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Sunday, April 13, 2014

A Moment on the Beach With Bella (Inspiration Monday)

The InMon Prompts:
COST OF LIVING
EARTH EATER
ORANGE JUMPSUIT
UNREAD
SECOND BEST

Stephanie has me thinking about putting these Inspiration Monday prompts into 50 words. But 50 words is so few to craft a complete thought out of, let alone a story (though she really did it well). Perhaps I can start with 100 and whittle my way down.

Here's this week's cluster of prompts in  A Moment on the Beach With Bella in at 100: 

Bella wiped a bead of sweat from her forehead as she set the unread, second best book back on her beach towel. With the cost of living soaring, she did not understand why there were not more red hump earth eater's sifting sand under the water along the long peninsula, or why the orange jumpsuit wearing prisoners were not clearing out broken glass and bits of trash that trailed along the edge of the shoreline. In her mind it was simple, there were plenty of things that needed to be done, and plenty of people that needed to be doing. 

k~

Monday, April 7, 2014

The Bottom of It (Inspiration Monday)



NEW FACE

UP THE DRAIN

COMPLIMENTARY COMPLIMENTS

THROUGH THE WINDSHIELD

DIFFICULTY SWALLOWING

I found this week's prompts to be particularly insightful. 
Unravel the words if you will to get to:

 The Bottom of It

She climbed inside his mind,
up the drain and through the windshield
where particles rested on
complimentary compliments
pressed into the throat
of a new face.
She still had difficulty swallowing
his truth.
 2014 k~



Saturday, March 29, 2014

Coffee and Flight (Master Class)



Coffee and Flight
Quentin toppled over himself as he struggled to find his balance on the top of the roof. More and more often he was having blackouts that landed him in precarious places. As he peered over the edge, he recognized one of the buildings several blocks over and knew immediately that he was in LA, but he had no idea how he got there. He brushed the dust from his knees and elbows and took the stairs down to the main entrance.
"Good day Sir," the doorman said with familiarity.
"And a good day to you," Quentin replied.
The sun burned through his foggy sense of himself as he crossed the street to the coffee shop.
"I'd like a…"
"Oh, I know what you like Mr. Spradley, three shots of espresso with no frills," the barista said as he turned to put the coffee on the counter for him.
"Thank you," Quentin pulled the coffee to his mouth hoping that as he woke, this Twilight Zone feeling would dissipate.  
Quentin knew the streets of LA and he particularly enjoyed sitting on the grass in front of the High School, though he had been chased off a time or two for being suspicious, and with good reason, a man of his age ought to find a better place to hang out than in front of the high school. Still, it was a place that was somewhat quiet during the daylight hours in a city that always had an undercurrent of activity going on. If it looked like he would be chased off, he would transfer to the Library across the street.
Quentin finished his coffee and things were starting to feel a bit more real to him. Though he could not shake the nagging feeling that he was supposed to be doing something important. He dropped the coffee cup into a trash bin and headed downtown. Just before he rounded the corner on West Pine, he heard a child cry. The hair on the back of his neck stood up, but he could not see anyone in distress. His whole body began to tingle, he felt that Twilight Zone feeling coming back. A bright red SUV turned the corner, at the same time a woman driving a little blue Prius had a heart attack and stepped on the gas. There was an infant in the backseat crying. Quentin's mouth formed the words "STOP" but neither driver could hear him. He ran into the middle of the road just as the cars struck each other. He did not have time to realize that even though he was standing in the middle of mashed metal, his body was not harmed. He unbuckled the infant, and tucked him into his arms, "loosening his tie with one hand, Quentin stepped out into the cold clear winter air and flew" (Les Grossman) the infant to safety.







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Tuesday, March 25, 2014

Just Shy of MIschief (Inspiration Monday)

Inspiration Monday Challenge


Here are the rules according to Steph: "Want to share your Inspiration Monday piece? Post it on your blog and then give me the link in the comments below (I’ll also love you more if you link back to me); I’ll include a link to your piece in the next Inspiration Monday post. No blog? Email your piece to me at stephanie (at) bekindrewrite (dot) com. (I do reserve the right to NOT link to a piece as stated in my Link Discretion Policy.)"

And last, but not least, the prompts:
SILENT CONVERSATION
CANDY FROM A GROWNUP
LET’S PLAY DROP
PINS AND KNITTING NEEDLES
NEW KIND OF MAGIC

I decided to use them all, in my first ever Inspiration Monday tale.

Just Shy of Mischief 


My friend Alexander, yelled from his upstairs window "let's play drop," as he tossed the basketball out of his window in my direction. With deft hands I moved the ball into a dribble, across the street, and into the hoop. 

Alex was a fun friend, we did all kinds of things when we got together and he was really good at standing on the edge of mischief without getting us in trouble, most of the time. This game of "drop" was kind of like parkour without having to climb walls and scale buildings, the basketball did it for us. We usually started by warming up at the courts and then we would head downtown. 

As we were walking through the unusually quiet streets, we came upon a man who had one of those little carts we would see set up with chili dogs or something, but this man did not have chili dogs, he had cotton candy, licorice, and little hard candies on his cart. He stopped us to talk as we were going by him, and I nudged Alex in the ribs. He knew we were not supposed to talk to strangers and especially downtown. We were not even supposed to be downtown. 

"It's starting to rain, do you two want to take some candy with you?" the Candy Man asked.

"No, we don't have any money," Alex said.

I could see these little round balls that looked like some kind of monster eyeball. "What are these?" I asked and pointed at the same time.

"Those are eye drops, made of sugar" he said. 

"They look so real," Alex added.

"It is a very old recipe that has been in our family for hundreds of years," the candy man said. He caught Alex's eyes and smiled. "They're magic eye drops. If you eat just one it will show you a path that you cannot find without it."

Alex could not take his eyes off of the Candy Man. I bumped his arm and he just kept staring. 

There was a silent conversation taking place that had me on pins and knitting needles. I knew I was not supposed to accept candy from a grownup, but I really wanted to taste a new kind of magic, so I slid the little eye drop into my mouth and smiled. 

"Thanks mister, we've got to go now," I said and pulled on Alex. "Let's go Alex."

Alex popped one of the candy eye drops in his mouth and we started walking away. The rain started to come down faster and faster, until it was soaking us. The clouds got dark, and blocked out the sun. It was too early for the street lights to come on, but I was wishing that they would. 

When we finally got back to our street, the rain had stopped, but we were soaking wet. We wondered if the crazy shift in weather had anything to do with the Candy Man's magick eye drops, but we would never be sure. We were both glad to be home. 

"Catch up with you again tomorrow ?" Alex asked as he headed into his apartment building.

"I'll be here." I said as I shot the basketball through the hoop once more, and back to Alex. 

We always had interesting adventures together, just shy of mischief.

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