Picture Prompt – 203

She was so stressed, so depressed. He ignored her again. She hardly noticed the rain as it increased. She was walking aimlessly at first, then stopped in front of his home. Joe’s family home.  

Joe was married with children, but that didn’t stop her obsession over him. She first saw him in the local bar. She was determined to know who he was. She moved onto the stool near him, and introduced herself.  

Maureen had problems. Each time she wanted a relationship, something occurred, causing it to dissolve. It couldn’t always be her fault, she reasoned to herself. She just wanted to be close, tried hard at maintaining it, but she forgot it involved two people who want the same thing. Maureen would throw herself at a man she was attracted to, and it usually ended up badly.

Joe was a loving husband and father and seemed not to realize he’d fallen under Maureen’s radar. His family was gone for a couple of weeks and he was just stopping by for a drink after work. He missed his family and delayed going home to an empty house.  

He answered Maureen’s greeting at the bar and had a friendly conversation, he thought. He had a few more drinks before walking home. The next day he didn’t remember being overly friendly with Maureen. Apparently, she thought differently. Joe didn’t know Maureen began sneaking around and following him, finding out where he lived.

Three days later he did notice Maureen at the coffee shop on his way to work, and greeted her again. They didn’t engage in conversation and he left for the office. The very next day Maureen started calling him. At first he didn’t recognize her voice, but after a few more calls, he tried to fend her off. Not getting a result, he stopped answering calls from her number at all. He had not been in this situation before and was rather naive when it came to overly aggressive women.

This day Maureen was walking when it started to rain. She found herself at Joe’s address, and noticed a car in the driveway.  He was home.  Surely he would take her in from the rain, not knowing Joe’s family had arrived home. They were busy unpacking and chatting about their trip. 

Maureen went by the window. She saw the unpacked suitcase on the bureau. It suddenly came to her that his wife was back. She fell against the window in sorrow. She had lost again.  

https://allaboutwritingandmore.wordpress.com/2017/07/21/daily-picture-prompt-203/

Prompt 3057 – Doppelgänger 

I have not met my own doppelgänger, but I met my cousin’s in a strange way when I was about fourteen. A school project was to have a pen pal from another country. I picked a boy from Scotland. It was a great experience and lasted until he joined the Merchant Marines. When he sent a photo of himself, I was shocked. He looked exactly like my cousin Charles!

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Two Prompts in One:  R for Rhubarb and Pie

A wonderful treat, good for the heart

It looks like this at the start.

Picked and cleaned

From the garden gleaned.
          Next you see the uncooked plant

           Beautiful, I could rant

           The leaves you do not ingest

           Would cause your stomach much unrest

Above is one of my favorite treasures

Rhubarb pie sans strawberry measures

No need to fiddle adding fruit

Plain rhubarb pie is such a hoot!

Now you know my favorite treat

But this pie is quite unique
It’s not everyone’s “cup of tea”

That’s perfect, it means more for me!

https://rantingalong.wordpress.com/2017/07/21/99-word-prompt-american-pie/

 https://cathylynnbrooks.com/2017/07/21/alphabet-soup-challenge/

MLMM – First Line Friday – Dragons



Below the city’s cobblestones it shifted, restless and hungry. If you stepped very quietly, you could hear it.  That is, if you believed.

The fact is, you have to be a true believer, of myths and legends and creatures of fairytales.  Of course I am, thus I hear the restlessness of the lonely dragon below the street.  He resides in the depths of the sewers, only venturing out when the moon is waning.  Under the dimming light, he soars and then silently enters the nearby lake and refreshes himself. 

Once I saw him, and I was thrilled to know the fantastical tales were true. Reading them as a child, of course I believed, but as I grew older I could never accept they were only stories. Secretly, I refused to think they were only products of someone’s imagination.  And then as the moon was barely visible on a sleepless night, I saw him.  He was not a frightening  sight, but magical.  I followed him to the lake.  I wonder if he knew I was watching, that he fulfilled a dream.  A lesson in this, do not give up on your beliefs.



https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2017/07/21/first-line-friday-july-21st-2017/

Alphabet Soup Challenge  M – Money


Every once in a while a huge surprise comes your way.  It’s a miracle you may think, and are so happy it happened!  This week I received two such surprises, both in monetary form.  I have my daughter to thank for one and my sister, the one who visited me last fall, for the other.  I have to add that I spent a very long time today in conversation with another sister, and I was so happy about that, knowing she was all right.  So the day started well.

