The Lonely Old Man


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“I keep the batteries there, in the jar, for the kids just in case they really need them.  But those kids sure have grown up and you just don’t see them around as much now a day.  But that don’t stop me from collecting batteries.  Some kids need more than others.  New kids come around.  Now that Frankie he needed at least four or five batteries every time I saw him.  You’d think one good AA …maybe two would be enough?  But not Frankie!   He wouldn’t get off the lawn until I shot four or five at him from my old slingshot.”





Frozen Pane

Well hello….It’s 100 word Friday and I’m back.  That nasty super storm knocked my lights out for 9 days then a Nor’ Easter dropped six inches of snow on the ground, snapping the already weak tree limbs and blowing up transformers.  After all that… this week prompt is snow and ice….Yeah! I can’t seem to get away from bad weather.  Well thanks Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for keeping the bus going…Snow, rain, sleet…you’re better than the post office.  How about a nice beach prompt next week? Enjoy!

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Frozen Pane



Seesawing on cold storm wind and warm ground air the snowflakes touch and gather.  Gentle white clusters rising and falling, swirling between Fall and Winter.  Dove feathers of the sky dance downward resting on tired heavy limbs bowing gracefully to gravity.  Their moment fleeting, cold rain and ice cut sideways ripping and tearing the last of the leaves.  Mixing snowflakes into slush, the wind and rain push against the window. The green grass fading into dormancy. The perennial changing of the seasons. The gray backdrop, the canvas of change, a reminder that all life is fleeting. Frozen against the pane.

100 words…..

One hundred word prompt



Bare against the gray sky dawn touched the last of the darkness. Day would be upon me, thoughts and pressure filling my cup. Cream and coffee mixing my dreams and reality. A touch of sugar and this bitterness would be welcomed, put away into the warmth and used to fuel my work. Black and Tan for the moment the cream rose from the rich dark drink. Separate but a part of each other they mingle, enemies at a gang fight, circling, trying to take a piece of each other. Dreams filled, black keys and letters, the paid tapping of thoughts.