I am moving blog addresses!  It's been a great ride here on Blogger - it gave me an opportunity to try things and to develop an understanding of what blogging could actually be.   But a new day has dawned.  It's time to take on a more sophisticated pose ...so I'm moving to Wordpress. 

In a day or so, a redirection notice will appear when you type in this address.  So this is my final post on this address.  Thanks Blogger...for everything. :))))

My new blog address:    www.goingforcoffee.net

daBlack` by Denis Allbertovich

Visual Dare: Boy with books

it's a world of laughter, a world of tears

there were  only tears in my childhood home but eventually they stopped too

its a world of hopes, its a world of fear     

the dark nights brought the fear of tomorrows that would always be the same as my yesterdays

there’s so much that we share       

alone in my house, I was allowed no friends

that it's time we're aware       

I  was different -  I could see it in their eyes, hear it in their voices

it's a small world after all

my hopes, my dreams, rested inside worlds shared with me by strangers 

 

 

Every week the graceful, dear, Angela Goff, puts a photo up on her lovely blog as a 'Visual Dare'. The photo, and it is always a stunning photo, can be used in one of two ways:

• incorporate it into your current Work In Progress - literally, or figuratively

• use it as a 100 word flash fiction to get the brain going in a different creative direction.

Five Sentence Fiction: Lost (now found)

Gideon’s morning shower took longer than usually allowed but no one seemed to mind; he even scrubbed behind his ears – something he hadn’t done since childhood.  He took time shaving too, paying particular attention to the dimple in his chin which sometimes got missed when he was taking his turn in the morning rush.

His grandma had sent him a new white linen shirt, surprisingly purchased in the correct size; it had been a wild guess on her part since Gideon hadn’t been able to visit her in over five years.  He straightened his shoulders as he was buttoning the front, thinking of the smile that would appear on his grandma’s face when she saw him standing on her porch.

As he walked down the hall to leave, his friends shouted good luck wishes mixed liberally with curses, but Gideon didn't hear them; he heard only the sparrows chirping in the Arizona autumn breeze as the warden buzzed the exit door open and Gideon stepped out into the sunlight.

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Five Sentence Fiction is about packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist. Each week the lovely and dear Lillie McFerrin posts a one word inspiration on her blog, then anyone wishing to participate writes a five sentence story based on the prompt word. The word does not have to appear in the five sentences, it is just used for direction.  Please visit her website and read the other great entries.

Lucky encounter

Lucy pulled on the oversized blue cardigan, her small frame making it necessary to roll the sleeves up so her hands could peek out.  Another moth hole was opening on the front but Lucy decided she’d mend it later.  She wanted to be one of the first people in the lunch lineup. 

Living three blocks from the Centre meant she got a full meal on weekdays. Her single room took all of the monthly housing allowance and most of her assistance.  There was no way she could afford food too.  But this room was worth the hunger. No more roaches or bed bugs. Her open sores were beginning to heal, and she’d been sleeping through the night too. Maybe my luck is changing.

Charlie was already on line when she arrived. Last Thursday, he hadn’t seen her. He’d been too busy combing his hair.  But Lucy recognized Charlie. The evening he’d chosen her, months ago now, he’d combed his hair the same way, checking in the rearview mirror to make sure the part was right.  He’d waited for Lucy to tuck the twenty bucks away in her handbag before unzipping his fly. She’d thought of Charlie’s kind gesture and his neat silver blonde hair many times since that night.

Lucy moved into the lineup and at the soup kettle found herself standing right beside him.  Their arms touched as they both reached for a Portuguese roll from the counter. Charlie turned to apologize, but when he saw Lucy his voice couldn’t escape his throat.  Lucy smiled generously and asked if he’d like to sit with her in the chairs over by the window.  Charlie nodded his positive response and picking up his food tray, he followed Lucy and his lost-now-found blue sweater over to the vacant table.

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This story is my entry for the "Forbidden Love" Blog Hop being ably sponsored by Ruth Long @bullishink , Lillie McFerrin  @LillieMcFerrin and by Janelle (Me and Mia blog).   Details can be found on Ruth's blog at : http://goo.gl/sG4eX 

Visual Dare: Stuck

The cool lake water soothed Dave’s throbbing headache and, as a bonus, blocked out the nonstop arguing coming from the cabin.  He couldn’t figure out how his parents, far from home, could still find so many things on which to disagree. 

He assumed this argument was his fault. Dave suspected he had asked one too many times about using the cellphone to call his friend Jeremy. When Jeremy called him back on his dad’s phone, all hell broke loose in the cabin.

Dave dunked his head again as the words “My son is not a fag” flew out the cabin door.  

Photo by: Raegan Bird

Every week the graceful, dear, Angela Goff, puts a photo up on her lovely blog as a 'Visual Dare'. The photo, and it is always a stunning photo, can be used in one of two ways:

• incorporate it into your current Work In Progress - literally, or figuratively

• use it as a 100 word flash fiction to get the brain going in a different creative direction.