Adventure, Short Story, Theme Prompt, Writing Prompts

The Smell Of Rain

Written for Muse on Monday where David
asks us to write a story where an animal
is a key character. Here’s my take,

a gift for Colette’s 6th birthday.

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Poem, Word Challenge, Daisy Chain

Underfoot: A Daisy Chain Poem

Written for Gerry & Sue’s Weekly Prompts
Weekend Challenge
using the word β€˜squish’.
Here’s where the prompt took me.

In a Daisy Chain poem, the last word in a line
becomes the first word of the next line and on to end;
the last word of the chain is the same as the first word.

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Mystery, Noir, Short Story, Word Challenge, Wordle

Bleeker Street: A Dirk Malone Story

Written for Sunday Whirl Wordle – #738. Our host
is Brenda Warren; her prompt words for this week
are shown below.  Here’s where the prompts took me.

fringe, resonance, frill, spin, swimming, images,
fit, spill, trip, reflect, layer, and lingering

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Limerick, Poem

All Aboard!

Written for Esther’s Laughing Along
With A Limerick #252
. The prompt
word is β€˜crazy’. This is my limerick.

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Poem

When The Storm Rolls In

Written for Esther’s Writing Prompts #80
incorporating the word β€œstrike”, and for the

image from Mark @ Today’s Writing Practice.
Here’s where the prompts led me.

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Limerick, Poem

Rainy Night

Written for Esther’s Laughing Along
With A Limerick #243
. Using the prompt
word  β€˜touch’, this is my limerick.

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Cinquain, Poem

Promise Of Rain

Written for American Style
Cinquain
. Our inspiration is
β€œboom”. This is my Cinquain.

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Flash, Very Short Story

IdΓ©e Fixe

Written for Sue & Gerry’s Weekly Prompts
Weekend Challenge
using the word
β€œobsession”. This is my take.

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Music Blog

It’s All About The Rain

Written for  Jim Adams’ Song Lyric Sunday post
entitled ‘World Meteorological Day’

and the theme of β€˜weather conditions’.
Here’s my response to this week’s challenge.

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Uncategorized

PAINT IT BLACK

It is raining; Little Joseph, only four years old, is riding in the back of a big black car, his mother Carla by his side, following a long, flower-covered car and Mommy said Daddy’s in that car but Joseph can’t see him.

Their car stops and other cars arrive, depositing crying people dressed in black who follow some men carrying a long black box into a grassy field as Joseph wonders β€˜Is this a picnic?’ but then the men lower the box into a large hole in the ground and Mommy tells Joseph to β€œsay goodbye to Daddy.”

Joseph is confused but follows her lead, tossing a flower into the hole and returns to the car where Carla lights a cigarette, smiles and tells Joseph Daddy won’t be coming back; this makes Joseph feel so very sad – he can’t understand why Daddy would leave without saying goodbye – so he looks out the window and waves bye-bye with his little hand.

It is raining again and Joseph wants Mommy to play with him but she says β€œNo … I’m busy on the phone” so little Joseph goes exploring in the cellar where there are lots of boxes … great for climbing and building; Joseph spots a small box among the big ones and decides it’s perfect for the top of his fort and just as he’s placing it on the tippy top, it slips from his hands, scattering torn photos of Daddy and newspaper clippings, too, but he can only read a few words – β€˜BOAT’ … β€˜LOST’ … β€˜ROMANO’ – his surname; Joseph doesn’t understand any of it but he instinctively knows Mommy would be mad at him so he puts the box back where he found it and goes upstairs. 

It is still raining but Joseph hears laughter outside and from the window he can see Mommy and a man kissing under a tree; the man takes a suitcase from his car and he and Mommy run to the house, throwing open the door, dripping wet, still laughing and Joseph thinks it’s all very strange for grown-ups to act this way.

Carla looks at Joseph and scolds, β€œNaughty boy! Don’t you know it’s rude to stare?” but Joseph just stands there, looking at them; β€œWell, silly goose”, purrs Mommy, β€œSay hello to my friend … he’s your Daddy now.” and they run up the stairs laughing, hugging and kissing, leaving Joseph alone in the hallway so melancholy and wondering if it will ever stop raining.

NAR Β© 2023

Reprised, reworked and rewritten from a 2018 piece
[because I lost track of time and forgot to write a new one].
It’s a 6, don’t you know! Punctuation be damned!

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