The Bag Lady

ominous

baleful dark clouding

storm vision

–

foreboding presence

a storm’s menacing warning

gruff cloudy specter

thunder and lightning not far

creatures scurry at the sight

***

I chose to think of it as clouds.

SenHai Saturday #16

Joe and friends met at their secret hideout under Joe’s porch. This day the highly important topic was Julie Smith’s new clothes. Julie, also ten years old, was a grownup beauty for her age. Her attire was often the topic of the boys’ conversations. Julie wore her new fashionable poodle skirt with a flared petticoat to school and was unintentionally indiscreet on the swing set.

Joe’s mom was sitting on the porch, overheard the boys. Later, pretending to be on the phone, said, “why, no, my boys would never!”

***

Weekend Writing Prompt #432 – Eavesdrop

History is repeating itself in USA.

***

Saturday Six Word Story Prompt (6WSP) #150 – Sep 6, 2025

***

Water is very important to me since I have kidney disease. I use glass bottles with secure caps and fill with water from the tap and put in my fridge. It’s rare I drink anything but a cup of coffee in the morning and water the rest of the day. I have an open shower with a bench and enjoy a warm shower but have no tub. I can’t get into and out of one. The showering sitting on a bench is not ideal, but necessary. In younger days I loved swimming, waterskiing, and wading in brooks. Today I would love to just sit by a stream and listen to the bubbly water.

***

Fondness for Water

https://mymindmappings.com/category/friday-flashback/

Hotel? No way, too expensive! Camping? Okay. The night was coming fast. Sweaty, hot and tired, the tent was finally set up. The blow up bed topped with sheet and blankets was a respite, until about one in the morning. We were flat on the cold tent floor, freezing. Deflated rubber beneath us lent no heat. So hotel? You betcha!

***

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Sept. 6, 2025

Sue was frazzled as the county fair date approached. She entered roses in the flower competition, even won a medal one year, so doted on her rose garden ever since. Suddenly she heard a rain storm come with hail! Charging outside, saw her babied rose looking like a prune.

***

Can You Tell A Story In…

I am angry in defiance of our current administration, and in awe of the unlawful actions of our president. I am longing for congress to listen to their constituents and do something!

***

Reena’s Xploration Challenge #397

Scurry

Autumn leaves

Crossing the sidewalks

Avoiding the coming mower

Escaped

–

Tall grass

Still showing green

Shudder at mower’s whine

We never liked the crew cut look

Just trimmed

–

MTB: cinquains revisited

Being in my element these days, and pardon me, but I find myself writing “these days” frequently. I guess it shows what element I’m really in – old! I don’t like to think it, but as I struggle to say a word I know, and will finally come to me in a few moments, I think, yup, old. And the older I get I feel more nostalgic for younger days, chasing my children in the park, and having family still alive, like my three older sisters. I get emotional too easily, an element I have been stuck with my entire life. I consider myself lucky to be able to blog and have my writings express what I hesitate to say out loud.

***

Writing Prompts