Hot

When you live in Texas, as I do, one of the worst situations you can find yourself in on a hot summer day is to be without air conditioning or to have your air conditioner on the fritz. Running into a rattlesnake is probably worse. Getting bitten by a brown recluse spider also would be very bad. July with no A/C, though, is no picnic. 

I mention this because I write this while sitting in my living room, surrounded by portable fans blasting, drinking ice cold water and hoping that the A/C starts working again. I have been hoping this since yesterday afternoon, so I don’t have too much hope for that without some assistance from our trusty heating and air repairman. My hope, therefore, is now primarily that the repair doesn’t take too long or cost us too much. Fingers crossed for me, okay? ๐Ÿ™‚ 

Given my current concerns over it being hot, it was funny that the prompt for this week’s Carrot Ranch flash fiction challenge had to do with heat. My friend and fellow blogger, AJ Prince, has done many of these 99 word (no more, no less) Carrot Ranch blog weekly flash fic challenges. I have often thought I ought to give it a go. Since this week’s is so on point with my current situation, I decided this week was as good a time as any. ๐Ÿ™‚

Oh and just a note about my recently erratic blog posting schedule – I am sorry for the inconsistency, but I do plan to get back to my weekly posts on Mondays.  Thanks for stopping by! Have a great week! 

~CJS

Hot

“I need a margarita!” Dave said. 

“I need a cold beer.” Kyle said. 

“I’ll take anything.” Miles said, steering them from the course toward the bar.

“How about just throwing out our scores?” Dave suggested. 

“Done! And I’ll get the first round.” Miles said. 

“Man, it’s a hot one.” Kyle said as they gulped cold drinks. 

“I was ruined at Hole 2 and went down from there.” Dave said. 

“We all sucked” Phil said. “We survived. That’s all.”

“I’ll tell Judy I played my best ever though.” Dave admitted. 

Everyone nodded and laughingly toasted, “To our best game ever!” 

5 Photos/5 Days Challenge Day 2

I accepted a challenge to post a story every day for 5 days based off a photo inspiration. Here is Day 2. ๐Ÿ™‚
  

Normally the sounds of lots of people screaming would be disturbing, but the bursts of blood curdling cries were nothing to Noah by now. No, it was just ‘another walk in the park’ – the local amusement park. 

Noah had been working this amusement park all summer. He had seen and heard it all by now. 

Screaming people on the rides, screaming kids off the rides being told it was time to go and screaming parents exhausted from the long hot day shuffling their munchkins from ride to ride to ride all day long. 

He had seen his fare share of blood, sweat and tears. Kids bloody noses, lots of sweaty kids and adults and many a teary-eyed toddler. 

He saw people angry that they had to wait in line so long only to find that it had been shut down. He saw happy people who just rode their first roller coaster and who had fallen in love with the thrill. He saw the genuine fear of people anticipating the possible terror awaiting them at the end of the long line. He saw relief as they got off the ride, knowing it wasn’t so bad after all. 

Summer was almost over now, though, and Noah was ready to see the end of this ride. Next summer he would get a job waiting tables like his cousin. There’s gotta be way less screaming at the diner, or at least he hoped so anyway.

F is for…

My 2015 A to Z Challenge Theme is Quotes & Lines from Literature. Each day I will be posting a favorite quote or a few lines from well known short stories, poems or novels, with the letter of the first name as the A to Z. I’ll have a short write up with each quote, but each quote can also serve as a writing prompt for readers or myself.  I may write a poem or flash fiction based on that quote, or just throw it out there as inspiration. Hopefully you’ll join me in this adventure! I’ll try to include some of my favorite blog finds as I move through the challenge as well.


 

This lovely excerpt comes from one of my favorite things, my Love Book app on my iPhone. My regular readers have heard me mention this app many times, like in my D post from last year or a post from OctPoWriMo where I dedicate a Haiku attempt to my experience with the app. There is also a print version of The Love Book, but I love that I can carry poems (and prose) around with me all the time and even have it read to me by many great talents (like Tom Hiddleston๐Ÿ˜€, Emma Watson & Helena Bonham Carter) all with fantastic British accents. #AccentJunkie ๐Ÿ™‚

I love the idea of “divine drunkenness” and so I used that as the inspiration for the flash fic below. If you read my 7 Ways To Spark Your Creativity post today (over at the Twisted Writers blog that I contribute to every Tuesday), I am using my Make A List suggestion. I’ve made a list of words to include in a 100 word or less flash fic. (Note I am still a flash fic newbie, especially in this limited number of words & this is of course just a rough draft). 

List – love, drunk, try

Stay

By CJS 

“Won’t you just try?” he asked.

