Flashback Friday – Spring Green

Here we are with Friday Flashback … again. I mean seriously, it’s Friday? Again? Already? Man my Daddy was NOT kidding when he said “once you’re over the hill, you pick up speed.” Fandango’s Flashback Friday aims to reintroduce some earlier works. So here is a wee bit of micro-fiction from June 17, 2021, originally written in response to Crimson’s Creative Challenge # 136

Parched

The clouds gathered dark that day, blotting out the sun. Dark and ominous with jagged edges, holding the promise for rain. Xere paused, savoring the cool shade. Desiccated earth beneath her feet cracked and crumbled, as her lungs cried out for moisture. No storm came to quench earth or skin. No rain fell that day, or any day since.

Til next time ~Stay Trippy Hippies ~JP

In the Greenhouse – a Crimson Creative Challenge

For Crimson’s Creative Challenge

In the Greenhouse

Farren ambled through the forest aimlessly, her ears still ringing from the mortar fire. She shook her head again trying to clear her mind, when abruptly she came upon a dilapidated building. An old greenhouse, long abandoned being reclaimed by the forest. Well, maybe there would be something edible to salvage, food was scarce. She was so sick of this bloody war, front lines constantly changing, attacks and counter attacks making it impossible to stay put for even a single season. Fought over some point so obscure, neither civilian or soldier could remember what they fought for. She parted the densly overgrown plants and saw a number of yellow fruit hanging from a branch. She grabbed one and bit in. It was sweet and the liquid cooled her parched throat. Greedily, she reached for another. That’s when she noticed the blue glow.

Word count 142

Til next time ~see ya later alligator ~JP

The Lone Sentinel – a Crimson Creative Challenge

For Crimsons Creative Challenge # 167 come join in the fun.

The Lone Sentinel

He had been tasked with protecting the old enchanted forest by the Lady of the Woods herself. To protect this one stand of trees. The years turned to decades and the forest thrived. But then man came with his machines and his fire and the forest fell. Still Kratos stood, a burned and dying stump, guarding the ground. Until the carver came. He stroked Kratos’ bark and cleaned the outer layers to reveal the beauty of his grain. Then the carver gently pulled away dead debris until he found the face of the guardian.

“There you are brave Sentinel,” the man said as he gazed on Kratos’ face. And he walked away, but he left Kratos a gift, magic portals for his eyes to see every intruder, friend or foe. He stands there still in quiet judgement of any who would try to further desecrate his lands.

Word count 147

Til next time ~Peace ~JP

Death by Jewelry – a Crimson Creative Challenge

Crimson’s Creative Challenge # 139

For Crimson’s Creative Challenge # 139

Death by Jewelry

Solanj sized up the path, deserted even at mid-day, this would do nicely. A lovely place for a gentleman to take a lady for a moonlight stroll. The symetrical trees and shrubs concealed many a covert alcove where lovers would be safe from prying eyes. A perfect place for the garroting of an evil aristocrat. Solanj fingered the gold ring on her hand, it’s cabochon stone concealing a poison dart. Her bracelet of lavender silk cord braided with strong silver wire wrapped easily around her dainty wrist, unrolled into an effective garrot. Solanj the most feared assassin of her age, never concealed a weapon. After all who would presume to question a lady’s jewelry.

word count 117

Til next time ~Stay Wild Moonchild ~JP

psssst – new moon in Cancer July 9-10

Parched – a Crimson Creative Challenge tiny tale

For Crimsons Creative Challenge # 136

Parched

The clouds gathered dark that day, blotting out the sun. Dark and ominous with jagged edges, holding the promise for rain. Xere paused, savoring the cool shade. Desiccated earth beneath her feet cracked and crumbled, as her lungs cried out for moisture. No storm came to quench earth or skin. No rain fell that day, or any day since.

Til next time ~Stay Wild Moonchild ~JP

Eyes That See – a Twittering Tale

TT 7.17.19

“Your aunt left you everything, including this,” he held a plastic bag, “said you’d know.”

Di gingerly accepted the bag containing her aunt’s eyes and dropped it into her purse. Di cast the spell to show her the last image from the eyes, her aunt’s killer. She screamed only once.

character count 279

for Kat’s Twittering Tuesday

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

Wine and Gossip – a Twittering Tale

TT 7.12.19

Gossip flowed more freely than wine amongst the friends.

“So what’s up with Ted and Sue?”

“She left him”

“Oh too bad.”

“That’s not all, he claims she cursed him, he can’t perform at all now.”

As tittering laughter filled the air, Sue walked in. “Never mess with a witch,” she smiled.

character count 278

For Kat’s Twittering Tales

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

Daddy’s Car – a Twittering Tale

TT 7.5.19

Daddy’s Car – a Twittering Tale

Di loved the old bucket, most of her free time was spent repairing whatever had gone wrong that week. Still, Dinocar was eclectic with a fun personality. Di left the garage humming softly but turned quickly when she heard the radio playing her late Dad’s favorite song. “Dad ?”

character count 278

For Kat’s Twittering Tales

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

Futility – a Twittering Tale

TT 6.20.19
Photo by Nathan Dumlao at Unsplash.com

Futility – a Twittering Tale

People scurry about
short meaningless lives
in search of diversions
but finding none

never stopping to notice
the sullen sound of a rainstorm
or the flower reaching for life
from a crack in the sidewalk

they see only the futility
I see a boy with his head
stuck in a railing
and I smile

character count 276

For Kat’s Twittering Tales

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

Fading Away – a Twittering Tale

TT 6.13.19

Fading Away – a Twittering Tale

Can you see me? Am I ghost to your eyes? I gave so much but kept nothing for myself and now I’m lost like a grieving child, unloved, unspoken. My heart and soul tissue paper thin like tattered confetti fluttering in a breeze. Bit by bit, I feel myself fading away. Can you see me?

character count 280

For Kat’s Twittering Tales

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP