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Bridge or Fence

CCC#34

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“Seems like a strange place to put a fence don’t you think? Looks like they wanted to give you the impression that it’s a bridge, yet I don’t see any water, do you? Want to go and explore?” she asked.

“I’m sure it’s private property but … what the hell, he said, Let’s see where it goes at least.”

 

There was a bridge, across the road

From here I could see there were toads

We crossed the road and to our surprise

The bridge was covered in big black fly’s

Then it hit us like a ton of bricks

The smell was bad and it was thick

So we left the bridge alone

Decided to run, all the way home

 

“It’s bloody sewer pipes. Why make such a pretty bridge over something that smells so bad!” she said.

“Come on, let’s get as far away as possible from this place. They probably did this to deter people from poking around on their property.”

 

 

© Susan Zutautas 2019

 

This post is for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #34.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Bundle of Sticks

CCC#33

CCC#33

 

Bundles of sticks lay on the forest floor

Thinking to myself,

What a score!

Baskets I could make and

I would with no mistake

Carry them back to my cabin,

I put them in my wagon

Suddenly I stopped

and thought

Someone made these bundles

and then I heard a rumble

I put them back quick

thinking I was slick

I grabbed the wagons handle

This walk no longer a ramble

I ran as fast as I could

All turned out good

 

© Susan Zutautas 2019

 

This was written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge.

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Real-Estate Deal

CCC#28

“Oh, Ian this house is perfect, don’t you think?” Meg asked

“Well it will need a lot of work to get it ship-shape but there’s so much character here.  I can only imagine all the memories that the walls hold.”

“The stable has four stalls so we could get a few horses if we want, further down the road.”

“For sure Meg, but first we have to put an offer on this place.”

“I say let’s do it.”

Meg and Ian put a fair offer in on the homestead and then waited to hear back from their real-estate gal.

The couple was ecstatic as the sellers accepted their first offer right away and they could move in, in a few months. This was going to be perfect for the couple as they were to be married in one month.

Life was wonderful.

 

©Susan Zutautas 2019

 

This flash fiction was written in response to Crimson’s Creative Challenge #28.

Grass On The Other-Side

A short story about a boy and his dad being impoverished then finding hope.

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A Man Named Charley

Way up on the hillside there once lived a man named Charley

He seemed quite nice but sometimes he was gnarly

He lived alone in a stone blockhouse

He once told us he had a pet mouse

The weeds and brush somewhat hid his abode

The entire time he lived there the grass never mowed

Always wondering if he’d had any kids

Never asked him as it seemed questions were forbid

We’d often bring him food from our homes

When we did his voice would change tones

Always grateful for what we’d bring

Never said thank you but he’d sing

Out his guitar would come and he’d strum

We couldn’t help it, along we’d hum

One winters day we went to visit him and he was gone

He’d left us a letter to tell us he’d passed on

We’ll always remember the man named Charley

Sometimes he was quite gnarly

©Susan Zutautas 2019

 

This was written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Little Bird Changed The Day

Crimson's creative challenge #25

As the day got hotter and hotter

I sat staring off into the water

Dreaming of better days

Wishing the bad ones would go away

Worrying about so many things

Then I heard a little bird sing

My mood suddenly improved

I became quite amused

The little bird upon the rock

Made me smile, what a shock

 

© Susan Zutautas 2019

 

This poem was written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge.

 

The Riverbed

CCC#22

What once was a flowing river

now no water is delivered

Rocks remain, all the same

some would say this is a shame

Weeds have gown

between the  stones

Now a walking path for bears

They’ve taken it over

and made it theirs

Maybe soon let’s presume

The rains will flood

and new fish will bud

© Susan Zutautas 2019

 

This was written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #22.