She shook her head sadly. “Do you ever miss the early days? Life was full of possibility. We were so in love. We walked around almost drunk with it all”

“Of course. I miss our youth, freedom, even those leather Rock-N-Roll pants.” 

“I loved those pants,” she said with a wicked smile. 

“Hell, I’ll go find them now if it means you won’t leave.” 

She looked at his face. So sincere. Could she ever get drunk on him again? 

“I guess we could … try.” she said. 

And she stayed. 

C is for…

 

My 2015 A to Z Challenge Theme is Quotes & Lines from Literature. Each day I will be posting a favorite quote or a few lines from well known short stories, poems or novels, with the letter of the first name as the A to Z. I’ll have a short write up with each quote, but each quote can also serve as a writing prompt for readers or myself.  I may write a poem or flash fiction based on that quote, or just throw it out there as inspiration. Hopefully you’ll join me in this adventure! I’ll try to include some of my favorite blog finds as I move through the challenge as well.


 

Today’s  quote is from Carl Sagan and is another I found it in 365 Days of Wonder, by R.J. Palacio.  

There are so many ways you could go with this quote. The focus could be on an attempt to make the world significant. Or the focus could be on the questions, the person(s) asking the questions, the type of answers, or how to find the answers. I love the layers of this one.  

I decided to do a very rough draft flash fiction for today’s quote/writing prompt. Since I am a parent of young children, I drifted that direction, but I think I will have to hang onto this quote for where else it may lead later. 

Thanks for stopping by. ๐Ÿ˜€



Talk

By CJS

“I almost fell into the birds and bees talk with Finn tonight” my husband said as he came to bed. 

“Uh oh, what movie did you end up taking him to that brought that up?” I teased, though some of those superhero movies were more adult than we intended for our ten year old son. 

“It wasn’t the movie, you know Finn is still repulsed by the sight of kissing, anything close to kissing has him covering his eyes more than any explosion or fight scene.” 

“And what does that say about our world?” I asked, but couldn’t hold back a smile. 

“Nothing. He’s a boy. You know Kayla isn’t scared by that. You’ll probably have to have the Talk with her before I have to talk to Finn.”  he said as he climbed in bed.

“Kayla is six and she thinks every boy in class is cute and chases them at recess so WE will definitely keep an open conversation with her, but WE don’t want to wait too long before we talk to Finn seriously. It shouldn’t just be me talking to her and you to him. Though, I will talk to her about some of the details.”

The look of horror on his face at the very idea made me want to laugh but I was trying my best to resist. 

“Answering all those questions scares you a bit doesn’t it?” I asked.

“Not scared really” he said and set the book down he had picked up. He turned to face me in the bed, in full serious mode. 

I won’t lie, it freaked me out a little how serious he had suddenly gotten. 

“Birds and bees will be more embarrassing than scary,” he said, then reached over to take my hand. He stared at the skin on my hand and traced his fingers across my knuckles almost absentmindedly. 

“Oh really?” I said and scooted over a little closer to him in the bed. 

“Really. It’s the bigger questions that they will ask before we know it that scare me,” he said.

I waited for him to go on, I could tell he was lost in thought. 

Finally he said, “I am scared I won’t know how to answer those questions that will be coming as these guys get a little older.” 

“Like?” I asked and gently touched his face, he had grown too serious. 

He looked at me, and gave a small smile. 

“You know those questions like when someone they know dies or something else bad happens and they want to know why. Or when they get their hearts broken for the first time and ask why that person didn’t love them back.”

I nodded, those questions would be hard. 

“But also those questions like ‘Who am I’ and ‘Why are we here?'” He said.

“To be fair, they will probably be in high school or college or in a band by then and will be far too cool and far too smart to come to either one of us for those questions.” I said and got a good solid belly laugh from him in return. 

I kissed him lightly and then said, “Seriously, hon, I know it scares me a bit too thinking about all the questions they may ask and what answers we should give, but as long as they know they can ask us those questions, any questions, and we do our best to answer them, we should be doing all right by them.”

“You’re probably right”, he said, “still I know I will get stumped sometimes. You are always so much better at that. I’ve heard you talk to Finn about stuff before. You seem to know just what to say.”

“I do the best I can, but struggle too.” I admitted. “They surprise me sometimes with the things they say and some of what they think of to ask me.”

“Yeah, they are both so much like you, so smart and so caring.” He said and then kissed away my attempt to deflect the compliment. 

As he leaned over to turn off the lights, our six year old, Kayla, came running into the room. 

“Dad, I heard thunder, I know I heard thunder. Can I sleep with you guys tonight?”

We knew it was supposed to be storming all night, so told her okay and she climbed up in bed with us. 

As she snuggled up under the covers, he whispered to me, “Well at least there are some questions we know we can manage to answer.” 

Then he kissed us both goodnight.