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Writing Challenge – Two Points of View

I am posting another writing challenge if you care to join in. This week, I found a great photo on Pixabay. In looking at the photo, I could imagine many different scenarios that would fit the scene. So, the challenge is to write two short pieces about the scene as seen or described from two different observers.

Image by skeeze from Pixabay

It could be written from the perspective of the shark, or one of the divers, a narrator, or the photographer even. Just run with it.

Feel free to link back here if you would like to share your work. I will be writing mine on Thursday.


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Opposite Writing Challenge

If you have not seen my earlier post about this writing challenge, check it out and feel free to join in. I will post links to all participants’ blogs next week.

Here’s my take.


The Accident

Tears ran down Peter’s cheek as he listened to the doctor. Carrie was in rough shape. It had been a really bad fall. She had two broken ribs, a hairline fracture in her clavicle, a broken wrist, and a number of severe cuts and bruises. He managed to insert pins to reconnect the fragile bones in her wrist and hoped she would not suffer any loss in range of motion.

The doctor suggested Peter go home for a bit and give her a chance to rest. Peter shook his hand and thanked him profusely. He was so worried. She looked so broken lying sprawled out at the bottom of the steps; She was unconscious and he was afraid to move her. He was relieved when the paramedics got her into the ambulance.

Once home, Peter pulled off his jacket and tossed it across the back of the couch. The blood stained carpet and pieces of splintered banister made him nauseous. He walked upstairs to see what would be required to repair the broken railing.

As he knelt down he caught his reflection in the hall mirror. He barely recognized the face looking back at him.

”I’m so sorry, Carrie. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I will change, I promise.”

The Date

It had taken a while but Margo finally shed the extra 20 pounds she put on during her pregnancy. She had a difficult delivery which led to an emergency C-section, but Lexie was a happy and healthy child so she was thankful. She insisted on breast-feeding but had not realized what a toll the constant on-demand feedings would take out of her.

When it came time to return to work, she found herself paralyzed. The doctor diagnosed her with post-natal depression. Her six week maternity leave turned into two years, but she was finally back to her old self. Six months back on the job and she was again filled with joy.

Margo was so excited she could not stand it. She had been looking forward to Friday night all week. It had been so long since she enjoyed dinner at a fancy restaurant with hors d’oeuvres and adult beverages! She found time on her lunch break to run by the cleaners and pick up her favorite little black dress.

Rex was a kind and understanding partner. He had the ability to anticipate her needs before she ever spoke them out loud. He was going to die when he saw her in that little black dress. It was going to be a great evening and she even anticipated a little romance at bedtime. Margo was slipping into her heels just as she heard Rex open the kitchen door. She gave herself an approving glance in the mirror, grabbed her purse and walked out of the bedroom.

”Wow! You look fantastic!” Rex smiled and gave her that same wink he used when they first met six years ago. Margo walked toward him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “And you smell great, too.” He smiled. “Are you sure you want to go out?”

Margo chuckled, took her keys off the hook and opened the door leading into the garage. “Of course I’m sure. The girls are waiting”. As she waved, Rex smiled and closed the door behind her.

He turned when he heard the giggle in the hallway.

”Daddy, you ready for our date?”

Rex fought back the tears. He had been looking forward to tonight all week.

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Wednesday Writing – Friendship


I was inspired by Teagan’s Wednesday writing / photo prompt. I am a big fan of “Brother Love” and was intrigued that the prompt took her back to a familiar place. So, just as Teagan did, I closed my eyes to see what would come up for me.

“Pinkie Swear?” Pearl stuck out her little finger and scrunched up her nose waiting for a response.
”Yes, yes, I promise.”
“Say it!”
“Pinkie Swear. Now are you happy?” Pearl was a fierce and demanding friend. The best of the lot. How could I do anything but agree?
So the deal was sealed. At 21, no matter where we were or what we were doing, we would get a tattoo. Not ‘a’ tattoo, ‘the’ tattoo. Two circles linked together with a delicate chain.
“No matter what we do or where we go, we will always be connected.”

All my friends told me about finding pennies, or seeing butterflies or cardinals that they knew were signs from loved ones who had crossed over. I hated that phrase. They died. They were gone. The coroner said Pearl died of ‘natural causes’. She just ‘slipped away’ in her sleep. How many 19 year olds die of natural causes? Pearl was dead. There were no signals from ‘beyond’. No butterflies, no cardinals, no shiny pennies. Just a hollow emptiness.


My friends insisted we go out for my first ‘legal drink’ to celebrate my birthday renting a stretch limo for the occasion. As I stepped out of the limo, I saw the neon sign across the street. “This is the sign you’ve been looking for” A string of small shops lined the street below the sign. In the middle of them a tattoo parlor. There was Pearl, bright and beaming in the night. I had my sign.

“Come on you guys, I have something to do!” They thought I was crazy as I ran into the tattoo shop. I pulled out the old sketch I always carried in my wallet and laid it on the counter. I closed my eyes and whispered under my breath “Pinkie Swear”.

Thank you, Teagan, for being my Wednesday muse. This was a welcome challenge.

