DP Writing Prompt 1-31-2016

I apologize because this story does not fit the 200 words, however, the story stayed the way the story wanted to stay.  Thanks.

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The ducklings floated close to their mother, exploring the pond around them, safe under her watchful eye. I wondered how she managed to care for, and watch, so many ducklings at once. For a moment, I marveled at the arc of dried grasses, tips dipping down to kiss the water’s surface. The soft sounds of spring peepers radiated from the grasses, reminding me of childhood. Or what I’d had of a childhood.
It didn’t hurt anymore. I’d given up that fight. For a moment, I had to wondered how I could see such beauty, such tenderness as a mother duck with her young, and not be struck down by God. Maybe you had to believe in him to be struck down.
Footsteps echoed on the wooden bridge, men and women walking from one side of the lake to the other, children bouncing from rail to rail. Excited cried of ‘Look at the turtle.’ ‘Did you see the baby ducks. Can I take one home?’ More subdued ‘Is that an alligator, Mom?’
If any of them had looked at me, they would have seen nothing unusual, just a man in baggy shorts and a ‘I keep hitting the delete key but you’re still here,’ tee-shirt.  Tennis shoes because, well it’s damned hard to run in sandals if the need arises.
Average Joe, that’s me.
My eyes traced lines from mothers to children as they took in the beauty of the lake. Happy all of them, at least on the outside.  Most folks looked happy, pretending where other eyes might see.  I knew most of them were different inside, but then I was, too.
I spotted him as he stepped onto the walkway from the other side of the lake, sound of his footsteps rolling through the wood to throb inside my body. This was the start.
Tall. Dark suit. Sunglasses. Men in Black, anyone? Most of the people glanced sideways as he passed, but not for long. Instinctively, they knew he was to be avoided, not to even be seen. I could feel his eyes boring into me with every step that brought closer. Without even knowing what they were doing, the people faded away, hurrying to the Nature Center or the Cafeteria, anywhere but here.
I turned as he reached me, leaning back against the railing. I could still hear the soft sounds of the mother duck gathering her brood.  Even she knew the feel of danger.
“Well,” I drawled. “If it isn’t my brother.  Looking sharp, Cain.”
Even behind his glasses, I knew he didn’t blink.  He never blinked, the ice-cold reptile that was my brother.
“Abel,” he returned, voice cold as winter.
“How’s crops?”
“Growing well on the blood of your flock.”
“Oh,” I waved a lazy hand.  “I found a different flock ages ago.  Not quite so…. sheepish.
“Always the humor, brother.”
“Well, somebody in the family has to have humor. Lord knows you don’t. Mom and Did didn’t much either. That’s what eating fruit will do for you.”
Cain looked around.  “Charming spot for dying.  I see you have resigned yourself to the role.” He looked over the railing. “Alligators.  Hum.”
I grinned. “Yeah, fancy that.”  And then I shot him. Poor Cain, he never adapted well to change. As he crumbled, I moved forward, ducking down to put my shoulders under his legs.  Pushing up, I tipped him up and over into the water. Let the alligator’s do their work.


Superstitions Anyone?


It’s Friday the 13th.  Superstitions abound. Everyone probably has one or two superstitions hanging around, even if you think you’re immune. Superstitions are one way humans have tried to understand and control the world around them and their own place in said world. I love reading about superstitions and especially the origins, or suspected origins, of each one.

Black cats, for instance. Myself, I love black cats. Of the four furry babies living in my house, two are black longhairs. Shadow and Gizzmo (Gizzy was named by the SPCA but it turns out to fit her perfectly).

Black cats are considered bad luck because they were associated with witches starting in Medieval times. In Egypt, black cats were worshiped as gods.  The thought of a witch’s familiar crossing your path, or the witch herself in the form of a cat would certainly made most people extremely nervous.

Why is it back luck to open an umbrella indoors? Just speculating here, but since umbrellas started out large and bulky, with metal spikes, opening them in an enclosed space could be dangerous to the health anyone or anything nearby.

Don’t walk under a leaning ladder? The Egyptians considered the triangle a holy symbol so walking through one would, no doubt, anger the gods. When Christianity came about, the ladder was considered evil from leaning against the cross. In 1600 England, criminals were walked under a ladder on the way to the gallows.

Respond with ‘Bless you’ when somebody sneezes. Sneezes have been considered evil throughout history because people believed to sneeze was to expel evil spirits from the body.

The number 13 is unlucky, called triskaidekaphobia, most likely comes from Norse mythology.  Twelve Gods were invited to a feast when Loki – god of mischief and evil and the 13th guest – showed up and mayhem ensure, leading to the death of Balder. In Christianity, the man who betrayed Jesus, Judas, was the 13th disciple at the Last Supper.

Perhaps one of these superstitions resonated with you or perhaps they interested you in learning more about this fascinating subject. Whichever, enjoy your day and don’t let superstitions keep you from shining.

What superstitions do you have?

A Short Defination of Evil

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Wicked Witch.”

Evil –  1) any action done outside the bounds of humanity; 2) when good people look the other way.

There are always going to be “evil” people, Hitler being a prime example. But was he evil?  To our way of thinking yes, to his, no.  He might have been a sociopath, but evil as in fallen angel, Satan, demon, Lucifer, serpent?  Lord of the Sith?  How about Sauron? Isn’t that a little beyond what a ‘normal’ man or woman could possibly achieve?  Doesn’t that give him more power than he actually had? And, in a very weird way, is an attempt to excuse the rest of the world for not doing more sooner.

This post isn’t to say Hitler or his actions were acceptable, much less good. But if he was just a sociopath, how did the Holocaust happen?

Because good people looked the other way and did nothing.

Quote For The Day 7-26-2015

“The terms we use for what is considered supernatural are woefully inadequate. Beyond such terms as ghost, specter, poltergeist, angel, devil, or spirit, might there not be something more our purposeful blindness has prevented us from understanding? We accept the fact that there may be other worlds out in space, but might there not be other worlds here? Other worlds, in other dimensions, coexistent with this? If there are other worlds parallel to ours, are all the doors closed? Or does one, here or there, stand ajar?”
Louis L’Amour, The Haunted Mesa