Friday Fictioneers 2-14-2019

PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

The building looked like a castle from the very first moment he looked up, up, up.

“Do kings and queens live here?”

“I don’t think so, sweetheart.”

“Don’t they live in castles?”

A pause which meant she was getting tired of  questions.

“Don’t they?”

“All the Kings and Queens are dead.”

“Why?”

“Because they all died in battles with swords and spears… and old age.”

“But why would they die of old age in a battle?”

“Michael, please!”

He looked up, up, up. A castle. Kings and Queens.

Was that a face in a window?

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Response – JSW Prompt 2-4-2019

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There are a lot of things I could of, should of, said, but I didn’t. Not because I wanted to hurt no one, but because….. I didn’t want to hurt no one. Maybe the best course was to just let things go, let them figure it out for herself.

But, Ma said wouldn’t be fair to them or me. I aint sure why it wouldn’t be fair to me cause I’m the one thinking so I know what I’d say, but she didn’t like me asking and thumped me on the head.

Don’t know why mothers are always thumping you on the  head. That’s one thing I’d like to know, cause I don’t, but I don’t dare ask. I don’t want no thumping, so I keep that question in my head where it belongs.

I like to read. Got worlds in my head, but Ma is always saying reading will make me blind and stupid, so I don’t tell that neither.

I don’t tell much cause I don’t like the thumpings. Grandma whips, but Ma always thumps and that hurts worse than the whippings.

Uncle John says when I’m older, I can ask Ma about these things, but I don’t believe him. I’ve seen her thump Patrick and he’s almost 20.

Adults don’t like you to ask anything so you gotta keep your mouth closed and say nothing. That’s what being a child get’s you.

Adults don’t tell children nothing. When I get to be an adult, I ain’t gonna thump no kids and I’m gonna tell then everything they want to know and I ain’t gonna be afraid of thumping ever again. You just wait and see.

 

JSW Prompt 2-11-2019

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Response – JSW Prompt 1-28-2019 on 2-4-2019

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Have you ever wanted to just walk into the forest and disappear?  I did once upon a time. I not only wanted it, I dreamed it, I felt the longing in my soul.

It was the day I can across the Thee Big Boys that I actually decided to leave, step into the corridor into another world which world lay before me. Narnia? My Side of the Mountain? Either was fine, but beyond that, I didn’t care. There was a magical world out there, somewhere, and I was determined to find it.

Was that a lamppost? A hawk crying in the distance?

I dream about it now, sometimes, sitting in this chair, rocking, rocking, rocking, the world away.

 

JSW Prompt 2-4-2019

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Friday Fictioneers 1-31-2019

 
PHOTO PROMPT © Renee Heath
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The colored-blanket sky stretched out around him, weighting him down and back to earth. He liked the soft plushness of it; the tingling hint of chill creeping around the edges of the horizon. Out here he was so totally alone he was alien. Nothing else existed.

The hills reminded him of the Blue Ridge he’d left so long ago, back when he could barely remember. His cell lay on another chair, ever silent. No cell signal. No calls.

His ‘fuck-you’ to  the world.

Tomorrow it would fuck him back.

JSW Prompt 1-28-2019

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