Response – JSW Prompt 8-23-2021

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Well, so much for that phrase of his life, he thought as he dropped the cut remains of his parking pass into the trash can. No more riding the bus to and from the parking lot. Now he could park directly behind his work, a much better solution to his way of thinking. Of course, he was paying a price for the privlidge, but that was just the way of his world. At least, his current world.

Cutting apart his pass has been freeing. Made him want to slap on a backpack with a change of underwear and some change and head off to explore the world. He wouldn’t, of course. He was much too tamed for that kind of silly wildness, but the brief flash of longing had definitely been there regardless. So much so that when he came across his backpack that weekend, he cleaned it up, packed it light, and left it is the trunk of his car. He’d never use it, but….. just in case.

JSW Prompt 8-30-2021

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JSW Prompt 8-23-2021

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Response – JSW Prompt 7-12-2021

Whoops, missed one!

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Wendy peered through the partially opened door, breath in her throat, hoping against hope to see the fairies. Usually they came out at dusk and dawn, but she was here, the door was open, and she couldn’t resist. At first, she saw nothing unusual. The garden was quiet and still, vivid greens in the stillness of the afternoon heat.

Did fairies come out during the heat? She didn’t know. The University kept the knowledge of the fairies hidden from the world in an effort to gain some understanding of the beings. They weren’t human, but they weren’t animal either. Were they some sort of proto-human like Lucy or were they something altogether different? If only she was important enough to study them. Think of all the magical information to be learned! Maybe one day…

Something winked in her vision and she looked right, to the tree above the bench. Something was there, sparkling in the afternoon calm. Wings?

Yes, wings. Translucent wings fanning the air like a hummingbirds, so fast she really didn’t see the movement, only the stillness beyond.

“Wendy! Come out of there.”

She turned, eyes wide. “But, Professor, there are fairies there. Real fairies!”

“You shouldn’t have looked in there,” the Professor told her sternly, eyes flashing. He pulled out a memory stick and touched it to her forehead.

“Don’t go into the gardens, Wendy.”

She blinked, confused. “Gardens?”

“Yes, the gardens. You can’t go into the gardens.”

She blinked again. “What gardens?”

“Go home and work on your thesis,” the Professor told her.

“Yes, sir,” she said and turned away, heading down the sidewalk towards the street. As she passed the open door, she glanced inside just once more, flashes of stillness like beacons in the dark.

JSW Prompt 8-16-2021

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Prompt – “There are three things you need to know before you read this.”

Response – JSW Prompt 8-9-2021

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Chris sat in the small cafe, idly watching the shoppers moving back and forth with leisure or purposeful strides. He’d lost interest in home décor about four houses ago, but he knew better than to argue when the better half wanted to add to the antiques already in their home. He preferred not to come either, but knew better than to argue that as well.

“You never know what they will come up with,” said the man at the next table.

Chris laughed. “That you don’t.”

“My wife now, she come here for bits and bobs,” the man went on, “dolls for the bed and that sort of thing.”

“I would think dolls on the bed would be creepy.”

“Very,” he agreed with a grin. “But I don’t argue.”

“Me, either,” Chris said, “though I might if it came down to putting creepy dolls on the beds.”

“Good luck with that,” the man replied. “I tried to argue. Now we have more dolls than ever.”

Chris winched in sympathetic pain. “I’d have to get rid of them somehow.”

“Good luck. I tried everything, but no luck. She caught me at every turn.”

Chris made a sympatric noise in his throat.

“So what does your wife get?”

“She’s looking at furniture.”

The man shook his head. “Hope you have a truck.”

“No, but they have somebody here who will deliver loads like that.”

“I didn’t know that. Guess we haven’t had enough dolls yet.”

A woman headed their way, pushing a trolly holding two dolls. The man groaned quietly and stood.

Chris stood also, giving the woman a smile. “Where did you find those dolls?” he asked brightly. “My wife has been looking for some exactually like that.”

“There is a booth all the way almost to the end,” she said with a smile, pointing left.

“I’ll have to tell her,” Chris said.

“Here, why don’t you take these,” the woman said, holding them out. “We have so many and well, if she is looking for these, I want her to have them.”

Hesitantly, Chris took them. “Thank you so much.”

“Let her think you found them,” the woman advised. “I bet that will sweep her off her feet.”

