Mish is hosting dVerse Quadrille this week and has beckoned us with the prompt of “peel.” Late winter in the Black Hills with spring just around the corner is all about change, peeling back the layers of winter snow to catch a glimpse of the promise of warmer days to come.
Peel Back the Layers
Slither out of yesterday’s dream peel back the layers and start again like a snake whose skin has grown too tight peel back the layers of the inevitable march of time peel back the layers one by one learning to walk before we run
Kim from Writing in North Norfolk, hosts Prosery, when we are asked to write a very short piece of prose that tells a story, with a beginning, a middle and an end, in any genre of our choice.
As it’s flash fiction, we have a limit of 144 words; an additional challenge is to hit 144 exactly. The special thing about Prosery is that we give you a complete line from a poem, which must be included somewhere in your story, within the 144-word limit. Our line is“There are moments caught between heartbeats“
MOMENTS
There are moments, and then there are moments. There are moments that make you and moments that break you. For a Warrioress of the Way, there are moments caught between heartbeats, like the space between raindrops filled with nothing and everything at the same time. Chalize stood in that moment, silent rain falling yet dry, heart beating but not yet. Her senses beheld her world in crystalline perfection, the glint of the sun on moonstone, the cool hardness of steel beneath her hand, the crunching leaves of steps approaching. Choices to be made, to fight or flee, to live or die. For a Warrioress of the Way life was difficult. Out here away from the temple though it seemed so very precious. In that moment, Chalize made her choice to live a moment more, fight another day. In that moment she turned and ran.
From my window I can see a rooftop garden crisp and clean the city stretches out below the sky alight with morning’s glow and people rushing to and fro
Amongst the fog and soot and grime they seem to get along just fine with problems city dwellers share but life goes on as I sit and stare longing for a single breath of air
You have brains in your head and feet in your shoes, you can steer yourself in any direction you choose ~Dr. Seuss
So having had my business trip pulled out from under me, I’ve decided to makes some different plans, sounds like vacation time to me. 😉 “Good times, riches, and son of a B****s, I’ve seen more than I can recall.”
A stone lantern at the entrance to a garden Kyoto, Japan snapped with my phone
For Ludwig’s Monday Windows project wee-bity windows light the way
A stone lantern stands a lonely sentinel silently lighting the path
for wayward travelers, pilgrims and seekers rich with moss and the patina of ages how long has it guarded this woodland path and who lights it?
I love a good music challenge and this topic hit me right where I live so let’s have a bash shall we.
Run Molly Run is an adaptation by the Kingston Trio of an old folksong originally “Molly and Tenbrooks (or Ten Broeck)” with a plot variation and very different feel to the song. I’ve always preferred the Kingston Trio’s version, probably because the old grey mare beats the young stallion and, hey I freely admit to a certain bias for old ladies. 😉
Race of Life
Life is like a race when all is said and done it matters not if you win or lose but how well the race was run
Run Molly Run – Kingston Trio
Run Molly Run
Run Molly, run (oh, Molly). Run Molly, run. Long John’s gonna beat you, beneath the shinin’ sun. Long John was the youngest horse and Molly was the old.
Molly was an old grey mare and he was a stallion bold, oh, Lordy, he was a stallion bold. Long John said to Molly, “You’re runnin’ your last race
‘Cause when I turn my head around I’m gonna see your face, old gal, I’m gonna see your face.” Molly said to Long John, “Don’t take me for a fool.
If you didn’t cut your ears and tail, I’d think you were a mule (Yeah!) I’d think you were a mule.” Long John, he got mad, oh, Lord, and shook his woolly mane.
“Last time that I run, old girl, I beat the Memphis train. I beat the Memphis train.” Run Molly, run (oh, Molly). Run Molly, run. Long John’s gonna beat you, beneath the shinin’ sun. See them waitin’ on the track. The man, he hollered, “Go!”
Long John runnin’ fast, Lord, Molly runnin’ slow. Molly runnin’ slow. Long John said to Molly, “Take a last look at the sky.
‘Cause baby when I pass you by, my dust’s gonna blind your eye, oh, Lord, my dust’s gonna blind your eye.” Run, Molly, run. Look out for the turn, oh, Lordy, Lordy, here she comes! Long John beatin’ Molly. Wait, what do I see?
Molly passin’ Long John. Molly runnin’ free, oh, Lordy, Molly runnin’ free. Run Molly, run (oh Molly). Run Molly, run. Put old Long John out to stud and let old Molly run!
For Maria Antonia’s 2020picoftheweekchallenge, my prompt this week is “It’s Time”
It’s Time
“It’s Time” they say the moments march by in a runic sort of rhyme each filled with a kind of mysterious portent of times that once were moments that are and some things that have not yet been
Hands move ’round the clock face moving at a snail’s pace while I sit and wait and pray for grace what comes next none may say but silently I ask for just one more day
Yesterday was crazy, I mean all day at doctors, pharmacies, running around, getting home half hour before dinner kind of crazy. So for today, I shall keep in mind the sage wisdom of an unknown artist
found on pinterest – author unknown
“Always remember that, nine times out of ten, you probably aren’t having a full-on nervous breakdown — you just need a cup of tea and a biscuit.”
