44 words: not a fire drill

great balls of fire

the fat’s hitting the fire

boyo

now catch fire

breathe fire

you ball of fire

show me the fire

in your eyes

in your belly

down below

it’s your baptism of fire

boyo

fire your weapon

before i fire you

 

For dVerse

a wordle

our tradition has been to stay awake all night on the date of the tragedy, scantily clad in nightware, mumbling prayers that vaunt the dead as cyan candles burn, mementos of the explosion set out before us on the table, sealed with paraffin, while the less faithful nod and gradually fall asleep, the plops of a dripping faucet the only sound in the room.

and by the way, in our day and time does the word “clad” own the word “scantily”?

 

For Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie and Wordle

haiku

thunderstorm arrives
wind rises; chance lightning bolt
strips slim tree of bark

 

For Ronovan Writes

captivating

what do you think of marci?

dude, she’s captivating.

what? who says captivating? that’s something you’d read in a fashion review… so you think she’s pretty?

i don’t know about that. cute, maybe? interesting? the main thing is, she seems nice. she’s… perky? does that sound dumb?

nah. she’s perky. they say she’s also smart.

yeah, that too. she’s, you know, got my interest. i’m captivated.

so you going to ask her for a date?

i think she’s out of my league.

how can you be captivated if you won’t ask her out for a date?

because i can’t stop thinking about her.

 

For Daily Post

haiku

forest covers hills
dense green warm humid humming
bug crawls on wet log

 

For Haiku Horizons

have you got a moment?

just a moment…

any moment now…

i’ll be with you in a moment…

this will only hurt for a moment…

these are all long moments, taken moment by moment

in the morse code of life, moments are the dashes

do i live for the moment?

the moment of truth?

never a dull moment?

while i eat mo mints?

while i wait for my mom to say that’s enough init?

while i wait for my moment in the sun

but no… at the moment i’m having an aha moment

a come to jesus moment

a hallmark moment

a kodak moment

a… a senior moment

at this moment, at this moment in time, this weak moment

not a moment too soon

in the heat of the moment

yes yes i am declared the man of the moment

by the woman of the moment

 

For Pic and a Word Challenge

butterfly effect

one dimension over

i chose a different college

different major

different job in different city

met a different woman

married

different kids

different travels

different grandkids

many of the same mistakes    same choices    same outcomes

the butterfly flew    out    out    out    back    back    back

 

For Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie

meander

my blood pressure was high. my mind was confused.

you’re stressed, said my doctor. reduce your stress.

you should leave the city, said my shrink. take a vacation. get away from your job. go back to your roots. meander in the countryside.

so i booked passage to southern turkey.

there I found the ancient maiandros (mαίανδρος) river, whence comes the word meander. by strolling along the banks of this winding river, i would by definition be meandering. the river’s modern name is büyük menderes, the turks having owned it these last five hundred and fifty years or so.

where to start, the river’s source (dinar, where are found the ruins of celaenae-apamea) or mouth (on the aegean near samos)? i couldn’t worry about this, as it would cause stress, which i was to avoid at any cost, so i flipped a coin (a turkish lira, 1989; atatürk’s head) and began my meander at dinar.

the river being 341 miles long, it took me some time to negotiate it at a slow pace (i never took more than ten steps without pausing to contemplate the water and my life).

by the time i was done, i felt a lot better.

 

For The Daily Post

woman rides horse into club in her underwear

guest host: anne p.

hi. i’m anne, with an e. thanks to joem for giving me this forum.

joem is tight with ann r. i just want to be clear that i’m a whole different kettle of fish.

first, to set the record straight, that wasn’t my underwear. it belonged and belongs to my roommate and intended, jennifer. i myself don’t wear much underwear.

i had wanted to ride into the bar nude, but in deference to jennifer’s feelings of modesty, and perhaps because of her possessiveness toward my body, i chose to compromise by covering my sexy bits.

i rode in to propose to jennifer.

second, why in underwear? because we had had a tiff at breakfast. for some reason, the subject of lady godiva came up. jennifer knew nothing about her beyond the fact that she rode naked through town on a horse and had a chocolate candy named after her.

listen, jennifer, i said. if we’re going to be together till death does us part, assuming the conservatives don’t rise up and arrest all of us for getting married or using the wrong bathroom, you need to learn a little history, not just the names of every rock band in the universe.

jennifer, i said. at least get an idea of each century. godiva was in the domesday survey with her old english name of godgifu or godgyfu (gift of god). get to know something of  the little renaisance that occured in the eleventh century.

so i rode into the bar as godiva to give her an engagement ring and show her there were no hard feelings and she accepted.

i’m not going to go through life acting out history but i hope in this case, it was a teaching moment.

they fight crime

“You there! Thomas Baker! Wake up!”

