A Frosty Farewell

The fog and sleet haven’t let up since we departed Per’s Point. This far north, the sun is never more than a few inches off the horizon, for a few hours at a time. Had we chosen Midsummer, we’d have had near 24-hour sun. Continue reading

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Blank, Blank, Energy Breakthrough

The room sits at low-tide. Eddies twirl sluggish through muddy gray waters. Slow eyelids blink, sleepy frogs gathered ‘round in a circle. We hope that gathering and moving pen across paper will stir enough energy in this morning’s free-association writing group to stir those eddies into rivulets of free-flowing inspiration. Continue reading

The Journey Back

 

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Norwegian Forest Cat

Peter pulled boots over calves lengthened and strengthened by his transition from boy to youth, and seasoned by grief over his sister’s death. Four years ago she’d been found in the depths of the Dark Wood, her cat pressed against her cold belly, hissing at all who approached. Continue reading

A priest, a rabbi and a lady snake charmer walk into a bar…

Blast from the past, or “You HAD to encourage her, didn’t you!?”

Tracy Fabre and Con Chapman, from back in the Gather days: In a comment on his Gather post today, Con said he wanted to go into the business of providing writing prompts. I “hired” him (pro bono, of course) to suggest a prompt for this week.  He said, “A priest, a rabbi and a lady snake charmer walk into a bar…”

Now run with it, folks. Continue reading

The Sun Shines on the Half-Moon Café

(Synopsis in a 9-word flash):  Waitress Helen saves the day, vanquishing slimy memory monster. 

The Task: In five differently structured  flash challenges, write and develop a 599-word story (beginning,  middle, end) of a hero’s transformation after facing a crisis, per Joseph Campbell’s “Hero’s Transformation.”

The Final Story: 

The usual crowd was gathered at the Half Moon Café. Faded awnings snap in the cool October night as condensation slides down the tiny restaurant’s wide front windows.

Shelly, in her booth, flips her hair back to catch a glimpse of kitchen staff, Josh. His honestly-earned farmer’s tan flashes below his white t-shirt as he lugs a tub of dishes to the kitchen. She parts her lips. He blushes and smiles. Continue reading