haiku

changes ramify
unpredictably on earth
then it’s just too late

for Your Daily Word Prompt

haiku

we were not surprised
when the dam finally broke
good news for steelhead

for Write Now

moonlight

Photo courtesy of DB McNicol via Pixabay

The moon is no big deal. It’s just a big rock, my dad used to say. Four and a half billion years old, just sitting there.

Every once and a while a meteorite hits it and grinds up a little dust.

It can look good when it’s big and orange on the horizon but don’t be fooled. It’s just a big rock.

My dad is up there. He made it there ok but couldn’t get back. He spoke to us before he died. He was standing outside his ship up to his ankles in moon dust. He apologized to my mom but she didn’t accept his apology. She scolded him while my sister and I listened.

She’s still mad about it five years later. She remarried . My sister says it was for spite. Getting married again didn’t make her happy. I know that for sure.

So I don’t respect the moon. They say there’s a little ice on it that you could break down for its hydrogen and oxygen but I don’t know the details. Otherwise it’s just used as a garage and gas station on the way to Mars.

Which is why I don’t know why I’ve made up my mind the way I have. I haven’t told anybody, not my buddies, not my sister, not my mom. Now that I’m graduating from high school, it’s going to have to come out. I don’t need my mom’s permission to enlist but she’ll find out when I do. It’ll be in the local news and she’ll know anyway that I haven’t applied for college.

Nobody says it out loud but I know that I’ll be accepted into the program because my dad is still up there. I’ll go up and stand at his grave. I don’t have any plans after that.

for Foto Flash Fiction Challenge and The Twiglets

haiku

hunters who kill things
biggest bugaboo these days
things going extinct

for Fandango’s One Word Challenge

haiku

evolution does
not allow mountain goats to
cope with dynamite

for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads

photos

http://PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz

The nation’s worst natural tragedy occurred in October. I was sent to the area as soon as it was safe.

Once I had established the approximate number of casualties, I began collecting information about those who had not lived through the disaster.

I interviewed first responders, emergency workers sent from around the country, law enforcement and medical crews, other reporters, and civilians, gathering data and supporting documents.

When I returned to our offices, my editor debriefed and thanked me.

“Are those pictures of the dead?” he asked.

I nodded.

“Toss them in the basket,” he said.

for Friday Fictioneers

fibbing friday

1. What is The Nut Cracker? Similar to the Nut Twister (you could google it)
2. Why are Pandas black and white? common misconception. they are white and black
3. If storms are in teacups, and pools are in whirls, what puts us in a spin? your washing machine
4. What do chocolate buttons operate? chocolate shirts?
5. If we are flirty at thirty, naughty at forty and thrifty or nifty at fifty, what are we at sixty? in your case, it sounds like you’re becoming increasingly weird…
6. Why isn’t orange blossom orange? what came first, the fruit or the color? the answer explains it.
7. What’s this fly doing in my soup? known for a long long time: the backstroke
8. What’s in a jam sandwich? if you mean jam-packed, it’s got most everything in it.
9. Why was Rudolph’s nose red? more like a burgundy or sangria
10. Why was the Mona Lisa really smiling? it’s a grimace

for Fibbing Friday