The Bag Lady

It was hard to avoid the tonal burgundy shimmer of her overcoat. She was so quick to make the journey she hadn’t thought she would stand out in the white. At the foot of the bridge she had warned him, “this is no game of Nintendo, it’s the real thing!” She let her vision sweep across the icy snow, hoping Sam would hurry along. She was anxious and excited, but could it be dangerous? She no longer cared, her curiosity took over and she was determined to find out what it was.

The virtue of the Facebook reporters, being who they were, Dedre knew better than to believe the hype. However, she and Sam had studied alien invasion theories, Area 51, UFO sightings, all of the unproven statements and articles, before. This was an entirely new and promising venture. The photographs were real; no faint, doctored black and white image, but an actual photograph in living color!

Sam reached the top of the bridge, stood by his coworker and shouted, “Eureka!” Sam was also a fan of the unknown, just not as ambitious as Dedre. Their mundane office jobs were rarely an invitation to greatness, but he viewed the phenomena with anticipation. “I didn’t really believe it until now! How close do you think we should get?”

Dedre was about to reply when a covey of helicopters appeared, surrounding them in a threatening manner. A voice from thin air shouted, “on your knees! You are in a restricted area!” With that announcement a few uniformed men dropped down from the vehicles and they were led out of the area in handcuffs.

The sun sinking down

Darkness sneaking to cover

The night is coming

RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #191 Sneak&Night

Good morning, afternoon and evening! And for you snoring, sorry to have missed you! Monday here in hugely windy, sunny, but cold Wyoming! Time for ceenphotography.com‘s Share Your World post with questions for you to answer. So greetings, people and please join in the fun! Here is a partial copy of her blog post:

1. I moved into a boarding house to be close to my work when I was 18. It was a fun, totally new experience and I met some good people. The owner was an older French lady I loved to hear talk. She was friendly, caring, and full of cheer. I had a room with a sink and shared a bathroom with four other people. It was fine.

2. It’s hard to pick a favorite smell. I think it would be Macintosh apples. There are a couple of candles that I love, one being a Yankee candle and then an Heirloom brand that make this scent come alive to me.

3. If I have to be in the cold I prefer the white beauty of snow. I loved it as a child when it drifted up to my second story bedroom window, tunneling in it, sledding, skating, everything. Living in a city now, I prefer lots of snow to cover everything till spring. Of course I don’t have to drive in it! ❄️🌨❄️🌦❄️

We celebrated two birthdays this week. A granddaughter turned twenty and a grandson turned fifteen. Time flies!❤️

http://ceenphotography.com/2018/03/05/share-your-world-march-5-2018/

“East or west, my nest is best” Dr. Seuss knew what he was talking about, great lessons with a terrific rhyme and humor.

I was born in the east.

At the very least

It was full of seasons

Not the only reason

I loved it there

Grew up without care.

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I left for the south

My New England mouth

Was misunderstood

Thought of as rude

Didn’t like their attitude

But I was the rube?

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I travelled north

And so forth

Found it a relief

No prejudice grief

That was years ago

Has it changed so?

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I’m now in the west

I must agree

With the bird above

It’s my favorite love

You will freeze

And you’ll melt

But when all is spelt

East or west

My nest is best.

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2018/03/03/saturday-mix-opposing-forces-3-march-2018/

I used to be mighty and strong.

I was admired for my height, sheltering leaves and wide spread branches.

Now I have fallen to nourish the earth from which I came.

https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2018/03/03/weekend-writing-prompt-44-fallen/

Not exactly a Tale weaved here, but traveling here was a wonderful experience for my family when the kids were small. My dad grew up around here in Wyoming and in South Dakota, Montana and Idaho.

Located 50 miles east of Mt. Rushmore and the Black Hills, Badlands National Park consists of 244,000 acres of sharply eroded buttes, pinnacles and spires blended with the largest, protected mixed grass prairie in the United States.

The Lakota people were the first to call this place “mako sica” or “land bad.” Extreme temperatures, lack of water, and the exposed rugged terrain led to this name. In the early 1900’s, French-Canadian fur trappers called it “les mauvais terres pour traverse,” or “bad lands to travel through.”Apr 10, 2015

Frequently Asked Questions – Badlands National Park (U.S. …

https://www.nps.gov › badl › faqs

For badlands to form, the land must be composed of alternating layers of hard and soft rocks and soil. When easily eroded material, such as clay or mud stone, is topped by more resistant material, such as sandstone, the harder horizontal layers offer some protection to the beds of soft deposits below.

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2018/03/01/tale-weaver-161-1st-march-2018-the-beauty-in-nature/

“Where were you?”

“Uh, overseeing the soccer practice”

“It’s winter! There’s no soccer!”

“It’s inside soccer, you know, down at the arena.”

“Who do you know that plays soccer?”

“Uh, the guy’s, you know, the guys…”

She looked her husband up and down, seeing a ruddy face, wrinkled pants, shirt partially tucked in, and those eyes, eyes full of guilt. “What guys?”

Time To Write: Sentence Starter 32 [Creative Writing Prompt]

Looking at this Prompt, the first thing that comes to mind, is….can you wait? Full of anticipation?

I’ve decided I must have watched a lot of television in the old days. I say this because commercial lingo comes immediately to mind, like today. And I use like way too much…bear with me..Never better than sung by Aaron Neville

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/fabric/

Life is messy. I should be grateful that it is, otherwise it would be boring.

I commented on a post by https://emotionsoflife2016.com, Writing #98. The subject was burning bridges and I spoke about regrets. We have been commenting back and forth and I started mulling over what I had said, about having no regrets. Then as it always does, guilt creeps in, overthinking which I’m prone to do, and over what, I wonder?

Before you call in the white coats, or care to read further…

I must have been born with the burden of guilt. Maybe it was the forties, after the war and before another began, that caused it. It didn’t matter what it was, if I just thought and never acted, or if someone else did it, I felt guilty. Now why this was I haven’t a clue. It was just a fact. Until I started thinking about the regrets issue, I had been pretty much guilt free for a few years. Of course I have regrets, about a lot of things, we all do. I think my no regrets response was about the last few years being by myself. Living alone you are responsible for yourself and there’s no need for regrets because it’s all up to you. There’s no one around to make you regret what you said or did. Does that make sense? Now don’t go thinking about that too much because it isn’t as obvious as you might think.

When I say life’s a mess, you can believe it is never boring, always a new happening around the corner, some you love, some you despise, and others just interesting.

Today the sun is shining, we’re getting a respite from cold for a couple of days, and the promise of ice and snow on Monday for the start of outside soccer season. So there it is, life.

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/messy/

This is so true, numbers five and six for me especially. So funny I had to share it! 👍🏻☺️