Response – JSW Prompt 6-14-2021

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“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.

JSW Prompt 6-7-2021

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Response JSW Prompt 5-31-2021

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Sand on her toes. This was the place to be. Wide wind-swept beach, just her and a single gull braving the sand and the wind and the chill. Anywhere to have her toes in the sand. She used to dream about diving into the ocean and turning into a dolphin, swimming far out into the sea until the land was gone and she was truly a creature of the deep. Or maybe a seagull flying over the waves, tumbling and turning, flying far from the shore and all which was familiar.

Beyond the breakers, the sea rose rough and ragged, rushing the shore with an angry roar, cold cutting into her limbs and face. She often imagined she was other people.

He’s said he would come, but he wouldn’t. She knew he wouldn’t. Had known he wouldn’t and hadn’t let the hurt inside. She wouldn’t let it in now.

Her phone rang. Once. Twice, but she let it be. With him, no answer was always better than any answer and besides, she had no wish to speak to him. Talking was done. She had come to the beach to move on.

Lying her notebook beside her chair, she rose, scaring the seagull into sudden flight. Walking to the edge of the surf, she waded into the sea, moving slow and deliberate, happy. When the sea reached chest-deep, she took a deep breath, glanced once more up at the cloudy sky, and dived into the waves. With a flip of her tail, she was gone.

JSW Prompt – 5-31-2021

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JSW Prompt – 5-24-2021

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Response – JSW 5-17-2021

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They stood on the sidewalk, traffic whizzing behind them, staring out at the slow-moving river. “We could tube down the river,” she said, excited about the possibility.

“Maybe we could go riding.”

“That would be fun, too.”

“How about the Children’s Museum?”

“Yeah, maybe later.”

“We could go to the Speedway, just to say we’ve been.”

“We could go swimming.”

“We could get more donuts from that donut shop.”

“How about taking a tour of the city?”

The river swung beneath them, promising forever. In the end, they went back home and watched a movie. Tomorrow, they would find something exciting to do. And tomorrow and tomorrow. And then next year.

Little did she know the lies of the river. He was dead before she ever came back.

JSW Prompt 5-17-2021

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Response – JSW 5-10-2021

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Don’t have many of those any more. Memories, I mean. Got lost somewhere in my mind and they were gone.

Course, my mind is gone, too, so it wasn’t any surprise. But I miss them. Wish I knew what I was like as a six-year old, a twenty-year old, fifty. I’m 101 now, lots of memories gone. Sometimes memories, or the lack of them, are the worst form of torture.

You young folks don’t believe me, I know, but wait until you’re my age. Wish I could remember my wife. Assuming I had one. Maybe I was alone the whole time. If that was the case, I’m glad I don’t remember.

The attendant come up to say it’s time for dinner. I don’t want it. Why eat when you don’t remember it after it’s done?

But I gotta eat otherwise they fuss and fret and threaten. They say I’ve done that before, not eating. Called it a hunger strike, but, course, I don’t remember.

Bet I did some good things in life. Least I hope so. I’d like to be remembered as a good man. Remembered… huh.

Hilarious. Maybe no body else remembers anything either.

“Come on, Mr Connelly, dinner is waiting.” he starts pushing my chair.

Guess my name is Connelly. I wish they call me by my first name. I’d like to know that before I die.

“What were you doing over there, Mr. Connelly?”

“Over where?”

“There, by the window.”

“Nothing.”

“You looked like you were talking to yourself.”

“Phaw…. I ain’t gone that far.”

JSW 5-10-21

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