Janet vs The Barbarians

Written with my Thursday Writing Group with the prompts: Silver spoon, marked safe, no desire to join them, it hurts, out the door, an old guy in a dark suit and red tie, “step over here, little lady,” I don’t belong here, hey--how did you get in here?, back to the times, traffic moved along, the … Continue reading Janet vs The Barbarians

Schro and His Cat

These are some pretty weird prompts, so please don't read more into it than there is.  This is just for fun.  Prompts:  Jesus was an agnostic, Schrodinger’s cat is gone, two days he’d been waiting, Sweet William-my guitar, the serial killers     Two days he’d been waiting, sitting on the front porch in a … Continue reading Schro and His Cat

The Return

I started writing this with my Tuesday group and finished writing it with my Thursday group. Prompts included:  tsunami, threat, taking your time, if you ignore it might go away. Lionel stood on Margarite’s front porch in front of the dining room window.  He just stood there, doing his best to look nonthreatening. Margarite saw him of … Continue reading The Return

The Grocery List

Written with my Thursday night group with a list of prompts that sounded like a grocery list! Janet perused the grocery list her father had handed her as she headed out the door.  Her father was not as organized as her mother and he never would be.  Janet simply needed to accept that.  I mean, … Continue reading The Grocery List

Creating Reality

Written with my Thursday night group with prompts including:  no such thing as, what they taught me, three pounds of puppy cute, a mile from the nearest neighbor, a thud and a yelp, the killing began, change scares people “There is no such thing as reality,” he told me.  “All this is an illusion.  You … Continue reading Creating Reality

The Magic Boxers

Written with my Thursday night writing group with a wild bunch of prompts, including:  the dead man’s boxes (which we all changed to boxers), what is different today? No such thing as--, a jar of homegrown pansies, keep it local, later we went dancing, melted her heart Last night Betsy’s brother Tom called and asked … Continue reading The Magic Boxers

Escaping Fresh Produce

Written with my Thursday night writing group with the prompts:  waiting for the rain, in the kitchen, wayfarer, in the hands of God Maryann sat in the kitchen surrounded by fresh produce Frank had carried in just moments earlier.  She didn’t know where he’d gotten this large paper bag of zucchini and tomatoes, eggplants and … Continue reading Escaping Fresh Produce