#WeekendCoffeeShare – Less than Motivated

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If we were having coffee, I’d offer you a nice hot cup of Seattle’s Best, fresh brewed right here.  I’ll take mine black and strong, but I’ve got some milk if you would like, and for sweetness, we have local honey.  I may just doctor up a second cup with milk and honey in a few, just to see what all the fuss is about.  We also have tea, and the always good water if you would prefer that.

For music tonight, we have Alanis Morissette singing her moody tunes not too loud to interfere with good conversation.  I always liked her music, except for that last album we bought, but I can’t remember its name.  Regardless, she put out multiple albums that I can sing-a-long to. The fact that her music moved away from me at some point, is immaterial. Good is good is good. Continue reading “#WeekendCoffeeShare – Less than Motivated”

#FridayFictioneers – The Party’s Over

The Johnson’s checked out early Sunday morning to return home in preparation for the week ahead.

“What a weekend,” Ronny yawned to his wife as he unlocked the door and swung it open.  The stench hit them full in the face.

PHOTO PROMPT © Yvette Prior

“What the…,” Fran exclaimed peering over Ronny’s shoulder.  She couldn’t believe her eyes as Lil Ron lay passed out on the couch amid a mess of bottles, overflowing ash trays, and was that vomit on her new carpet!

Ronny took it all in before stomping over to his son.  “Wake up boy,” he shook him roughly, “The party’s over.”

WC:  100


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#WeekendCoffeeShare – Running Behind, but Running All The Same

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If we were having coffee, I’d say that I didn’t really know what to say.  Then I’d offer you a nice cup ‘o joe and we could laze about, sipping coffee and talking about things.  Of course, if coffee is not your thing, I could offer you some tea, milk, or water.  We drink mostly water here, but there are occasions where other things are drank.  Other things like coffee, which is consumed daily, at least when I’m around.

I’ve spent the last two weeks in NC.  The first was vacation, the second was work.  The two trips were about as opposite as they could have been.  The first was in the mountains, while the second was on the coast, and of’course there is the difference of fun versus work.  Not that all the work was bad, it just wasn’t vacation.

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Warriors – Episode 6

 

This was written as only a part of a larger story delivered weekly in a serial format.

Previous episodes:  Episode 1, Episode 2, Episode 3, Episode 4, Episode 5

Riders at Dusk

Chunks of carrot and potato fell from Fallon’s knife, joining the herbs, and seasoned meat in the stew-pot as the broth boiled.  The smell infused the small house.  It wouldn’t be long before the aroma reached Raelle outside.

Winter was fast approaching, replacing the life giving rains of summer that rolled off the slopes of the Storm Mountains with a chill that would soon turn the valley and village white.

The crack of wood splitting sounded from outside.  Raelle now insisted on doing the most strenuous chores, claiming that it was good for her training with sword and shield, and refusing his help whenever he offered.  It was an adjustment that Fallon made with a struggle, but there was work enough to keep them both busy on the farm.  Even if his daughter had taken most of what he considered the man’s chores from him.  It was his job to care for his daughter, and if that meant allowing her to be strong, then that was what he would do.  And she was strong. Stronger even than him now, though her lean body didn’t show it.

He was proud of his daughter.  She was strong, beautiful, and could take care of herself.  But how had it happened.  It seemed like yesterday she was begging him in the Village Shoppe for a shield they had no need for.  A smile split his face as the memory lingered. His little girl.  That was so long ago, but seemed only a few days.  That little girl was now a young woman that pulled the eye of every boy in the village, many of whom had had their feelings, or worse, hurt when they tried calling on Raelle a bit too exuberantly.  Best of all, Fallon had done none of the hurting himself.

Raelle added the wood to the stack, looking over it at the mountains in the distance. There was enough there for three winters already, but she liked the feel of the ax in her hands and the cool winds that blew down the mountain slopes wicking the sweat from her skin.

The sun dipped low, turning chill air cold and casting long shadows over Raelle as the large crescent ax fell.  It stuck into a green piece of hardwood with a thud.  She began to pull it free as the clop, clop of hooves sounded on the road.

She watched two cloaked figures ride slowly past from the cover of the shadowed woodpile.  They worried her every time they rode past, which was more often now than ever.  She had spied them out three times that week alone, always at dusk or later and hiding behind dark cloaks.

The smell of her father’s stew reached her.  Her stomach volunteered a noise as the figures disappeared down the shadowed road. She wished, not for the first time, that they lived further from the road and wondered if she had been the only one to smell the cooking.

Raelle pushed the door open and leaned the ax against the frame before going to the wash basin in one corner of the small house to clean up.

“Bringing the ax in again?” Fallon asked.  “Everything alright?”

“Saw those riders again.  They make me nervous.”

“I would imagine you have more to worry about from the village boys.  Hope you don’t take the ax to them though.  Their fathers are hard enough to deal with without that,” he chuckled through his graying beard.

