Hopping #whatdoyousee

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Image provided by Sadje found on Flicker

I heard the sizzle of the air inches in front of my face.  Too close!  I turned.  They were coming up the back side of the hill as well.

The entire landscape around our tiny refuge was scorched to the bare rock, life withering in front of the army of killer bots.

I turned to the Hopper.

“Jim, we need to Hop!  Now!  Get us out of here…”

He stared at me for a moment.  “You know, Sarge,” he said, “it takes a bit of planning to put in the proper coordinates and stuff.  Who knows where we’ll land?  Maybe in “The Day After” as the H-Bombs are going off.”

“I don’t care, just put in a random sequence, any sequence!” Continue reading

My Name is Albert #Senryu

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I am here, right now
lying serene, under tree
A gift to the world

(Note – “I” = “Albert”, the cat, snuggled under the Christmas tree ;) )

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This was written for Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge.  This week’s words were “calm” and “present”, though only synonyms could be used.  I chose a senryu (I hope ;) )

The Weekly Smile for the 13th of January, 2020

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This was another week with a few little things that were good, but I think I will chose yesterday’s run.  I try to run every other day and have been typically running about four and half miles (7.25 km).  It is winter here in New Hampshire, and New Hampshire is not exactly a tropical paradise ;)  In fact, it is a major destination for winter sports.  In the winter, I usually where several layers and dress the same as I do for cross-country skiing.

This was an odd weekend…  Both Saturday and Sunday it reached 65 F/18 C.  To put that in perspective, the forecast shows that next week will stay below freezing the entire week.  That is typical for NH…. Continue reading

The Weekly Smile Recap 1/6/2020 – 1/12/2020

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There were some great smiles this week as always.  Also, as always, many people shared smiles in the comments of the original post instead of creating their own post.  Jus a hint that you may want to read through those comments ;)

Trent’s World
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking
The Jesh Studio
Picture Retirement
Change is Hard
mylife-and-horsestories
Ruth Blogs Here

This week’s smile will be posted in about an hour. :)

What made you smile?

The Skull

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Photo by Shari Marshall

I studied the little foyer as I waited for Mr. Klieber.

Real marble floors.  Nice touch.

A Hudson River School painting on the wall. It was in the books, but not one of the top artists of that school.  Beautiful none the less.

A late 19th century French bronze based on a Roman marble that was a copy of on an earlier Greek bronze.

I smiled.

Mr. Klieber certainly knew what he was doing

And I knew that what lay behind the mahogany door was far more interesting than the art in the foyer, which was mostly high-priced decorative items to impress those who had more of a sense of price than of value. High culture for people who were uncultured.

The door opened and a middle-aged man entered.  He frowned at me.

“Higsworth told me a known colleague was here.  I don’t know you.  You can see yourself out.”

He spun on his heel and was about to go back into the main house. Continue reading

If We Were Having Coffee on the 11th of January, 2020

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Hello and Welcome!  Come on in and I’ll get you nice larg mug of a very strong dark roast, a cuppa tea or other beverage.  It is actually pretty warm out there for an early January morning in New Hampshire.  And the next two days will be quite warm.  I’m assuming we’ll lose most of the snow.  There is a major snow storm forecast for next Saturday and Sunday, but we’ll see how it goes.  Oh yeah, this is usually the place where I ask about where we are, isn’t it?  And I already told you, didn’t I?  Well, I hope you enjoy the photo from NH at the top of the page anyway ;)

This was a very busy work week.  I did get a lot accomplished, but still…  Next week will most likely be as busy.  No emergencies, which is good.  I do not like those emergency meetings ;) Most of my week was about work. Continue reading

Presence – Of Wind and Wings

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Photo by Sue Vincent

Note – this story fit’s in with my on-line novel, Of Wind and Wings.  I’m not sure where it fits, but it will find a place ;)

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Ed hesitated at the doorway.  He had been told that he had free reign of the house, yet he still felt a little uncomfortable, as if he were intruding on Liza’s privacy.  No matter how often she had protested that he was welcome to make himself totally at home, he had confined himself mostly to the kitchen and his bedroom.

