#FridayFictioneers – Festiva a’ Brellas

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

The Festiva a’ Brellas was Susan’s favorite fest.  As a child she attended with her parents, but now she was a woman of age.  This year she could try all the colorful drinks she had witnessed her parents partake.  The ones with the brellas in ’em.

Dressed in her favorite new gown, colorful as the festival brellas, she stepped with friends into the night.  They would dance, sing, and perhaps do some kissing before the night was through.

***

Stumbling to the toilet, hands clasped over her mouth, she fell to knees vomiting forth the colorful brella drinks.

Colorful no more.

WC:  100

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#WeekendCoffeeShare – Hurricane Florence

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If we were having coffee, I’d tell you how happy I am that the power is still on.  Yes, the wind is blowing and the rain is coming down, so let’s not count our chickens before they hatch or anything like that, but there is hope!  There is after all, a hurricane on the doorstep, but we have coffee (hot) and Jimmy Buffett playing in the background, so it’s best not to waste the time we have.

I have some nice Community Coffee brewing in the kitchen now since I finished off the first pot already.  It’s been that kind of morning.  I suppose its been that way for the past couple of days really.

Ah, there’s the coffee pot beep, letting me know that the new pot is done.  Shall we go fill our cups and then talk a spell?

This week has been a typical hurricane week.  There was the whole, maybe it’s gonna miss us after all, then the maybe not, the trips to the grocery to grab supplies, and the battening down of the proverbial hatches before the storm blows in.  Nothing new really, but always a hassle all the same.

You do what you can do before the storm hits, and then if you decide not to evacuate, you hope for the best.  I guess that hoping for the best holds true even if you do evacuate, but you know what I mean.  We are a little off the coast so we don’t normally evacuate.

Work shut down because of the storm, so I’ve been trying to use the time as wisely as possible, writing as much as I can while there is little else to do.  I’ve made a couple post so far, a #FridayFictioneers and Episode 8 in the Warriors serial, and did a bit more writing than that to boot.

If the power stays on, that should help the flow of words.  If it doesn’t, I’m prepared with a notebook, but other things may take priority if we’re in the dark.  Fingers crossed that doesn’t happen and if it does that it won’t last long.

On the fitness front, I had the best workout in a long while yesterday.  It started with 30 minutes on the stepper machine.  The calf is still too bummed to allow running, and the stepper is more work on the quads than the calves, so it is my only really cardio option for now.  After that was done, the weather was still nice, so I headed outside to do the crossfit workout Cindy which consist of AMRAP (As Many Rounds As Possible) of 5 pull-ups, 10 push-ups, and 15 air squats in 20 minutes.  I managed 12 rounds.

I’m encouraged by yesterday’s workout and look forward to what’s next.  Running is still probably another three weeks away if I’m realistic and patient enough to allow myself to heal fully.  The calf still swells some, still gives some pain if stepped wrong, and is a constant source of concern, but it’s getting better day by day.  I’m massaging, foam rolling, and icing it as much as I can in an attempt to speed the healing process.  That I can do some form of cardio now should help pacify my urge to go pound out the miles, so that’s good.

Wow I’ve rambled on!  I should probably let you go, and fix myself another cup of this good hot coffee.  Keep us and all the others along the east coast in your thoughts and prayers.  Things aren’t as bad as we feared, but that doesn’t mean there’s not some rough stuff going on out there as a result of the storm.

If you are in the storm, stay safe!  I want to see you back next week for coffee, and we can talk about how we’re getting back to normal.  Hope everyone has the best week they can have, see you next week!


 

#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!

Warriors – Episode 8

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

Previous episodes can be found here.


Colt’s Decision

Colt lay alone staring into the darkness of the small room above the forge he once shared with two others. The room felt almost large now that the two other apprentices, Jare and Tom, had gone. He had room to stretch out, or walk around stretching without stepping on another. Colt missed Tom often, but never Jare who was mean as a snake and often earned him and Tom beatings or beat them himself.

***

Tom had been a good worker, friend, and confidant. It shouldn’t have been a surprise that morning when Colt woke to find Tom gone. He had said often enough that he wanted to leave, that they could leave together, whispering to Colt in the dark so low that Jare couldn’t hear. Colt never thought he would go. Had hoped that he would not, being scared to go along, selfishly fearing what would happen to him if Tom did go. And then one morning, he realized his fears. Continue reading “Warriors – Episode 8”

#FridayFictioneers – The Hunt

PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

Phina surveyed her kingdom from the tower window as the blade wind pushed chestnut hair back from her sunlit face.  A seemingly perfect day in the kingdom.

There was no sign of the beast.  Maybe it slept the morning away after stalking the kingdom all night.  An opportunity to hunt the beast and rid her kingdom of it once and for all.

Down from the tower, bow strung, Phina moved slow to the beast’s feeding ground in the cold porcelain desert where it slept.

An arrow disappeared into the beast’s fur.  It’s eyes fluttered open, and looked into her’s.

WC:  99


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#WeekendCoffeeShare – Service

If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that I am so very frustrated with this Jeep Patriot that I bought a few years ago for my daughter. What we thought would be a good vehicle for her has turned out poorly.

So here I am on a beautiful Saturday morning sitting in the service lobby, but there is coffee, so we may as well help ourselves while we wait. Continue reading “#WeekendCoffeeShare – Service”

#FridayFictioneers – Moon Bathing

Kennesaw toweled off, stepped from the shower and into the small living space of the apartment.  Mother Moon, brighter tonight than he had seen in centuries called to him.

Soon, her powers would pour once more into him and his kind.  The prophecy was at hand. His aged, weak, wrinkled body would be reborn strong in the night again.

Pushing the glass door to the balcony wide, he stepped out, arms raised high, pale skin aglow in her glorious light.

“Put some clothes on freak!”

Kennesaw covered himself and scurried back inside. They laugh now, but soon they will pay.

wc:  100


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#WeekendCoffeeShare – College Football is Back!

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If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that College Football is back and I’m ready for it.  I’m up this morning, drinking my coffee and waiting for kickoff.  Won’t you have a cup?  There’s a pot of freshly brewed Peet’s Dark Roast just waiting to be poured.  We can also get you some tea or iced coffee, but that stuff in the pot is really good.  You should give it a shot! Continue reading “#WeekendCoffeeShare – College Football is Back!”