“I like having the ax close.  It’s the best weapon we have if something were to happen.”

That was true enough Fallon supposed.  He had not been able to secure Raelle a real sword.  She learned the sword with poor wooden imitations of the real thing.  Even after several decent harvest, the funds just weren’t there, so Fallon taught her everything about the sword he new with what they had. Raelle adapted it to the ax as best she could so as to have a real weapon if she needed it.

“One of these days,” Fallon said smiling, “you’re going to have to pick one of those hay-brained boys and settle down.  I’m getting to be an old man, and you have a life of your own to live.”

She wrinkled her nose at the thought.  “For now, I’ll settle down with a nice bowl of stew.  It smells wonderful, and I’m starved.”

They sat and bowed over steaming wooden bowls thick with meat, carrot, and potato.  “Thank the ones above for the Spring and Summer Rains, the Fall Harvest, and the strength to pass the test of Winter.  All said.”

“All said,” Raelle repeated as they caught the sound of a horse’s whinny.

Fallon looked at his daughter as she moved toward the ax.

The door burst from the hinges, spraying splinters across the room.  Raelle fell back, splinters digging into her face and arms. Two figures stepped through the ruined doorway.


This is the sixth installment of a serial lovingly named Warriors.  It is my goal to have a new episode every week.  So far I’ve met the every week goal, but I’ve slipped a few days here and there putting the post close to the next week.  It will happen eventually, I know.  Please bear with me if I’m not as punctual as I would like.  Another portion will be posted soon with a target word count between 500 and 1,000.

If you missed the previous episodes, I have links at the top of this post!

I hope you enjoyed this portion of our story!  I look forward to seeing you as we continue the journey and welcome any comments you may have.

Thanks for visiting!

#FridayFictioneers – Ready To Go

PHOTO PROMPT © Ronda Del Boccio

Rob lifted his head above the top step and looked through the planters at his old life before laying back again in a spreading pool of blood.

Jen screamed nonstop curses from the window above as he lay there, his life leaking onto the brick.  She threw his phone.  Plastic and glass shattered inches from his head, peppering his face.

So much for calling 9-1-1, he thought closing his eyes.  It would be over soon.  Will that be so bad.  

Curses fell from above like rain along with drawers full of his clothes.

I’m ready go anyway, he thought.  So ready.

WC:  100


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#WeekendCoffeeShare – Getting Older

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If we were having coffee, we’d be sipping the dregs here at the hotel.  It’s not good, or hot, and so I’m skipping the coffee tonight.  We could run to the Starbucks down the street, but if it’s all the same to you, I think I’ll stick here until you get back.  I’m pretty tired.  And yes, you’re right that coffee would probably help with that, I’m just not motivated enough to go get it.

We ran the Spartan Race today, and it was a tough, wet, muddy course here in Asheville.  Honestly, we’ve run tough, wet, muddy courses before, but today I suffered. (more than normal)  I am getting older, so maybe that’s what it is.  I have been nursing a couple of nagging injuries, so that could have contributed as well, but whatever it is, I’m sure I don’t like it.  There is another race tomorrow, but after today, I think I’ll be laying out.  My daughter will still be racing, and I will cheer her on.  That’s the plan, though it is a sad one.

Oh, can we go back to Starbucks and their coffee for a minute.  Sorry about that, I’m just sitting here, and one of my pains is related to just that, so I thought I’d mention it.  Think about this, you go by the Starbucks in the morning when their coffee is fresh and hot, get a nice large cup of black coffee and head down the road.  Then, picking the cup up from the top because the cup holder is built low in the console, you spill the whole thing in your lap.  Ouch!  I like hot coffee, but I’ll admit to wishing it was a little cooler that morning.

So I’ll spectate tomorrow, apply antibiotic ointment to my burns and cheer on my daughter!  Sounds like a good day.

Hope you all have a good week and are able to keep your coffee in your cup until you are ready to drink it!


#WeekendCoffeeShare is an informal weekly link-up that serves as something of a mind-dump for the week.  If there are typos and what-not found here, I apologize, but mind-dump.  I don’t do a lot of editing here as I like that it is more a stream of consciousness type post, normally written while drinking coffee, listening to music, and reflecting on the week gone by.

It is hosted by Eclectic Alli. Check out her post for the week and maybe post a share of your own!

#FridayFictioneers – Healing Table

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

Aunt Mabel was the best healer ever.  She was constantly mixing things, whatever it was that grew in her garden on her table that wasn’t really a table at all.  It was more of stuff stacked on stuff, but it was her table and her most prized possession.

Whenever we would get a cut or scrape, she would grind away, rub her concoction on the wound, and in no time, we would be right again.

Maybe that’s why I’ve come back here at the end, looking for some of that old magic.

I fear even Aunt Mabel couldn’t help now.

WC:  100


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