“The Sibling.” #RDP #amwriting

(c) 2019

“Eggbert, we have one; we don’t need another!”

“Don’t you see, Lou, we can learn so much by having two.”  He looked down to the scene below.

“But, but they’re not the same.  Well, not entirely.  We could be gone by now, your obsession is going to get us caught! ”

“You didn’t study them as I did.  Why have one without the other?  We could find out so much more.  I’m not talking about resell or trade value.  I want to see how they grow together, I want to know what they would do for each other.”  Eggbert would not take his hand off of the console.  They must land to capture the other, and they must do it now.

“You’re right, Eggbert.  I don’t understand; I’ll never understand your fascination with them.”

Eggbert smiled, the lines in his face almost cracking, and guided their craft to land in pursuit of the second human, who was, as Lou would never understand, a sibling to the first capture locked in their storeroom.  To leave one and not take the other could possibly break one of them, and that would not do.

***Learn about the RagTag Prompt or get the details to share your own at https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/06/19/rdp-wednesday-sibling/

Caring for Your Psyche. #amwriting #fiction

 

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By Pamela Schloesser Canepa, (c) 2019

“We are all given a psyche.  You must think of your psyche as its own living thing.”

This was an interesting class Cassie dragged me into after my divorce.  The instructor was a little wacky, though.  Lots of college kids were there.  Were they getting college cred?  I sure wasn’t.  Continuing education?  Hmm.  Some blond, New Age hippie named Ashbury sat to my right.  Much to my relief, he smelled of Irish Spring.

The instructor continued: “Imagine your psyche as a living being…and draw it.  Then, label it.  Your last instruction, is to start nurturing it.”

I started with paws, and a belly, then decided to step out for cigarette before finishing.  I was sick of always doing what I was supposed to; it got me nowhere in my marriage except mismatched with a narcissist.  Plus, I had no idea how to picture my psyche.  Some air might help.

Ashbury smiled at me. “Are you stuck?”

“Yeah.  Shhh, don’t tell anyone.  I might be the failing student here.”

A smile spread across his face.  “You can’t fail if you took the first step.” He pointed to the half-hearted drawing on my paper.  “What will the rest be?  I wonder.”  He tapped his pencil to his forehead lightly.

“Right now, I wouldn’t care if you drew something on there.  Something radical, horrible, I don’t know.  I’ll be right back.”

Ten minutes later I came in , apologizing to the instructor about a stomach issue.  Sitting down, I saw a baby dragon staring up at me…and Ashbury smiling at me. There was a lovely orchid on his paper.  I chuckled.

“Mine looks like ‘Puffin’ McStuffins’!  Well-done, Ashbury!”  This man had sized me up and done my homework for me.  Could I nurture Puffin in all of his adorable imperfection?  You bet!

“So now you have a name, too.  I think you’ll pass.  How do you think we could nurture an orchid and a baby dragon together?” he asked, one eyebrow raised.

“Passion-fruit tea?”  I said through a smile.

“Yes, let’s go!”

He walked out first with his drawing, and I followed moments later.  The instructor just looked up at us, defeated.  Or maybe he knew I was beginning the process of nurturing my psyche?

*Posted in response to the prompt at https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/06/06/rdp-thursday-nurture/

I hope you enjoyed my story. I’d love to hear your comments or your experiences with this topic!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sky meets ground. #poetry

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“Sky Meets Ground, ” (c) 2019 by Pamela Schloesser Canepa

I am here

With my fingers in the dirt

That feels so cool and smells like earth.

I open my mouth and taste the dew like manna from heaven.

No one shows up ’til later, baking on a new tan,

But I’d rather hang out with my one and only friend.

The dew descended from the clouds for a party, until the sun says it’s his turn,

Uses its power to burn the moisture up,

Chases it back to the sky.

Now it’s just myself and I,

No one understands.

I will leave before the hour is at hand with all those strangers who feel cool because they look like each other

Because they act like each other, and they don’t need to know I was here.

Still, I return for what I can’t see

Another weirdo in the haze of a.m., feeling outside of them, just like me.

Thank you for reading! View other responses to today’s word prompt here: Ragtag Daily Prompt

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