Elisa was sitting in a comfortable chair with her back to the door.  She hadn’t stirred and Ed wasn’t sure if she were aware that he was standing there.  He fanned himself briefly with the photo in his hand as he watched her in his indecision. He stopped and frowned at the photo.  It was as if that old bit of paper were trying to make its presence known, to remind Ed why he was there.

That did it.

Ed straightened his back and walked into the room and stopped, looking down at his hostess.

Liza put her book to the side and smiled up at him.

“Yes?”

“I was wondering if you knew where this was taken.” He held up the photo.  “It was mixed in with my great-uncle’s papers and I just found it as I was reading through the notes.”

Liza jumped back as soon as she took the photo.  She blanched and her eyes grew wide.

“Ah, so you do know it,” Ed said, trying to make light of her reaction.

Liza took a moment to regain composure, and then handed the faded photograph back to Ed with a smile.

“I’m sorry,” she said, “but I can’t help you.”

Ed studied the photo for a moment.  A row of standing stones lined a path through a field full of wild flowers.  It would seem to be a noteworthy location.

He shrugged.

“Oh well, I guess I’ll just take it in and have Mr. Brown look at it.  I’m sure he’d recognize it…”

“What? Who?” Liza seemed to be even more distressed than before.

“You know, the historian…”

“Of course I know who Mr. Brown is, I’m just asking why you mentioned that man, is all.”

“He does know the local geography as well as the history.  Or perhaps The Grubb could help.”

“Yeah, ask the Grubb.”

Liza picked up her book and began to read.  Obviously the conversation was over.

Back in his room Ed continued to study the photo, trying to take in every detail.  There was something there, just at the edge of his perception.  He felt stupid for not being able to see it.

Perhaps not something, but someone.

Ed closed his eyes, still seeing the path and stones, but now in full color and stretching to the edges of his peripheral vision and beyond.

He could feel their presence before he saw them.

The couple had passed this way thousands of years before.

No, it was a different couple, hundreds of years before, ancestors that Ed had read about in his great-uncles papers.

No, that wasn’t right.  He could see them now.  It was his great-uncle and Liza’s mother.  They were walking hand and hand, smiling at each other.

No, no that wasn’t right either.

It was Liza and Mr. Brown, only they were young, perhaps in their teens or early twenties.

But no, it wasn’t them, it was Ed himself.

Who was he with?

The woman was shadowy, yet he could feel her presence, as he had in his dreams and visions.

He opened his eyes.

Was this his imagination running wild on his great-uncle’s words combined with Liza’s reactions, or was he seeing images of the past.  He shivered.  And the future.

He looked down at the photo again.

No.  It was just an old keepsake, something his great-uncle had taken in one of his many trips to England.  As far as Ed knew, it wasn’t even in the area but could be on the other side of the country.

He soon went to bed and fell into a deep sleep. He didn’t dream about the photo or the stones, as far as he could tell, and yet through the entire night he felt the presence of those other people he had imagined.

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This was written for Sue Vincent’s #writephoto challenge.  The photo prompt is at the top of the post and this week’s key word is “Presence“.

The story this week is based on my on-line novel, Of Wind and Wings

Breaking Something

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PHOTO PROMPT © C.E. Ayr

“You sure it’s that physics guy?”

Ned stared across at the beat-up camper.

“Certainty.  On principle.”

Ned sighed.  It wasn’t a very good pun, but Thumbs could have groaned.

“Look, I know he has been cooking all night.  This is his rig.  It’s him, the big H.”

Thumbs shrugged and moved.

The sun rose over the horizon as they approached the camper.

H. was planning on scoring big, but Ned had other plans.

A bald man stepped out of the camper.

Ned moved.

“I need to sample the goods!”

“You’ll have to wait for the chili cook-off, like everyone else.”

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I ran out of words, but I wanted to give the idea of Breaking Bad at first before throwing in the twist (it’s not Meth he was cooking, but chili).  Heisenberg is the code name of the antihero. He drives a beat up camper.  The real Heisenberg is a physicist best known for his Uncertainty Principle.

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I have been out of Friday Fictioneers for a few weeks.  Not easy getting back into the groove ;)

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Word count = 100

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