Then my grandson, the chauffeur, brought my mail and we had lunch together.  He’s been so busy with marching band and his job, we don’t see each other as much.  I am so grateful he takes the time to visit, and hugs, those are important!  I was relaxing, opening my mail and saw a letter from my sister, who never writes, never calls, but we sisters know that is just her way.  Hardly any of us sit down and mail handwritten letters anymore. 

The letter gave me an order:  Fix the rig, get on it, and go help those guys at the VA!  Now this sister is the funniest of us all.  At 87 her sense of humor has not changed. She had seven kids and is used to giving orders.  She knew I had been putting off having my scooter repaired because other expenses were more important.  When she visited last year she knew my situation, and I think she wanted to help.  What a dear sweet thing to do. Another reason I have been putting off getting the scooter was the accident I had the last time I used it.  I misjudged a bump, it turned over, I fell and broke a bone that connects my hip and leg.  Truthfully I never want to get on that thing again.

My dilemma is this.  Should I rip up the check?  I feel unworthy to accept it. I was so shocked I couldn’t call her today to even acknowledge receiving it.  I only get my mail every two weeks or so, partly because I don’t have the scooter to get it.  I admit I’ve been putting things off lately, staying home more.  I don’t know exactly why.  Maybe this is my push to get out,  interact with the veterans at the hospital.  My daughter has asked about the local senior center, but I don’t feel I’m ready for that. I cannot picture myself settling for that, not yet at least. Am I trying to deny my age or my abilities or lack of them?  Is it time to get off the fence and kick myself in the butt? 

I am in a rut. Ever have that feeling that you just can’t take a step forward?  It has been with me since January, and it’s starting to get on my nerves.  

https://cathylynnbrooks.com/2017/07/21/alphabet-soup-challenge/

Wordle #164 – Sweet Torture


I thought I could climb out of this sadness.  I tried to abdicate this relationship, once again.  It’s been so up and down, I feel the pangs of guilt, thinking this is my fault.  I am not the married one.  I am the lover, a figure of disgust and ridicule. I never thought I would be in this position, but I am dictated by my heart.

Four times we have been in this place, four times we have stopped, with broken hearts.  We wait, but seem compelled to try again.  If this was written as a play, it would be a tragedy.  Our love would perish, could not withstand another parting.  No matter how vague the solution, we can’t give up, as if  sipping nepenthe each time we think we can go on without the other. The pain of separation increases with each ending.

Our lives are sallow reminders of what we dream them, want them, to be, on the offhand chance, the fantasy, they might come true.  We can’t give in or give up.  Even though it is sweet torture, we stay. Then part again, try to live without each other, then reappear when one of us cannot stand the loneliness, the lovelessness, any longer.

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2017/07/17/wordle-164/

Writephoto – Mask

 
‘Twas a devil mask I bought

Not giving it a second thought

I love all of Halloween

In this mask I want to be seen

I donned it on that fateful night

Noticed something not quite right

It stayed on all night through

Even on the next day, too.

In fact I found it a useless task 

To rid myself of this devil mask.

I sought the owner of the store

He said no refunds, but I implored

Help I said, I can’t get this off

He turned away, heard him scoff-

Should have read the print so fine

“Once donned, you are mine”

I pleaded almost with a yelp

Please, I need some help!

He pushed a note into my palm

Then stood there, remaining calm

“Meet Me Midnight In The Alley

Then I’ll Tell You Of Your Tally”

I met the devil on that night

His burning fire was the sight

I asked him what was the price

To rid me of this mask device

The fire roared and took its toll

The mask was removed,  also my soul.

Thursday photo prompt – Mask #writephoto