House as Self – Sunday Writing Challenge

You never know when you might need that 3-inch lug-nut wrench that came with the baby gate I had when my kids were toddling.

“How old are my kids?” you ask.

Well, if you must know, they have children of their own now. All the more reason to hang onto that little tool. Never know when they might need it.

“And the keys?” you ask, “What are they for?”

Well, that black one? That was from my first apartment. Great place that was. Just a block away from downtown. Loved that place. And that tiny one? My very first diary. I still have it…somewhere…I think. The others? I’m not sure. But someone knows. So I keep them around, just in case.

I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking that all of this junk is useless. But I’ll have you know that I’m the first one everyone comes to when they need tape, a pen, a battery or a rubber-band. I can be counted on for a paper clip in a pinch, or a bandaid or one of those adapter thingies that you use to plug a three-pronged plug into a two-pronged outlet.

Junk you say? I know, and you do too, that you would be lost without me, but it’s okay if you don’t want to admit it. You know I’ll always be here if you need me. Remember that next time you need a twist-tie.

~kat

For MindLoveMiserysMenagerie Sunday Writing Prompt:”House as Self”. They say you can tell a lot about a person by the parts of a house that they are drawn to. I find myself reflected not in a particular room or space, but a drawer…a junk drawer to be exact. You know you love me…😉


Cherita – Day 21

mocha frappé morning

a whipped cream and
chocolate syrup on top kind of day

but it’s a temporary fix,
an indulgence giving me a caffeine high
and brain freeze

~kat~


Another Cherita


it’s already old news…

even as streets, like arteries,
hemorrhage children, demanding

the right to see another day…
pious lawmakers hide and wait
for the rage to bleed out

~kat~


Cherita #20

heaven is falling

her wispy canopy
caressing earth

serenaded by birdsong
swelling in the mist,
mourning doves, blue jays, chickadees, cowbirds, and crows

~kat~


Twittering Tale #72 – 20 February 2018 – “Hopewell”

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About the challenge: Each Tuesday I will provide a photo prompt. Your mission, if you choose to accept the challenge, is to tell a story in 280 characters or less. When you write your tale, be sure to let me know in the comments with a link to your tale.

A final note: if you need help tracking the number of characters in your story, there is a nifty online tool that will count for you at charactercountonline.com.

I will do a roundup each Tuesday, along with providing a new prompt. And if for some reason I missed your entry in the Roundup, as I have occasionally done, please let me know. I want to be sure to include your tale.

Finally, have fun!

And REMEMBER…you have 280 characters (spaces and punctuation included), to tell your tale…and a week to do it. I can’t wait to see what you create this week.


Twittering Tales #71 – The Roundup 

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photo prompt by kbhall17 at Pixabay.com

Starting us off…

Oh, I could tell ya’ some stories. I’ve lived here in flat number 1 going on 40 years now. People don’t realize I’m behind this old red-framed door. They’re too busy planning adventures or their next meal. The things I’ve heard! Do you have a minute? I just made tea. Come sit.
(277 Characters)

From Reena at ReInventions:
But
The signs have added on over the years, indicating that tourist inflow to the city has increased. I am happy that a few faces who had migrated to the city for jobs have returned – to find prosperity in their hometown. One face that I cared about is back. But… he is not alone.
(276 characters)

From Lady Lee at Lady Lee Manila:
It’s a Sign
I am happy
That I am here with you
I am happy
With the mountain and the sea
Even with storms we’ve got to go through
The challenges we’ve surpassed, signs that we grew
I am happy
Signs of our lives
This way, that way
As long as we’re together
We’ll find our own way
Signs of our lives
(275 characters)

From Di at Pensitivity101:
‘Follow the sign’ he said.
‘You can’t miss it’.
46 characters

From Jane at Jane Dougherty Writes:
Tacky
The backpackers frowned, not at the plethora of B&Bs but at the street architecture, wondering if there might still be a corner of the planet that was not afflicted with the plague of that particular mass-produced door!

From Fandango at This, That, and the Other:
Analysis Paralysis
Should I go to the castle? Should I visit the cave? Should I stop by the lodge or the B&B?
I could take a hike or take a ferry. I might sniff around at the perfumery & floral center. I might hop on my bicycle and head for the college.
Oh, I’ll just walk to the pub and try to decide.
(279 characters)

From Kathryn at Another Foodie Blogger:
The Sign
The feeling was overwhelming me. I’d hiked long hours and when I finally made it to town, my brain and body was telling me I could wait no longer. I could barely read the signposts in front of me to point the way. In desperation, I knocked on the door. “CAN I USE YOUR BATHROOM??”

“I told the mayor, Mrs Finigan I did.”Said Aylish Mehon, crossing her arms. “Those damn Murphy boys have repositioned each and every sign. Last night! I told Sean to go out and stop them. But no he’d not leave his bed! Now no one will know their Aillwee’s Cave from Frank’s Pub”
(280 Characters)

From Michael at Morpethroad:
Only in Ireland
The tourist asked the way to Cregan’s Castle.
I said go to the end of the street and turn right.
At the post office turn right.
Then at Shannon’s Hotel turn right.
The tourist said if I do all that I’ll end up here.
That’s right I said, the Castle is just across the way.
(Characters 268)

From Leena at Soul Connection:
Confusion
Here..No No There..Nooo.Ummm Yesss..May Be That Side…Ugghh…Ohh It’s So Confusing.
(‘Seems Lost’ He Thought Wtchng Her Lng Tym)
“Excuse Me. Can I Help You”
“Ohh Yes. Can You Plz Tell Me Whr Can I Place My Sign Board Here?
(Place For Signboard?Here?Is She OK?)
“Carry On..Good Luck.”

From Peter at Peter’s Pondering:
It’s a Sign
Max was a rogue!
Everyone said he would probably end up in jail!
He stole the signs over many years and added them to the posts.
No-one cared that they weren’t relevant, but tourists came in their thousands to take selfies.
Max, in his successful ice cream parlour, next door, smiled!
(280 characters)

From Isabel at Isabel Caves:

Gregan’s Castle
When I knocked on the door of Gregan’s Castle I never expected to end up living here. I didn’t believe the rumours about the strange owner either. It’s OK though – I’m never hungry, and I’ve always liked bats. When it comes down to it, being a vampire isn’t all that bad.
(271 characters)

Thank you everyone who played along this week. Twittering Tales about a stack of quirky signs turned out to be just what the doctor ordered to lighten the news of the day. I hope this week finds you well.

This week’s photo Prompt by Leigh Heasley at Pexels.com is a mystery. Is this a destination or just a sight along the way? Hope to see what you think at next week’s roundup. Peace to you…

Twittering Tale #72 – 20 February 2018 – “Hopewell”

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Photo prompt by Leigh Heasley at Pexels.com

He tapped the steering wheel absentmindedly. She leaned against the door, face pressed against the glass, when a stone column caught her eye, “Hopewell”.

“More like hopeless,” she thought.

He broke the silence, “We could adopt…”

“Really?” she slid over, leaning into him.

(276 Characters)

~kat


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