! Off they go.
Linked to Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challege with the rhyme word “grow” in the c position of the rhyme scheme, abbaaccddc.
