#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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#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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#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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#FridayFictioneers – A Good Husband

PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz

Frank was a good husband.  He loved his wife of 44 years, his family, and the time they spent together, mostly on the water.

Maude held him close, as she and her boys stepped on the boat lined dock.  Memories floated up through the waters of time, and filled her eyes with tears.

Her boys hugged her tight until they came to Frank’s Joy, where they helped her board.

Dark water lapped beneath as they dangled feet over the bow, talked of good times, and laughed until Maude pulled the top from the urn.

“Goodbye my love.”

WC:  96


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#FridayFictioneers – The Wall

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

“Is this safe?”  Todd looked at his brother who lay on the roof with the rifle.

“Sure.  There’s the wall.  It would take a ton of them to get through.  I’ve only ever seen a dozen a day.  And when I see ’em…”  Gabe squeezed the trigger.

Crack!!!  The rifle reported, Todd covered his ears, and across the wall a zombie’s skull exploded.  It took two steps before falling.

“High five little bro.”

Todd slapped his hand and pointed to the treeline.  “Gabe, the trees are moving.”

Countless zombies tumbled out of the trees.

Gabe exhaled and chambered another round.

WC:  100


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#WeekendCoffeeShare – Palmerton

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If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that I hurt, and that I’m ready to be home again.  We should make it home today sometime, but I’m not sure when I’ll stop hurting.  This morning we’d be sitting in the Hampton Inn as the rest of the family snoozes a few more minutes, drinking there coffee, juice, tea, what have you, before we head back out on the road.  I’ve just got to be careful not to drink too much, considering that we’ll be on the road and all.

It feels like we’ve been on the road for forever.  Leaving Thursday after work to head towards Palmerton Pennsylvania, we made it as far as Richmond Virginia.  Then the next day, we continued, hitting all kinds of traffic and pushing what should have been 5 to 6 hours to more like 8.  But we made it.  Then we ate and slept, got up early, and ran the Spartan Super at the Blue Mountain Ski Resort Saturday.  (That’s where all the hurt came in.)  Continue reading “#WeekendCoffeeShare – Palmerton”