JSW Prompt 2-7-2022

The JSW Challenge is open to anybody who wishes to participate. Using the writing prompt, write a flash fiction no longer than 300 words and post it to your page. The Challenge starts on Monday and runs through Sunday each week. Please remember to link your story back to this post so everyone can read your entry.

Prompt-

“This isn’t about you. Not everything is about you.”

Response – JSW Prompt 1-3-2021

The JSW Challenge is open to anybody who wishes to participate. Using the writing prompt, write a flash fiction no longer than 300 words and post it to your page. The Challenge starts on Monday and runs through Sunday each week. Please remember to link your story back to this post so everyone can read your entry.

“So what’ next Thursday? National Murder Day?”
“Ha. No, just a day I have to take care of some business.”

“You’re serious, aren’t you?”
“As that heart-attack.”

“So…. what… are you some kind of assassin?”

“So, no, just a business man with plans.”

“So who are you going to kill? Wait… you mean kill as in killing their business, right?”

A pause. “Yes, Tad, that’s what I meant.”

“Whew! You had me going there for a moment.”

“I did, didn’t I.”

“I mean I really thought you were going to kill somebody on Thursday.”

“Ha. How silly.”

“Right, I mean, really. How stupid can you be?”

“Right, I’d imagine.”

“So… if you were going to kill somebody, who would it be?”

“You, of course.”

“Ha! That’s a good one. Luckily my business has nothing you’d want.”

“That is so true. I guess you are safe then.”

“Lucky me.”

“Indeed.”

“HA! HA! You are so funny! Well, I have to get back to work. See you later, Bill.”

“Later, Tad… Just don’t make any Friday plans!”

Response – JSW Prompt 6-14-2021

The JSW Challenge is open to anybody who wishes to participate. Using the writing prompt, write a flash fiction no longer than 500 words and post it to your page. The Challenge starts on Monday and runs through Sunday each week. Please remember to link your story back to this post so everyone can read your entry.

“You mean there are ponies all the way over there?”

“Yes, I do.”

“But why can’t we see them?”

“Because they are too far away.”

“I want to see the ponies!”

“I know and we will as soon as the boat tour starts.”

“Can we pet the ponies?”

“No, no. They aren’t pets. They are wild.”

“What does wild mean?”
“It means they live on their own and take care of themselves. They aren’t ponies like at the carnival.”

“I want to ride the ponies.”

“We can’t ride theses ponies. They are wild.”

“Can we un-wild them?”

“Tame? No, because these ponies don’t belong to us. They live out here on the Refuge because they is where they belong.”

“Can we take one home?”

“No, they are wild.”

“It could live in my room with me.”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because they are wild and they don’t belong to us.”

“But I want a pony.”

“You have plenty of ponies at home.”

“They are fake.”

“But you enjoy playing with them, don’t you?”

“Uh-huh.”

“So we’ll take pictures of the ponies we see today and you can hang them on your wall to look at when you play with your ponies.”

“I want to see the ponies!”

“I know. The boat is coming.”

“Where is it?”

“I don’t know for sure, but it is coming.”

“Here?”

“Right here.”

“To see the ponies?”

“Yes, to see the ponies.”

“Can I pet the ponies?”

“We already discussed that. No, the ponies are wild.”

“Can I ride the ponies?”

“No, they are wild.”

“I don’t want them to be wild.”

“Well, they are.”

A boat appeared in the distance, gradually growing closer.

“Is that the boat?”

“Yes.”

“Our boat?”

“The tour boat, yes.”

“Is he coming?”

“Yes.”

“Right here?”

“Yes.”

“Can he come faster?”

“No. He knows what he is doing.”

“What if he’s wrong?”

“About what?”

“Coming faster. What if he can?”

“He can’t come any faster.”

“The boat is coming! The boat is coming!”

Yes, please, the boat is coming finally.

The tour boat pulled up to the dock. “Come on aboard,” the old man at the wheel said with a sweep of one hand.  “Captain Jack’s Pony Tours.”

They stepped on board.

“Are we going to see the ponies?”

“Yes,” the old man answered. “There are lots of ponies out today.”

“Can we pet them?”

“Your best view,” the Captain said, “Is going to be from the bow of the boat. The front.”

Cassie dashed off to the bow. Mother followed more slowly.

“Just remember,” Captain Jack said, “you have to stay real quiet or you might scare the ponies back into the brush.”

“Are we going to see ponies?” Cassie whispered.

“Yes, now Shuuuuh.”

The vacation might be salvageable after all.

Retro Thursday 5-20-2021

 BY ATHLING2001

The Little Prince On Essential Matters

“Grown-ups love figures… When you tell them you’ve made a new friend they never ask you any questions about essential matters. They never say to you “What does his voice sound like? What games does he love best? Does he collect butterflies? ” Instead they demand “How old is he? How much does he weigh? How much money does his father make? ” Only from these figures do they think they have learned anything about him.”

It seems to me knowing about butterflies, games, and the sound of somebody’s voice are much more important than knowing a weight, an age or even money.  Money doesn’t make friends, at least not the kind of friends I’d want. Frankly, I hate figures, whither it is a math problem or figuring out my checkbook.  Thank goodness for on-line banking so I no longer have to struggle monthly with the hell of balancing; I do much better checking my account daily and keeping the balance in my head.  That way, my math output is limited and that brings me happiness.

I am proud to say I never questioned my sons about their friend’s parents – unless it was to clarify in my mind I was thinking of the right persons. I never asked about weight or height.  I decided once another boy was not the appropriate friend and, covertly, gave my son’s regrets to his birthday party.  Realistically, my son was 7 or 8 and this boy cursed in ever sentence.  Not something I wanted my child around.

I don’t, however, remember asking about those essential matters.  What does essential mean?  According to the dictionary:

: extremely important and necessary

: very basic

We all know this.  The words isn’t unusual or vague.  But looking at the definition in black and white it struck me that essential matters are extremely important and yet very basic.  Food, clothes, shelter. A purposeful life and the ability to find happiness inside. Our health.  Family. Friends. Love. Peace.

It all boils down to balance.  Is my life balanced? Can I somehow find the fine line between my life, my work and my son’s still living at home.  Am I content in my work? Do I care about butterflies and voices and games?

Yes, yes, I believe I do.

Response JSW 5-3-2021

The JSW Challenge is open to anybody who wishes to participate. Using the writing prompt, write a flash fiction no longer than 500 words and post to your page. The Challenge starts on Monday and runs through Sunday each week. Please remember to link your story back to this post so everyone can read your entry.

The main characters are told that something they have been searching for does not exist.

“Shit.”

“That blows.”

“Are you sure it’s not there?”

“Positive, baby. Look for yourself.”

She scrutinized the paper, turning it over and over as if that might make the thing magically appear.

“But I know I saw it. I know I did!”

“Well. apparently not in this lifetime.”

She tossed down the paper. “That is wrong. I know it. I’ve read it a hundred times, both when I was little and then to the kids.”

“Honey, it’s okay. So the name is different.”

“No the name isn’t different. Why would I remember it wrong?”

“A thousand different reasons, hon. You know how tired you always were at night, getting the kids to bed.”

“I wasn’t that tired.”

“Okay, it doesn’t really matter. It’s the same anyway.”

“No it’s not. Why would my brain remember the wrong name?”

“Why do brains do anything?”

“Don’t give me the runaround, Dan. I’m really worried now about my brain.”

“There is nothing wrong with your brain,” he told her again, gently. “Just because you remember Bereinstein Bears and it’s Bereinstain Bears….”