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Daily Prompt: Simply the Best

“When and where do you do your best thinking? In the bathroom? While running? Just before bed, or first thing in the morning? On the bus? Why do you think that is?

Photographers, artists, poets: show us THE BEST.”

Eli felt the weight of the cold sinking into his body. His feet, his shoulders, his face, his arms. He had bundled up as tightly as he could knowing that the blankets would eventually fall off as he tossed and turned while in a deep, unknowing sleep. Always a heavy sleeper, his blankets somehow wondered. To the side of the bed, to the bottom of the bed, to the floor. It was a cold wintry morning, but he could smell it. Something made him want to get out of bed despite the cold. He decided that it would be enough to make it worth getting out of bed, if only he could find the sock that had fallen off his right foot. The cold was blasting onto his toes.

He pushed his covers off and found it, at the foot of his bed. He pulled it onto his feet, struggling a bit, slowly mustering up the will to place his feet on the floor. He wished there was a fire in his floor, but there wasn’t. And then he smelled it, again, what made it worth getting up out of his bed.

Down the hallway. Down the steps. He slowly walked. He was the first out of bed, and he couldn’t wait. He crept down the stairs quietly, not sneaking, but happy to see what he would.

His grandmother greeted him quietly, with a smile.

“Good morning, Eli.” She was standing in the kitchen with her favorite floral apron. Grandmother couldn’t cook without her floral apron. White, orange and green, with curvy lines, it was how he would always remember her. Grandmother, her wooden spatula and her floral apron.

The bacon was frying with grease simmering.

“I made them just how you like, Eli.”

She slid the scrambled eggs onto a plate next to a biscuit. He loved how the warm butter melted so quickly on the bread.


Daily Prompt: Truth or Dare

Daily Prompt: Truth or Dare

You raised me to to tell the truth, to believe in it, to say it no matter what it might happen. But I’m starting to have second thoughts now.

Our family has always been the best part of my life. When I was a kid, I loved telling my friends that my family was the greatest. And so normal. Christmas was the best, with presents lined up under the tree, and our summer vacations spent lounging in the beach house in front of cable TV.

But why am I feeling lied to? Why didn’t you tell me Eli was adopted? Why didn’t you tell him he was adopted?

I’m not sure you could handle the truth.

Daily Prompt: Safety First

“Share the story of a time you felt unsafe.

Photographers, artists, poets: show us SAFETY.”

Long ago, I had a fun (and meaningful) experience of working for a great organization that specialized in making people happy by giving them fun memories. I had co-workers I enjoyed working with and supervisors who were good with people. The job was fun and the bosses treated us well. The organization really tried to make us feel valued by offering us incentives of various sorts and boosting morale in different ways.

Eventually, the company changed hands but kept its same focus and clientele. The second owner made some policy adjustments in many areas. For department meetings, it became a requirement that every meeting started with “Safety First.”

Maybe it was just me (I don’t think it was), but it seemed to get a laugh out of people that these words were spoken verbatim at the start of every meeting. But it was nice to know that the company took safety seriously and cared about the well-being of its people.



Weekly Writing Challenge: Frightening Characters

The absence of humanity is something that Hannibal Lecter has in common with other murderous villains. Our humanity – the essence that makes us think, feel, love, hate, forgive, feel passion, experience anger, sympathize with others and express desires – the humanity can’t be replaced by a machine. It’s a trait that separates us from animals. You and I have our differences, but our humanity brings us together. Lecter has no concern for such humanity non-sense and he certainly wouldn’t let any warm, fuzzy feelings get in the way of the fact that you might be a size 14, and that’s his favorite dish.

Another frightening character from film is the villain of The Texas Chainsaw Massacre. Much of this film is lost to me as the lead character is a maniac with a chainsaw. His goal is to brutally kill people as quickly as possible. The disturbing part about this story is that the film is inspired by true events. There’s no happy ending after this freak show.

I’ll Get You, My Pretty- Daily Prompt: Wicked Witch

“Write about evil: how you understand it (or don’t), what you think it means, or a way it’s manifested, either in the world at large or in your life.

Photographers, artists, poets: show us EVIL.”

It’s a trap

Carefully set

Waiting for you


To catch you when

You’re at your weakest

In many forms

A fake friend

Silently lurking

Around the bend