sapphire

atlantic sapphire
a new farm-raised salmon brand
supposed to be green

for BrewNSpew Cafe

Long Time No See

Image by Cyranny

Hi, all. Been a while since I wrote. Just found this old photo of the fountain in front of the house. Bruce was the model for the statue, you probably recall.

Not a lot to tell since last I wrote. Adjusting to all the changes here. Not like it used to be, that’s for sure. We keep an eye on your situation as well. I’m sure you’re coping somehow. You’re all so smart and strong.

Miss you. Think of you every day.

By the way, the seawater has got up to Bruce-the-statue’s neck by now. Still rising.

Love to all.

Mama

for 100 Word Wednesday

poem

nature’s penalties
are not called that but instead
just consequences

for The Daily Spur

poem

ball into basket
scores one or two or three points
if not jai alai

for Daily Addictions

First Day

My first day in Homicide, my partner and I caught a case out by the river. A guy was found choked to death with a catfish.

“Who runs things out here?” my partner asked me.

“A guy named Catfish Brown,” I said.

“You think there’s a connection?” my partner said.

“I don’t believe in happenstance,” I said.

My partner laughed.

“Happenstance?” he said. “Don’t let them hear you say that back at the station. We don’t believe in coincidence, partner, not your happenstance.”

for Ragtag Daily Prompt

poem

each page a day
each chapter a life
each book a family

for The Daily Spur

poem

if things don’t improve
nature will notify us
and we’ll ignore her

for Your Daily Word Prompt

poem

put out some spicy food
will some animals eat it
is their prey spicy

for Word of the Day Challenge

inflection point

Crispin and his parents were not getting along. At fourteen, without being aware of the fact, Crispin had begun the task of separating from his parents.

“You don’t listen,” his dad said. “You think you know it all. What makes you think you’re so special?”

Crispin didn’t think he was special but he thought he was ok.

“Please don’t keep this up,” said his dad, voice rising.

Then, just like in the movies, his dad grabbed his chest and collapsed. Crispin’s mom and sister weren’t home. He pulled out his phone and dialed 911. While completing the call, he raced to the front door and flung it open. Then he returned to his dad, knelt by him and put one hand on the other on the man’s chest, as he had been taught. His dad’s eyes were closed. He wasn’t breathing.

Crispin pushed his dad’s chest down an inch or two, roughly twice a second. Every sixteen seconds, he stopped and forced air into his dad mouth-to-mouth. He continued thiis for five minutes, which seemed like an hour, until two EMTs appeared by his side and took over. Then he wept.

He got along better with his parents after that.

Photo by https://morguefile.com/creative/GaborfromHungary/31/all _DSC6204

For FLASH FICTION FOR THE PURPOSEFUL PRACTITIONER

haiku

quacking ducks on pond
observe them from hidden blind
evaluate life

for Word Prompt