Quote For The Day 3-6-2017

[I wondered] that we were designed to live through something rather than to attain something, and the thing we were meant to live through was designed to change us. The point of a story is the character arc, the change.”
Donald Miller, A Million Miles in a Thousand Years: What I Learned While Editing My Life

Daily Press One Word Prompt – Joke.

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Them was laughing at me, I know they was.  I know.  I know these things, don’t bother to ask how. It’s a secret between Momma and me.

Course that was a couple weeks ago, before she got so sick and went away. Them folk took her, said it was the law, didn’t listen to what Momma wanted.  So I hadta go and steal her back. Folks made a mess of noise over her, but there weren’t no toehold in the silencing wall.

She eats her meals with me now. Mostly, that’s the time I see her. We don’t talk much, Momma and me, but it’s nice to sit at the table with her, the table Grandpop twice-back made with his two hands, all by hisself. I think I woulda liked Grandpop.  He wouldn’t have helped them folk wanting to hurt us.

Momma and me, we like our lives just fine.

But, them folks coming tomorrow, for me and for Momma. Momma don’t want to go back and I ain’t gonna let’em have her. We go together or not at all.

That’s why we’re sitting here at the table so long after dinner. I washed the dishes just how Momma liked’em done, straightened the house until she was happy with the look of things.

‘Don’t ever leave trash behind you,’ she always used to say. ‘Cause them folks will judge you by the trash and not from yourself.”

The crackle of the fire slicks my skin with heat.  I reach out and take Momma’s hand. “Won’t be long now, Momma,” I say, flames sweeping the floor, lapping table legs.

A day at the beach,  Momma.  You remember that day at the beach? Just remember Momma, we’ll see Grandpop soon.

 

Friday Fictioneers 17 June 2016

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The Piano Tamer

The piano tamer never met a piano he couldn’t tame. One bang upon the keys and the most unruly piano calmed beneath his hands. The Morrison’s piano changed everything. It stood behind the store because it stirred up the other instruments, drove them all unruly.

He approached the piano confidently, laying hands upon the keys with the assurance of a master. The Morrison’s piano was cranky. The Morrison’s piano was angry. The Morrison’s piano seemed to think a revolution needed to be made.

The Morrison’s  piano sucked him in with ivory teeth and swallowed him whole. He’s a legend these days, a bitter memory of the last days before pianos took over the world.

In the Shadow of Strangers – DP Prompt

Witness Protection

When you do something scary or stressful — bungee jumping, public speaking, etc. — do you prefer to be surrounded by friends or by strangers? Why?


I stand in the middle of a company of strangers. I used to think that, if I wanted to try something new and definitely crazy, I’d want to do so in the comfortable cradle of close friends. I learned, after several tries with friends, I much prefer the company of strangers. With strangers, you can be yourself. You don’t have to worry about stories going around the office or school or town, whichever maybe the purview of your social group. Opening up with strangers, for the same reason, is easier. Why else would we flock in such droves to talk to doctors or lawyers or psychologists?

And, if you chance, one of those strangers becomes a friend, it is entirely possible no words will be spoken of any embarrassing incidents which occurred during the event. They were there and know you have as many stories about their own performance or lack thereof.

I met my best friend this way.  Both skydiving, both so terrified the instructor almost had to push us out of the plane and jump with us, just in case we panicked and forgot how to pull the rip cords . We pulled the cords, of course, too terrified not to pull them. Once we hit the ground, we both decided we never wanted to ever see a plane or a parachute again and we definitely were never going to be so stupid as to jump out of one.

“After all,” he said, “planes were meant to take one from A to B, not for people to bail out in the middle of the flight.”

I agreed wholeheartedly and off we went to Waffle House for breakfast.  Ah, the start of a beautiful friendship.

 

If I Could Turn Back Time

Daily Post Writing Prompt 1-12-2016 –  If you could return to the past to relive a part of your life, either to experience the wonderful bits again, or to do something over, which part of you life would you return to? Why?

If I Could Turn Back Time
(Fiction written in whatever voice shows up first)

Turn back time, you say.  What would I do?  Well, that’s a tricky question….

Not so tricky anymore. I wrote that when I was 15 (a school assignment) and, frankly, I didn’t know shit when I was 15. What’s there to turn back to?

Now….. there is more behind me than ahead. All I can do is wait so something to occupy my brain is a welcome change.

I’ve had a good life. Some won’t believe me. Four Divorces. Widower once. Never could get the love thing right. By the time I knew what I wanted, my reputation was set. The public mask all celebrities wear. Philanderer. Cheater. And those were the nice ones.

So yeah, I had lots of years cheating, but that’s not what I would change. I made a lot of mistakes but each one taught me something, narrowed me down until I finally understood why and how to stop. That I wouldn’t change.

Would I change all the years of suicide attempts? Yes and no. I’d like to  forget them, but again, they taught me needed lessons. They taught me how to live bi-polar, on the knife’s edge. Lots of years on the edge.

Drinking.  Drugs.  I got rid of them early otherwise I wouldn’t have survived the edge. The hospital stays. The weeks of nothing but blankness. The months of running to escape myself.

No, what I would change is the friendships. I’d have more and I’d stop pissing them away.  I’d change how I treated them, professionally and personally. I’d cherish them, something I learned far too late.

Yeah, that’s what I would change.  If I could…,