“I’ll do that, thank you,” Chris said, setting the dolls on the table.

The woman smiled. “You are most welcome.”

The couple moved away, leaving the empty cart behind. The man gave him a thumbs up, behind his wife’s back.

Chris waved.

As soon as they were gone, he looked at the dolls for a moment, put them back in the abandoned cart and walked away.

JSW Prompt 8-9-2021

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Response – JSW Prompt 8-2-2021

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Something bad things happen. Sometimes bad things are meant to happen. It’s nothing against the person you understand, just things happen to some people and not to others. I’m ‘Not Others,’ myself, but I’ve known a great deal of ‘Others’ in my life. Watched them drown in their own bad things. Or not. Just depends on the person. And I’ve known some ‘Others’ to fight so hard they become ‘Not Others.’

But why am I saying all this? Mostly to make talk, you know. Gets lonely here all by myself so I find myself talking to myself out loud more and more. Casual quips. Comments upon life. Discourses on silly subjects such as this one. Thought I guess I shouldn’t call it silly. Those ‘Others’ sure don’t think it is silly.

Have you ever known a person like that? Someone to whom everything bad which can happen, seems to happen? Maybe they are ‘good people,’ but that doesn’t seem to matter to the world at large. Breaks your heart sometimes, seeing them struggle. But you asked me if I ‘saw something bad happen and I could stop it, why wouldn’t I?’ Because I believe what is meant to be is meant to be, good, bad or indifferent. Them folks might have a hard yard to hoe, but they are stronger for it. Much stronger than us ‘Not Others.’

And sometimes folks just need to learn their own lessons.

Seems easy for me to say these things, being as I’m ‘not others,’ and it is. Doesn’t mean its not truth. I’ve come too far to be telling lies. No time for that any more.

So what would I say to the ‘Others?’ Suck it up and take it like a man. Everything comes to an end eventually, even the shit buckets life throws our way. Do you want to know how I know? Really know?

I used to be ‘Other,’ but now I’m not. Guess life got tired of throwing things my way with me dodging and ducking and powering through. So, you see, the shit isn’t inevitable. Which is how I came to be here, all alone. Used to be people here, but they are gone now.

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“Mr. Green, it is time to take your medicine.”

JSW Prompt  8-2-2021

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Response – JSW Prompt 7-26-2021

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He turned into the driveway. Home at last! Relief swept over him as he glanced back at the remnants of his little family. What the hell would possess her to die, for one thing, and, secondly, leave the kids under his guardianship? He was barely more than a kid himself and, frankly, the responsibility of a family scared the crap out of him.

Later, as the two toddlers played in the living room, standing in the door of the kitchen watching, he asked his mother the same question.

“I’m sure she didn’t plan to die,” she said flatly, “But she made plans for any eventuality, knowing she could trust you to take care of them.”

He shot out a laugh. “Then she didn’t know me very well at all.”

“I think she knew you quite well, Chris, whether you want to admit it or not.”

He shrugged a shoulder. “I just don’t have the time, Mom,” he said, eyes still on the children. “Things are going so well. I can’t stop now.”

“No one is asking you to stop,” his mother said, “only to divide some of your time.”

“Divide my time? It’s so divided now that I don’t know if I am coming or going.”

“Surely some of the others can handle some of your responsibilities?”

“No,” he replied just as flatly. They each had their own responsibilities in the band, but if he wanted things done right, he had to do them himself. So he did and nobody else seemed to mind.

“Don’t put them in foster care.”

“Mom, I wasn’t planning…”

“But you thought about it?”

“Yes.”

“So don’t. You can’t come back from that. For the rest of their lives, even if they never meet you, they will wonder why you deserted them.”

“I’m not planning to desert them, I just need… someone to take care of them while I work.”

“Hire a nanny,” his mother advised, “unless you are planning to move back here so I can help.”

“I can’t do that. I have to be in California right now.”

“Then hire a nanny.”

Later that night, he stood in the doorway to his old room, watching the two of them curled up in his big bed, asleep. No, he hadn’t seriously thought about putting them in foster care, but he had thought about it and that made him angry. Not at them, or her, but at himself. He could handle this. Just like everything else, he would handle it.

Moving back to the living room, he sat down at his keyboards, slipped on his headphones and started to work.