Welcome to my Weekend Coffee Share, hosted by Allison at Eclectic Ali.
Welcome to my Weekend Coffee Share, hosted by Allison at Eclectic Ali.
“And the forest will echo with laughter.” -Led Zeppelin lyric
The Forest, (c) 2020 by Pamela Schloesser Canepa
The forest is deep and far and wide
lush with ideas and thoughts
coming at us all at once…
layers and layers of thoughts
The changing path, the creatures on the way
the weather falling down on us
or sunshine guiding our way.
Layers and layers to peel away and discover
or some that we bury and keep covered,
like leaves on a forest floor.
The innocent child goes forth to explore…
The tainted, jaded adult hangs back
Says, “No, we probably shouldn’t.”
Clings to coffee and her wallet,
Poised, tense, ready to self-protect.
Which one wins?
Can one just leave the forest untouched?
For it grows inside of the mind,
imagination soars, or holds you behind.
Which one will you choose?
*The above photo is a Pixabay photo.
Welcome to the weekend! How about some speculative flash-fiction to combat the effects of a stressful week? Thanks for reading!
Maverick, by Pamela Schloesser Canepa
Maverick didn’t like being followed. Having once been a soldier in the Gulf War, he was always very aware and at times, hyper-alert.
No one knew the beings were here on earth, until Maverick discovered his shadow was not the only one following him. Who would have suspected that our first alien invasion would be orchestrated by invisible beings? Pretty much no one but Maverick looked up from their cell phone while walking.
All I know is, one day they were not here, and then one day, they were. Look for a shadow with no human partner. It may be following you, or just standing on a corner. Maverick said these beings probably don’t get much sunlight (or any equivalent) on their home planet. Do they like the sun? Who knows. When you see an unpaired shadow, perhaps it is an alien just standing and soaking up the rays. Or maybe they are watching you, observing. Maverick says it’s the latter.
Meanwhile, the government is making cell phones even cheaper, and requiring each family to have one for every person over age six. They struck a deal with the aliens. Be aware.
Maverick and I always leave our cell phones at home. You might want to consider that too. Be aware!
**This is my entry for the Rag Tag Daily word prompt, shared each day at http://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com
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**The above photo is my own, taken on an innocent family walk in North Carolina where the beauty of fall is apparent and colorful. No aliens were harmed in the taking of this photo. 🙂
Photo via Pixabay.
“Lofty thoughts” by Pamela Schloesser Canepa
When I was a child, I seemed to have a pleasant ability to lift myself out of my current reality and imagine things that would take me away from boredom or desperation. It may not totally fit the definition of ‘lofty,’ but this is what I think of when I hear that word. Some of the later experiences were not all positive as a teen, but I’ll focus on the ones that “lifted me up.” I only remember a few incidents, and I don’t know why. Are they all that I can remember? Perhaps they were all related to dreams, and having such a vivid imagination, I of course would see wild things when my subconcsious took control? I read somewhere that the conscious actually does control the subconscious. Still, some dreams mean nothing other than giving a vivid picture to some feeling, fear, or hurt that already goes on inside. That’s what I believe, anyway.
The image of the sun and moon seemed so real to me, I did not believe it was a dream. Some dreams seem so real because they are trying to tell you something, for me, that I was compelled to try to bring things to life with my words. I want to make it as real for you as it seems for me. I’m still trying, depositing a stone of reality within every flood of fiction.
*You can join the daily prompt fun by following ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com and you can view other entries to this challenge at https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/07/16/rdp-tuesday-lofty/
PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson
Have you ever wanted to get away? Your stepdad is too bullish, your mom never comes home, your family just hates you…
Our neighbor, Mr. Stevenson was in our house cleaning the carpet. He told me to look out at his roof. “When you see a bluebird on the windowsill, jump to that roof and slide down. There will be a truck below, no, wait…you will slide into a magical jungle underneath.”
“You’re full of it,” I said, heading out of the room to play video games in the basement.
He shrugged. “How do you think I keep on smiling?”
Find the weekly prompt, instructions, and other prompt entries at: Friday Fictioneers, 7/20/18
PHOTO PROMPT © Fatima Fakier Deria
Ghosts in the Garden. (c) 2018 by Pamela Schloesser Canepa
“Jimi Hendrix is on the left, and that’s Mother Theresa next to him.” Grandma arranged a plate of cookies.
“Are these for me?” her grandson asked hopefully.
“No, silly. I have to serve them. How often do I get such prestigious guests?”
He sighed. “Interesting combination of guests.” She always had such a great imagination. It just seemed to be getting wilder every day.
“Indeed it is. Do you know what they all have in common?”
“They love the same brand of peanut butter.” She smiled down at her platter of peanut butter cookies.
Ghosts in the Garden is written on this day of miracles, Easter Sunday, in response to the weekly prompt challenge presented at Rochelle-Wisoff-Fields- Addicted to Purple
Photo credit, Sue Vincent.
“Taking in Nature’s Beauty,” a short story.
(c) 2018 by Pamela Schloesser Canepa
“You have the words to describe it; I struggle with this. It’s beautiful, though.” Matt sounded unsure of himself and felt like a heel, remembering she couldn’t describe what she couldn’t see. Or could she?
They sat on a log, and Pauline felt the breeze change. Yes, they were in the presence of great beauty. Only, Pauline could not see it. Matt didn’t know how to describe it. She fought against frustration at him, confident she could coax the words out of him. Asking questions usually got her some clear answers.
“There are mountains,” Matt began.
“How many Matt? Two?”
“No, More.” A man of few words, he was more at home in the world of numbers.
“Are they connected?”
“Yes. Some of them could be as one, but with more behind them. The two in fronted are separate, almost as if to let you see the ones beyond them.”
Pauline was forming a picture in her head. “Is the sun shining at all?”
“Yes, there are a few rays of light, but clouds, too.”
“The sun only shines through in one spot?”
“Oh, no, there are several patches in the clouds letting in light, though they are thick and gray to one side. It’s lovely.”
“Yes, I felt the clouds, the coolness, coming on.”
“There is a stream, and some trees,” Matt went on.
“What sort of stream?” she asked.
“Um, just, a stream, no, a lake.” Matt stopped there.
“Yes, it’s sounds quite lovely. It feels so lovely,” Pauline mused. In her head was the most wonderful picture of the scene that she sensed with her being. It was void of color, for she had never seen color and only imagined it as variations of shading, as on a person’s skin, for she’d had such things described. Color, to her, was an emotion, such as being on a rollercoaster, tasting a spicy food, or getting a cut on her foot as she had that one time. It was all so frustrating to her as a child, but she developed an imagination that would fill in the gaps. When people described beauty, she imagined how it would look, and it pleased her.
“Anything else, Matt?”
“Oh, I don’t know. It just feels good being here.” He grabbed her hand.
“Yes, it does.” She held his hand tighter, needing no more explanation. They’d gone way ahead of the other members in their group and had a few minutes to sit still and enjoy the scenery, each in their own way. A hawk flew over, and his call resounded through the valley, carrying another breeze toward them.
The #writephoto challenge is a weekly writing challenge based on a new photograph presented at https://scvincent.com and you may visit this week’s challenge at Write Photo Thursday Prompt