W3 – Belonging

growing up shy
pie was in the sky
berries all sweet
hearing bird tweets
walks in the woods
making dams in the brook
as to the future not even a look
my destiny was as my sisters’
wanted marriage and kids with no resistance
as I look back on years gone now
I think to myself and wonder how
the choices I made were fantasy fueled
a life not imagined and how it was ruled
but older still the regrets just small pools
and I observe new life in my family view
and realize I’m one of the privileged few.

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W3 Prompt #105: Wea’ve Written Weekly

Fandango’s Story Starter

This week’s Story Starter teaser is:

With a sudden rush of panic, I realized I had no idea where I was.

The woods surrounding me were creepy, dark and menacing. The tree branches seemed to be surrounding me and I swear a couple of branches were moving! There was no wind, only a dank, musty smell of rot and decay. I looked down to see blackened leaves, damp and moldy. My feet seemed covered in them although my pant legs were dry. I looked up to see straggly black crows sitting in rows on ugly bare snaggly branches—seemed like hundreds of them!

My shirt was torn a bit from one of the pointy branches and I was starting to chill, but my main concern was trying to move my feet. I tried lifting them and like quicksand the other foot sank deeper. I’ll just grab a branch and pull myself out of this quagmire, but reaching up found them slimy and too slippery to hold on to.

I started to panic a little, but thought, I’m a grown man for Pete’s sake, I’m just in the woods, I grew up with woods, I can certainly get myself out of here. I reached in my pocket for my handkerchief and used it to cover a section of a low branch to pull myself up. It worked well and I got one foot out of the leaves and then saw a log to put my other one on so to have something solid under me. That also worked, I even smiled!

I looked around for some light to get out of these woods to a clearing. There was a tiny section where I could see through to open land. Looking around I spied a few large rocks and jumped from one to another till I was on solid dry ground. I glanced back to the dark trees and felt relief but still didn’t know exactly where I was. As I turned to the trees a stick tree like figure stood out from the rest and I think it was laughing. Or it could have been the wind that started to pick up.

My cel phone chimed and it was my wife wondering where I was. I said I don’t know! She said, “check google maps, it will tell you. Aren’t you in your car? It has GPS, too. Honestly Frank, you’d lose your head if it wasn’t attached!”

I of course, saw where I was and even my car seemed to suddenly appear up on the roadside near me. I have no idea why I was clear down here. I walked up to my car, got in, locked the doors and felt saved, as if I had woken from a nightmare. Then I remembered why I had walked down to the woods…I had to relieve myself…oh my gosh, I had to pee and went to find a tree! Guess I won’t be doing that again. Frank turned on the car and quickly drove home.

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Fandango’s Story Starter #147

SYW 4-29-24

1.  Have you ever had a hangover? How old were you? No

2.  Was your favourite social gathering place a pub, club, or restaurant? Chinese Restaurant

3.  Which do you prefer to play: darts, pool/snooker, table football or a card game? Cards or board games

4.  Do you still meet up with your friends on a regular basis? No. We’ve moved away.

I am grateful to my family here that has helped me transition while having a bum leg and adjusting things at home.

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Sharing my World for 29th April

Sammiscribbles Weekend Writing Prompt

I have never been on a pilgrimage. I read in news reports of pilgrimages of very large amounts of people in groups, all striving for the same goal. I admire these people and the fact that some have a faith so strong it can take them to pursue nearly impossible journeys. That faith has endured for generations, and the pilgrimages.
I could never compare my trips to such an endeavor. I traveled a few hundred miles to visit my husband’s gravesite, but that was between him and me not a faith of mine.

Weekend Writing Prompt #361 – Pilgrimage

Six Sentence Story

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The weirdest thing that I experienced in the rehab hospital after giving myself a spiral fracture in my left leg was the constant question of “what is your pain level—rate it from one to ten, one being none and ten being the worst you’ve ever had”.

Okay I’m sitting there with the inside of my leg doing the chicken dance and not in a nice way, I didn’t want to appear a wimp so I said “a five”.

“A five/six meaning moderate or 7-10 meaning severe?” Okay, I pushed the buzzer to call them in because I’m in pain, not to play twenty questions. If it was just when I asked for help I didn’t mind, but every time they were to give me scheduled meds?

All in all I’d say a hospital is not a place to fudge your answer, if you’re in pain, say so.🙄😵‍💫😩

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Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt!