Dust

Dust in the Eyes
by Robert Frost (and Patty)

If, as they say, some dust thrown in my eyes
Will keep my talk from getting overwise,
I’m not the one for putting off the proof.
Let it be overwhelming, off a roof
And round a corner, blizzard snow for dust,
And blind me to a standstill if it must.

So, go ahead, scatter dust,
I will not argue, if you must.
My sight will see beyond the haze
And stare back, with defiant gaze.
There are none so blind who will not see,
That is, everyone, except for me.

 

 

Flicker of Inspiration Linkup #51: Now What?

Your prompt this week was to write a story that begins after the established end of a different story that already exists. For example, you could write about what happens after Thelma and Louise go for their last drive together – granted, they might not be in that story, but the fallout of that scene is probably full of potential drama.

 

Well, I cheated a bit with this prompt.  Forgive me.

For the past few days, I’ve spent hours re-writing the endings to various stories, movies or books and nothing, absolutely nothing, worked.  Just call me creatively-challenged on this one but remember to be kind.  Okay?

Since I enjoy the works of Robert Frost, I borrowed one of his poems and expanded on it a bit.  I just hope that by doing so I don’t end up in writer’s jail.

I did my best.

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The Ultimate F-word

Milestone….An important event, as in a person’s career, the history of a nation, or the advancement of knowledge in a field; a turning point.

Hmmm.  Well, today does mark a very important event.  The Lightning and the Lightning Bug’s  50th Flicker of Inspiration link-up.  Historical in the world of blogging and something that has contributed greatly to my personal advances in the field of knowledge.  Now, everyone who is a part of this terrific site looks ahead with anticipation as we turn towards the next milestone of 100 and beyond.

So, what to write about that fits this event?  The Ultimate F-Word, of course!

F = Flicker

F = Fabulous

F = Friends

F = Fifty

Okay, I’ve run out of applicable F-words that all add up to what this topic should be about…a Milestone and if there is something worthwhile that I can share in the way of an accomplishment or a goal that I’ve achieved… I’ve come up empty, folks.

Except for a major step in my life that took place yesterday, Mother’s Day.   Does this count? 

Take a deep breath and promise you won’t feel all kinds of envious while you sit, at the edge of your seat, waiting to read.

I cleaned closets….mine and the hubs!

I know, I know.  Hey, for both of us it was a milestone, please don’t laugh!  There probably isn’t one of you who does not have clothes going back to the 80’s that you think just might come back into fashion.  Right?  Come on now, fess-up!  Faded  jeans with a hole in the knee that are perfect for gardening or just hanging-out; so soft and comfy that they’ve been in your wardrobe for at least twelve years.  Other jeans that look best with one pair of boots, low-rise, mid-rise, high-rise and the ones that you have to lie down, flat on your back  in order to zip.    Sweaters, with shoulder pads that make you look like a quarterback.  Coats that will keep you toasty warm when Winter returns but have holes in the pockets or a broken zipper that you’ve been meaning to get replaced.  T Shirts, all colors, some with advertising or from concerts,  a few with big stains that would make great dust rags…if you ever remember to cut the damn things up!  Special occasion outfits that have been worn just once, only to become this old thing, crammed in between other forgotten misfit clothing.

Well, that accumulation of selective clothes-amnesia, compounded by wishful thinking, is bagged and ready for a Goodwill donation.

This was a major step in re-organizing, and NO, I’m not a hoarder, not by any means.  Well, the hubs is, in a way.  He refused to part with his Softball uniform…from 25 years ago or seven heavy jackets that he wears when he’s snowplowing (not all at once).  Dude…we had one major snowfall in New York last year.  One.  Bag them!  

And so this was my one small turning point, a half-milestone at least.  Now I can go shopping with a very clear conscience!

Ohhhh, just kidding.  Lighten up, will ya?

Flicker of Inspiration Linkup #50: Milestone

Time to link up for the 50th Flicker of Inspiration prompt! Your assignment was “Milestone” – like ours! What a coincidence! Write a story that’s about or at least involves a milestone of some kind. It’s been a great 50, hoping for 500 more!

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The last time…

 

The last time I drove down this road, I wasn’t alone.

Darkness led the way on that final ride.

In the back seat, you labored to breathe as fear mixed with pain.

Not much was spoken, only a few words. 

And one request.

I would have said so much more.

Had I known.

It would be the last time.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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