End-of-the Year Two-fer

What can I say? The creative juices, they were a’flowin! So depending on whether you like verse or story or naught, read either or neither, with many thanks to our Friday Fictioneer hostess, Rochelle, who has kept us as a band of brothers and sisters in service to the muse the outgoing year through. Happy New Year and blessings to all! ❤️

Written for Rochelle's Friday Fictioneers   
Genre: Dystopic Fiction and Poetry
Word count: 100 words 
PHOTO PROMPT © Na’ama Yehuda  
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The Dais of Gadolfo

When Ella awoke, she found herself lying full-length staring upwards at a fleecy caravan of clouds.

How had she gotten here?

“You have offended the Great Ones,” a voice intoned from the tower above her.

“Great Ones?”

“Citibank. Chase. Goldman Sachs. Amazon. Facebook. Twitter. Google. Netflix. Must I go on?”

“No. Please. I’ll reopen my accounts!”

She attempted to rise but found herself tied to stakes on a stone table.

The Dais of Gadolfo!

The Great Ones were making an example of her like the others for the world to see.

Above her, Gadolfo, a surgically-armed camera drone, slowly descended.


PHOTO PROMPT © Na’ama Yehuda

Out of the Curse, a Promise

The old year’s streaking past us
Her tattered skirts raised high
There’s a trail of desolation
She’s in a hurry to get by.

Shops closed never to reopen
Livelihoods destroyed
Hosts of unsavory creatures
Circle over what’s bespoiled.

You can’t blame it all on Covid
But the contagion in human hearts
Stirring greed, cowardice, hatred
Like a cesspool of primeval rot.

This year’s humbling lesson
Shows how little we’ve progressed
The world still needs a Savior
And the heart his cleansing blood.

Looking up at clouds unfettered
High above Babel’s towers
A glimpse of lovingkindness
A promise of healing showers.

A Beautiful Fall Day

For Joseph’s Home Photo Challenge 11-7-2020

Nothing communicates the fullness of “autumn joy” like a fat, well-formed pumpkin waiting to be admired.

Swallow it up, ladies and gents, in pies, in meditations, in orange fury of sunshiny glow!

How grateful I am for pumpkins on this beautiful fall day! Thank you, Lord God of heaven and earth, for all things bright and beautiful!

Discovery

Written for Rochelle's Friday Fictioneers
PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll
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PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

Genre: horror; word count: 100

Discovery

“Did you bring the mirror?” Eli asked.

Lena rummaged through her backpack behind him. “Do we have to do this?”

Eli snorted impatiently at his best friend. “Don’t you want to know why kids from this school have gone missing? Mr. Drobkoni’s gotta be a vampire. I’ll stay here. You keep a lookout. Whistle when you see him coming.”

“Right-oh,” Lena said. “Here.”

Eli held the mirror so he could see over his shoulder.

Lena had already left.

She’s fast, he thought.

“What’s that?” asked Lena behind him.

He turned around quickly. “The dead travel fast,” he said, suddenly pale.

Before You Go

I could feel her soft, wrinkled hand tightening on mine. I don’t know how long we stood before she finally spoke.

“I was looking out that window over the sign. I saw your grandfather’s mother kill mine. Just because she wasn’t the same color. It’s been seventy years now. It feels like just yesterday.”

I got my tongue working. “Grandma, how could you marry him?”

She turned, soft brown eyes wet with tears. “It wasn’t easy but love won. Hate lost. You’ll be going off to college soon. You won’t forget that, will you?”

“Like the sign says, Grandma, ‘NOPE’!”

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I Can’t See the Stars

I can’t see the stars 
For too long.
They hurt my eyes with longing
For the unseen.

I can’t see the people
For too long.
They hurt my eyes with longing 
For what could have been.

Long years built walls and ceilings
Dressed-up plaster neighbors
Who do not hurt or rob me
Arcana to surround me
Where blue skies cannot spurn.

But somewhere in the concrete
My hardened heart lies buried.
No tender arms will hold me
No twilight rays enfold me
In twinkling eyes of love

And I can’t see the stars.
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The Willow, Magnolia, and Me

Oh happy day when I discovered via Cee’s Photo Challenges site, Carol’s Cheerful Selfie Challenge #1: CCSC is an opportunity to share a photograph you have taken, that you were in somewhere. Maybe even by accident or intentional. Here are her guidelines:

  • A photo of you doing something special. Boy I’m proud
  • Creating a memory. I was here doing this…
  • A photo of you in a mirror ( hair cut, new hat, should I get this dress?
  • An image where you only catch part of yourself (my toes get in flower shots more then I want.) sometimes it’s cute
  • Photo with you and one other person even a whole group of friends (screen shots of zoom groups count )
  • Just your finger pointing something out.
  • An I.D. Picture
  • Selfie from archives are welcomed
  • The Prime Directive is Have Fun.

Usually staying out of the picture is my priority when the camera’s pointed my way. But I love Carol’s idea of sharing a little bit of ourselves in our pictures. Here I am in my neck of the woods:

Photojournalism at its worst: caught red-handed reaching for the only magnolia on the tippy-top of this little sapling. No leaves or blooms were harmed in the making of this selfie. If only I’d had a tall companion with me.

Tomorrow’s another day. 😉

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