“I’m not asleep… First Lady.”

“Good Lord, call me Susan. I know you weren’t sleeping. You were brooding. They say you’re plagued by the memory of your family’s brutal murder.”

“Well, it just happened yesterday. A little soon for me to be plagued and brooding. I’m still somewhere between disbelief and anger. Plus when my face heals, it’s going to be covered with scars. So I was just day-dreaming about what I’ll do when I catch the killers.”

“That’s a lot of exposition right there, Tom, but you are a film-maker.”

“I am. I like to set the stage. For example, I know that you’re extravagant and a man-hater. You were First Lady for eight years. You hate your man. Also, you have the power to see death.”

“That’s correct. I’d say the stage is now set for action. I’m here to fight crime and I want you to help me.”

“All right, but hang on. The extravagance thing. I’ve seen some costumes but that getup you’re wearing is something else.”

“Designer. Cost thousands, and I’ll change for dinner.”

“Just so you know, I’m pressed for cash.”

“It’s on me, Tom. All on me.”

“The other thing is, you can see death?”

“Yes.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means I can see him. The black robe, the skull, the scythe.”

“You see him,  you know, killing people?”

“No,  just coming and going, from place to place. Gliding along like he’s on a hoverboard, but without any sudden flames.”

“Do you speak to him?”

“Just to say hello. As First Lady I did a lot of meet-and-greet. I’ve shaken Death’s hand.”

“Bones?”

“Cold bones, indeed. Hand bones connected to the wrist bone.”

“OK. Let’s go catch the guys that murdered my family.”

“Saddle up, Tom. You can film the proceedings on your iPhone.”

“What’s our first step? I’m not sure I could handle the crime scene, even if they’ve got all the family bodies cleared out. And the pets. Their corpses, I mean. The killers didn’t spare the pets. Not even little Sparky. I mean, kill the grandparents and spouse and all the kids, and the adult pets, but that’s where I draw the line.”

“Quite so. We won’t need to visit the crime scene.”

“How do we find our first clue?”

“Our first clue? My dear boy, we don’t need clues. All we need is to know who committed the crime and we don’t need clues for that.”

“How are we going to find out then?”

“Obviously, we’re going to go ask Death.”

“Aha. What if he won’t tell us?”

“What an odd question. I’m the beloved former First Lady. Of course he’ll tell us. Follow me, out the door, down the stairs, onto the passing bus, off at the hospital, because Death spends a lot of time here. Into the wards and lo and behold, there he is, leaning over that fat man.”

“We’re post-fat shaming, you know.”

“Extraordinary. Oh, Death? Excuse me, but could you let that fellow live a bit longer. I’ve a quick question or two… Thank you…

“You see the brooding film-maker over there? Can you tell me please who brutally murdered his kin?”

I don’t know about brutal or murder, but of course I took them all. Including little Sparky. And thanks to Terry Pratchett for my little appearance here, by the way, RIP Terry.

“You know what I’m asking. Who handed the kin off to you, so to speak?”

The brooder did.

“The brooder himself? No wonder he’s brooding.”

He’s brooding because he didn’t capture the whole thing properly on his phone like he planned. Ever since Tangerine came out, he’s been obsessed with making a movie that way.

“Tangerine is an excellent film.”

Yes, I recommend it. Not the life style in it though. Injurious to your health.

“All right then. Another mystery solved. Thank you, Death.”

You’re welcome. Do you want me to take the brooder now? Save the cost of a trial?

“No. I’m extravagant. I’ll need to buy numerous new outfits. It’ll be a show trial. Tom will film the whole thing as well. A final documentary. Before the end credits roll, he’ll include a simple dedication onscreen to the memory of Little Sparky.”

 

For terribleminds Friday Flash Fiction

Prompt: He’s a scar-faced day-dreaming filmmaker plagued by the memory of his family’s brutal murder. She’s a man-hating extravagant former first lady with the power to see death. They fight crime!