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I realized that our eight-year-old was missing when lunchtime arrived. My wife summoned me back from the play area with Becky, our three-year-old, and asked me where Dan was.

“I thought he was with you,” I said.

We hurried about and discovered a gap in the row of canoes on the lake shore.

“Oh my God,” said my wife.

We stared out over the lake. The canoe was nowhere to be seen.

“I’ll go after him,” I said. I pushed a canoe out into the water, jumped in, and snatched up the oars.

“Run tell the park rangers,” I shouted as I began to row.

Suddenly I realized I didn’t know what I was doing, where I was going. Water all around and no canoes in it but mine. Had the boy capsized in the wake of a motorboat? Should I stand up for a better view or would I capsize as well?

I cursed myself for my helplessness. My haplessness. I wiped sweat off my face. I heard faint cries. Dan?

Back on shore, I could see my wife and Becky and Dan, side-by-side, waving to me.



leaves cover the soil
where life awaits this new meal
we all eat the dead

for Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille


largest mammals make
smallest sperm; more are needed
to cover large pitch

largest sperm belongs
to fruit fly; it’s twenty times
longer than the fly

for Photo Challenge

In Memoriam


What is the carving of a snorkler doing in our back yard in Thorpe Hamlet?

Sadly, it is a memorial to a young fellow swept away from Whitlingham Country Park during the flooding of the River Yare back in the day.

Oh, youth! So innocent! So foolish! Diving for the odd penny in the midst of a veritable typhoon! Sic transit vita nostra.

for Crimson’s Creative Challenge

Sunday Afternoon

Image by Esther Merbt from Pixabay

reading in the garden with a cup of tea
catching up on some old tomes, spectacles in place
some weeds caught my eye so i got up to pluck them
the grandkids showed up and wanted to play
i took them to a movie; family friendly; caught a few zzz’s in my seat

for In Other Words…

the rail

the rail is a quiet bird
it does not rail against others
is thin as a rail
may sit on a rail
practices honesty like all birds but crows and cuckoos
lives in broad marshes
not a broad-minded bird but doesn’t go off the rails
or touch the third rail for birds: cat fighting

for The Three Things Challenge


silly arguments
about climate change make our
survival iffy

for Fandango’s One Word Challenge


mimics in nature
survive through their artifice
we do halloween

for Ragtag Daily Prompt


deer takes careful steps
through marshy ground with quicksand
I’m wearing waders

for Word of the Day Challenge


smitten, i wait a bit
for the feeling to wear off
to protect my heart

for Your Daily Word Prompt