On the Run – Part 7

In the 80s

This is a continuation.  See Part 1, Part 2 , Part 3, Part 4, Part 5 and Part 6.

I came downstairs to the kitchen at around 6:30 the next morning.  I felt better than I had in a while.  John had given me some comfortable women’s clothing when we got to the farmhouse, which I had on as I came down.  He also didn’t knock on the door, but let me get up when I was ready.

“Good morning,” he said as I came in.  “I hope you’re well rested.  Hopefully this will be a short day and will be over by noon.”

“Good morning,” I said.  “Yeah, I feel good.  Did you sleep well?”

He nodded and served me his famous breakfast.  If anything, it was better than back in Rochester.

After helping him clean after breakfast, I started to take off my shirt.

“Whoa, slow down,” he said.  “What’s up?”

I pulled my shirt all of the way off and tossed it to the side.

“I’m ready for you to wrap me.”  I put my arms out.

His face was red slightly red.  He turned away.

“I thought I told you.  Billy is gone, he returned home to Rochester.  There’s no reason to be incognito today.”

“Oh.”  He had said a few things about Billy being gone, but I guess I didn’t understand. Continue reading


Mystery Solved! (Maybe…)


A few weeks back I wrote a post about something I saw as I walked my dogs in the dark.  I had no idea what it could be.  It was fast and silent.  After discarding the usual suspects (rabbit and deer)I had thought “falcon” because of the speed, but it was flying silently after sundown in the winter.  So my next thought was “owl”.  In the week before I saw the mystery object, I had seen or heard at least three different owl species in the neighborhood.  They were around.

I was back down there last weekend.  I was walking the dogs on Saturday afternoon in pretty much the same area.  Close – the sitting a few weeks back was a few hundred yards/meters farther along in the walk.  This is a slow residential area were i don’t worry about cars and so was walking in the middle of the right lane with the dogs sniffing along the edge of the road.

For no reason at all I spun around.  A smallish bird (compared to an eagle, red tailed hawk or osprey) was flying down the left lane at about knee height.  It was moving fast, if not quite as fast as the mystery object.  It started to rise just before it reached me and continued the slow climb. It was about waist height when it passed me and started the climb described below at about shoulder height. Continue reading

If We Were Having Coffee on the 10th of March, 2018

Coffee in NH with Moog

Hello and Welcome!  Come on in and I’ll get you a nice large much of Sumatra Roast, a cuppa tea, hot cocoa or other beverage.  Actually, it is afternoon now, not morning.  I almost always have you over early, but I’m running behind today.   It’s an odd day, sunny, cold but not frigid (above freezing) and the sun is shining brightly off of the snow.  Yeah snow…  More about that later.  Anyway, just in case you didn’t know where we are by the mug and synthesizer at the top of the page, we are in New Hampshire today.

I guess I need to start with weather.  Last week I told you a bit about the riding out of the Weather Bomb on Cape Cod.  I told you about power outages and generator issues.  I drove back to New Hampshire on Sunday and had thought about going back to Cape Cod on Wednesday, but then they changed the forecast.  Also, luckily, they decided to put a lot more resources on the power issue, so I received a text that they were planning on having my power back by Monday morning.  So on Monday I took a drive down there after work.  The power was back, as was Internet, so I was bale to work down there on Tuesday.  I drove back to New Hampshire on Tuesday evening.  So yes, I did that drive three days in a row.

A new storm came in Wednesday.  This one was a snow event.  We received over a foot (just under 35 cm) of very wet, heavy snow into Thursday.  So I had the fun of cleaning up.  It was supposed to be warm and sunny and so the snow should have gone away, as is typical for March, but yesterday was cloudy and cool.  There have been snow showers off and on and we had almost an inch of snow over night last night.  And now they are saying more for Tuesday.  Perhaps a lot more. Continue reading

On the Run Part 6

Coffee on the Road

This is a continuation.  See Part 1, Part 2 , Part 3, Part 4 and Part 5 .

“Get off here and go north on 55,” I said.  We had just passed through Joliet.

“North on 55?  I thought you said it was on the other side of the Mississippi?”

“Yeah.  Go up to the third exit, I don’t know, about seven or eight miles, and get off on 30 West.”

John didn’t say anything, but got over to get off of 80 onto 55.

“I’ll let you know now, if it makes it easier, that we’ll stay on 30 all of the way across Illinois.”

We had gotten up before 5 again.  John hadn’t said a word about finding me in bed with him.  He showered as I puttered around.  He then wrapped me up.  It didn’t bother me that he saw my breasts.  It was just a part of my body, like my feet or stomach.  It is the way we both approached it.  Sure, it’s possible he was secretly turned on, but I didn’t care.  He was the perfect gentleman and only showed interest in them in that they were well hidden.

We hit a truck stop for breakfast, and I was back to hot chocolate, though John did get a coffee to go and let me have half of it.

We hit the Chicago morning rush hour at the beginning and were heading out for a lot of it, so it wasn’t terrible, but there were some places that were even slower than Buffalo had been.  I think that leaving 80 behind had thrown him for a bit of loop.  He drove in silence.  I realized that for the first time since we had returned to North America he was in unfamiliar territory. Continue reading

Arch – #writephoto


Photo by Sue Vincent

No color or chroma reaches my night-dead eye.  The sun sets over the ruined cathedral.  And there is me, awake again, hanging in the middle, with the ghosts of the past on one side and the shadows of the future on the other, dangling between history and destiny, on this arch of time.