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Fandango’s Flash Fiction – The Door

F6C9663C-1BF9-4BC2-912C-126016228D14The door was Grandpa’s idea. We went into his wood shop and he showed me how to cut the wood pieces and glue them together. I dug around in the wood pile for scraps to create the arch that would frame the door. I even attached hinges just to see how to do it. Everything at Grandpa’s house was a learning experience.

Finding the wooden shims inspired the creation of the gate. He showed me how to use the coping saw to carefully shape the pickets. I enjoyed the finer detail most of all. Grandpa pulled out some leftover Testors paint and found enough blue to paint the door so it would stand out.

“We will show that snake who’s who around here”. Grandpa chuckled. Building the fairy garden was his way of blocking the snake hole I kept poking around in. Grandma was on board, thinking it would give the garden a little spark and discourage the snake at the same time.

Mind you, I never ever saw a snake, but Grandpa was convinced and there was no arguing when his mind was made up.

The next morning, we walked to the side yard with a gardening trowel and a rubber mallet. Grandpa carved the dirt out just enough to force our newly constructed wall into the mound of dirt. The rubber mallet allowed us to set it back into the dirt securely without damaging anything. I put the gate in securing it to the ground with garden pins.


”It certainly is beautiful.” Everyone nodded in agreement. “What a nice gift.”

“Let’s eat”, mother said. We all headed inside and Dad pulled the blue door closed behind him.


The next morning I went running back to the house. “Hey, Grandma, Where did you get the miniature picnic table and bowls and stuff? They are so cool!”

”Child! What on earth are you talking about. Now sit down and eat your breakfast.”

I had fun with Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge today. Check it out! #FFFC

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#Fun20119 -Nature’s Saving Grace

Who would pick this fabric for a cushion? Penny stared at the plaid until the squares appeared to move of their own accord. She was startled when she heard her mother clamoring down the hallway, causing her to kick off her shoes in a panic. Proper young ladies would never damage such exquisite fabric with soiled shoes.

It was noisy the day her father left. A lot of yelling and screaming in their very proper household. The only thing Penny recalled was her father’s last words before he slammed the door. “I can no longer abide your histrionic outbursts!”

Penny knew without consulting the dictionary just what her father meant. She waited for him to return to fetch her because surely if her father could not abide it, he must certainly realize neither could she. But he never returned. She ended up spending summers with her grandfather and he tried to be the father figure she had lost. But at 10 years old, she understood more than people wanted to believe. No one could fill that void — even with the best of intentions.

Her grandfather adored Penny. He always praised her good temperament and told her she must be part angel with such alabaster skin and ebony hair. Those words made her feel exotic and caused her to stare into the mirror more. Penny learned a lot from her grandfather. She learned about plants and animals and flowers. She planted seeds and watched them grow. She handled worms and studied bird nests. Things her mother would never allow even though, they, too, had gardens waiting to be explored.

66EFE94C-8D7A-4D43-8168-14D5E17B2CB5The window seat looking out over Mother’s garden was Penny’s favorite spot in the whole world. It made her feel normal to look out over the lilac bushes she convinced Zeke, the gardener, to plant. Mother never cared what was planted in the garden as long as it was well manicured and cared for – by the gardener not by her. Every moment there was something alive in the garden. This morning it was a fascinating katydid. He moved his beady little  eyes and antennae as he peered at her through the glass. What an oddly assembled creature he was.

”Are those dreadful things back?” Everything related to nature was either dreadful, horrific, or repulsive to Mother. “Mrs. Clark, have the gardener get rid of those repulsive things!”  Penny knew Zeke would not harm the creatures, but he would certainly convince Mother he complied with her wishes.

The footsteps stopped. Penny could feel her mother staring at her and simply waited for the other shoe to drop as it always did.

“Why must you always stare out that window? Honestly, Penny, turn around and put your shoes on. This is no way for a proper young lady to spend her day.” Penny complied as she always did, knowing as soon as Mother was out of sight, she would again curl up and study the creature staring at her through the window.


It was a beautiful day for a party. The sun broke through the trees and spread dappled light over the back yard. Penny was so devastated when her grandfather passed away ten years ago — she was not sure she would ever breathe again. He left her his house in the country and she lovingly cared for it putting all her energy into reviving the gardens and bringing it back to its former glory.

Mother remarried and moved to a Chicago. She was living the proper life she had always believed she was destined to live. Penny never saw her father again, but Mother told her he passed away somewhere out west ‘without a dime to his name’.

”Deep in thought, my dear?” Bobby walked up behind her and slipped his arms around her waist. She smiled and felt her heart beat a little faster. “How about one last cup of coffee before it gets too crazy around here?”

”Mommy! Daddy! Look! I found two Daddy long leg spiders! Can I keep them? I have a box and everything!”

Penny thought of her grandfather as she smiled at her daughter. Even with streaks of dirt on her face and grass stains on the knees of her jeans she could still see the angel that stood before her with the ebony hair and alabaster skin.

Bobby knelt down and swept Tina up in his arms. “Of course you can, honey. Happy Birthday!”

This is my effort for this week’s writing challenge. Click here for the suggestions and to partipate. #Fun20119