#WeekendCoffeeShare – Writing Accountability

wp-image-1093036968If we were having coffee, I’d wish you and very happy Easter, and offer you a nice cup of freshly brewed Seattle’s Best coffee.  In the event that coffee is not you thing, I’ve got some green tea, apple cider (I may have some of that later), or the ole standard, water.  I’m sure we can get you hooked up with some kind of sipping beverage that goes along well with conversation and music. Continue reading “#WeekendCoffeeShare – Writing Accountability”

#FridayFictioneers – Nobody’s Fault

PHOTO PROMPT © Fatima Fakier Deria

“Pull over Butch.  This is the spot,” Ray said ignoring his passenger.

Brakes squealed over the low engine hum and gravel crunch as the long black sedan pulled to a stop.

Ray pushed open his door and stepped out.  “Let’s go,” he said looking over his shoulder.  “You wanted to talk?  Well, now’s your chance.”

Sly opened his own door and slunk over to the table beneath the great oak.  He didn’t know how many were buried here, just that it was a lot.

They sat.

“It wasn’t my fault, Boss.”

“I know,” Ray said.  “It’s Nobody’s fault.  It always is.”

WC:  100

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First Nice Day, Stuck at Work (Time to Play)

The sun is finally out,
But not me, I'm in.
Can't be sure,
But this may be a sin.

Oh, the pull of a sun-soaked day,
Fighting the urge to go out to play.

Somehow, someway,
It doesn't seem fair.
Somehow I doubt,
The bosses really care.

And so we sit and waste away,
While counting down 'til it's time to play.


#WeekendCoffeeShare – A Time to Work

cappuccino on tableIf we were having coffee, I would tell you that I was absent from the Coffee Share last week.  Then, I would pour us both a cup and tell you why.  Really though, it wasn’t a big deal, just work.  We had some annual stuff going on that set me to working 12 straight 12 plus hour nights.  Then I’d tell you that last night was my last night for the foreseeable future, (maybe until next year) and so I’m opting to stay up until night rolls round again before sleeping.  Keep the coffee coming please.

We can wait for our breakfast while we finish off this first cup.  I dreamed of a bagel with peanut butter and honey spread on the way home, but alas the bagels were old.  I tossed them out, scavenged the cabinets and found nothing.  The freezer had an option though.  An option that I took in the form of a nice thin crust pizza.   Continue reading “#WeekendCoffeeShare – A Time to Work”

#FridayFictioneers – Road’s Closed

PHOTO PROMPT © Björn Rudberg

“Road’s closed,” George huffed, slipping his pack off and tossing it. He settled beside it and pulled a canteen free. “Guess we’re heading back.”

“We can’t. Look at all that nature.” Riley gestured out beyond the horizon, his voice panicked. “No way can we turn back now.”

George pulled hard from the canteen and nodded. “You may be right.”

Riley grinned. “I knew you’d…”

“Hold on,” George interrupted. “You’ve got fifteen minutes to take pictures or whatever. Then I’m heading back.”

Riley stomped off. There was no sense in arguing.

Walking back, George considered driving back to get his sign.

WC: 100

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#FridayFictioneers – Squatching


Brittle brown winter grass crunched beneath the Captain’s booted feet as he stepped from the cruiser and cast a skeptical eye over the scene.

“Sir,” a young man called from down the incline .

The captain cut in. “Why detective, am I in the middle of nowhere?”

“It’s Sarah. She’s gone.”

“Oh come on. She does this sort of thing.”

“Not like this.  She would never leave her camera,” he replied exasperated. “And besides that, the photos.”

“Photos?” the captain questioned. “Was she Squatching again?”

The detective slowly shook his head.  “Yeah, and she may have had some luck this time.”

WC:  100

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Along the Paseo

Won't you sit with me,
On the patio.
Perhaps we could walk,
Along the paseo.

Either way,
It would be nice to talk.
Small or large,
I'll be sure not to balk.

Stop along and smell the flowers,
Sitting 'neath tall trees.
Listening to beautiful music,
Of the chirping chick-a-dees.

Won't you walk with me?
Talk with me?
Be with me?

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