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Weekend Writing Prompt 29

She was almost moonstruck, watching the light sparkling on the water. This ragtag journey was even more than she hoped for. Swishing her hand through the salt water, she wished the boat would carry her on forever. She had read of catching the wanderlust of the sea and now she knew it was true.

He kept hoisting the sail. They would be clear of the lighthouse beam soon enough. Their adventure was about to begin.

Movie Monday

The African Queen

After religious spinster’s (Katharine Hepburn) missionary brother is killed in WWI Africa, dissolute steamer captain (Humphrey Bogart) offers her safe passage. She’s not satisfied so she persuades him to destroy a German gunboat. The two spend most of their time fighting with each other rather than the Germans. Time alone on the river leads to love.

Release date: February 20, 1952 (USA)

Director: John Huston

Story by: C. S. Forester

Screenplay: John Huston, James Agee, Peter Viertel, John Collier

Awards: Academy Award for Best Actor

MLMM Tale Weaver – Unlikely Conversations

“Hey little man, who do you think you are? You will never win, I can squash you like a bug!” His breath practically blew the boy off the ground he was standing on. He was standing straight up, trying to appear taller. Of course that didn’t fool the huge giant in front of him. The boy David was petrified, but remained stalwart.

Goliath was not the brightest soldier in the group, certainly over confident, being at least ten feet tall. He believed no one could ever defeat him. “So, boy, why have you come? You should go back and warn the others. I’m going to kill you all!”

“I am not running back. I am here to defeat you! Just because I am much smaller, I am wise.”

The giant laughed, saying, “Do your worst, I’ll wait”. David pulled back the sack holding a large stone and hurled it towards the giant. The stone hit the bigger man on the forehead and knocked him down, permanently.

Never underestimate the power of the Brave.

Bad Day at Black Rock or how I spent my Friday

Yesterday was one of those “terrible, horrible, no good, very bad days” or as I usually call them, “bad day at black rock”. The first referring to the children’s book:

“Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day”, published in 1972, is an ALA Notable Children’s Book written by Judith Viorst and illustrated by Ray Cruz.

And the second to an old Spencer Tracy movie I’ve always liked. Yes, it was one of those. Started out well, I got up early, looking forward to my UPS delivery they emailed me about, a shipment of my favorite, Macintosh apples from upstate New York. I grew up with this apple in Vermont and since moving away fifty years ago, have not found them again. This year I decided to give myself an early Christmas gift. I was checking my email to find the package had been delivered. What? I was ready to receive it early, left a special note on the door to UPS saying to knock and I’d be there in a minute, etc.

I won’t go into every detail but between calling UPS and my apartment complex office let’s just say my frustration level was up to the boiling over point. And then I had a small tiff with a Blogger. Shall I add the weather? Rain and wind? Well you get it….

My faith in humanity restored late afternoon as Patrick, a maintenance man who has helped me a few times, showed up at the door with my apples. Patrick is one of those super nice guys you get to meet once in a while. Last time I called on him was to rescue me, stuck in ice and snow on my way to get my mail when my scooter just stopped dead. Luckily I always carry my phone. The poor man loaded me and the scooter onto the maintenance vehicle and then pushed me on the scooter into my apartment. See, there are a lot of selfless people out there and when he showed up with the apples… he was in the office when they happened to be discussing my irate phone call, ahem, and overheard them complaining about my complaint. It’s started again already, UPS dumping all packages in the office instead of attempting to deliver to the actual people.

So that was part of the bad day at black rock….you’ve got to love these old trailers…😊

SoCS November 18, 2017

Psst! Not exactly a sound you want to hear from a gas stove, or a fuse box, or an unlit fireplace, but hey, if you do hear it, call one of these guys! Their job is to keep you safe. And if one of those psst sounds does ignite, look at those smiles

They’ll be happy to help.

The guy on the right – I know him well, oldest grandson! 👍🏻💕💞💗💓👨🏻‍🚒

Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction – Mesh

She was tall, he was short, she skinny, he fat. . .you get the picture. However, love truly is blind. They met commenting on a Twitter post, both agreeing about what was said. He was extremely witty and she thought he was fun. So began their tweeting relationship.

It wasn’t long before they fell in love, as much as you can on an electronic screen anyway. They texted, emailed and talked a bit through Skype, basically fell in love by facial expressions. They decided to meet “for real”.

Anxiously awaiting an actual meeting, they discovered two opposites mesh together well.

November 16: Flash Fiction Challenge