The hollow, no longer hallow, walls stretch above me, the marble has been stripped away, revealing broken brick and rubble.

Entering through my secret door, I taste the evening, taste her, taste the world, the world of the everlasting Now.

I walk through the cathedral, once the place of long forgotten saints and archbishops, of king and peasant long turned to dust.  I can still see their faces on the crumbling walls.

How the mighty have fallen, the holy rotted.  Continue reading

Not Ready For Reality


PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

Where’s the boy?

He’s in that strange sculpture garden down near the lock by the river.


He has his stuffed tiger laid out in front of him and he’s crying over it.


Oh?  Is that it? 


That’s what I thought. So, Mr. Wiseguy, what did you say to him this time?

He asked what the stones were for.  He mentioned aliens or something.

Right.  And you said?

I told him that the sculpture garden was a graveyard.

That’s it?

To be more precise, I said that it was a cemetery for imaginary friends.


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Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  This week’s prompt is here and uses a photo provided by © Sandra Crook.  Read more or join in by following the InLinkz “linky“.

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The first thing I thought was “Cemetery for Imaginary Friends”.  After that, this story came up.  However, Hobbes will live forever!!!

#Fairies, #Myths, & #Magic 2018 2018 AUTHOR SPOTLIGHT GUEST POSTS: Meet Elliot, from “The Fire Born” by Trent P. McDonald

Today I did a guest post over at Colleen Chesebro’s blog. OK, I really didn’t do it, I let Elliot, the protagonist of The Fireborn write it. Well, I meant to, but… ;) Enjoy!

Colleen Chesebro - The Fairy Whisperer

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Welcome to my author spotlight guest posts where I introduce you to independent authors from various genres from around the globe. You never know. You might meet your new favorite author!


Today, my guest is Trent P. McDonald. I met Trent through his participation in my weekly poetry challenge. He is an avid poet and quite the artist. I always enjoy his humor, and he takes some great photos!


Author, Poet, Artist, Trent P. McDonald

Meet Trent McDonald

I never decided what I wanted to do when I grew up.  I compose and play music, draw and paint, take a lot of pictures, and yes, I write.  I’ve written a couple of books that are sitting on my shelf waiting to go out. I write a new short story almost every week, which I often post on my blog at trentsworldblog.wordpress.com.

I also like to eat, so I work…

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On the Run – Part 5

Coffee on the Road

This is a continuation.  See Part 1, Part 2 , Part 3 and Part 4 .

The ceiling of the hotel room was very boring.  It was plain white, though slightly textured.  Nothing much to look at, but I had been staring at it for hours.  I was lying flat on my back on one of the two queen beds.  I had a towel wrapped around my waist covering my “tighty-whities”.  I also still had the wrap around my chest, though there was a slice through it.

In fact there were several cuts and slices on different parts of my body.  The biggest and ugliest ran from my rib cage beneath my right breast almost straight down to my pelvises.  It wasn’t very deep, and luckily the arc of the man’s arm followed the inward curve of my abdomen so it wasn’t much deeper in the middle than at the ends.  Still, it hurt.  John cleaned and disinfected the wound, and then had used some type of liquid bandage on it.  He also taped it, but said the tape was just there to hold the skin in place until the liquid hardened.

There were maybe a dozen or more other little cuts and slices.  Perhaps the next worse one was on my foot were Mr. Blackeye sliced me as he accidentally thrust the knife into his own chest.

The wounds weren’t the reason I was just lying there, staring at the blank ceiling.  It was everything else that had happened. Continue reading

If We Were Having Coffee on the 4th of March, 2018

Coffee Time on Cape Cod

Hello and Welcome!  It’s early afternoon.  Actually, early Sunday afternoon.  I usually do coffee on Saturday morning.  I mean, we can still have coffee, but I haven’t made any in a few days.  Now comes the confusing part – As you know, I always say something about where I am, but today I am going say “so where were we?”  Because, truthfully, I just got home New Hampshire, but I was on Cape Cod all weekend, and I want to talk about The Cape, so I’m using a Cape Cod Coffee Share photo, not a New Hampshire one.  Got it?

I went down to Cape Cod on Wednesday evening.  I had already asked for Friday off work, so it was supposed to be a bit of a vacation.

Thursday was beautiful, feeling almost like April.  I took a long walk after work.  There were insects, bugs out!  That was on the 1st of March.  Bugs.  Wow, strange.  And more birds than I’d seen on a single walk.  All types, even some I usually don’t see until April or May.

And then the Weather Bomb hit.

It rained all night Thursday and all day Friday.  The wind was strong, very strong.  And then it got worse.

Sometime around 5:30 or 6 the wind really kicked in.  At about 6 the power went out.  We have a generator, but it didn’t come on.  I went out a few times to see if I could figure it out, but I decided, seeing things fly past, that being outside was stupid.

Later, the wind died down a bit and I saw the tree across the power lines. Continue reading