This post is for July Blues over at BeckyB’s.
This was written for Six Sentence Story over at Denise’s.
Liberty, an Irish Setter, was a beautiful, well behaved, dog that my mom and dad had rescued back in the late ’70s.
She was funny as when we’d go for car rides, she wouldn’t do her business anywhere other than in our backyard. It didn’t matter if she was away from the house for six hours, she’d hold until she got home.
One day I was watching her in the backyard playing catch and release with a frog that came to visit.
She’d catch the frog, hold it in her mouth for a few seconds, then let it go and then run and catch it again, and again.
Liberty was one of the gentlest dogs I’ve ever known.
This poem is written for What do you See challenge over at Willow Poetry.
I died a very long time ago
Encased in clay, broken, total dismay
Now here I stand with head in hands
Staring blankly across the lands
My soul is still alive
Even though my body died
I stand in wait
Wanting to be taken to the gate
Yearning for my soul to be set free
Will it ever be?
This short story is for Six Sentence Story over at Denise’s.
The word prompt is EXTENSION.
We’d packed up all her things loaded them onto a truck and headed for the Canadian border.
Being a snowbird for mother was now over as she was getting too old to be in Florida by herself and needed us to take care of her.
Luckily, we were able to renovate and add living quarters onto our house for her as there was no way we’d put her in a retirement or nursing home.
“It’s sure taking a long time to get there, can’t you drive a bit faster, you’ve got to be going under the speed limit,” mom said with a slight hint of sarcasm on the third day of the journey.”
“Here we are, this is our exit mom, we’ll be home in a few minutes.”
When we reached the driveway mom immediately noticed the extension on the side of the house and said, “Oh my, you’ve outdone yourselves this time, I can’t wait to see the inside.”
These questions were answered for Fibbing Friday over at The Haunted Wordsmith. You should try this, it was fun.
Numbers can be lucky, or so they say
What’s your lucky number, I ask if I may?
In poker, I have many, combinations that I’ll play
King, seven is one of my favorites, that I win at most days
Sometimes my lucky number is the number two
That goes way back from when I had twins, how about you?
Growing up I always liked the number ten
Maybe because it was the first double-digit,
but that was way back when
Some folks like the number seven
Makes me think of the store, Seven Eleven
There are so many combinations, that you can play
Have you bought your ticket, for the lottery today?
I’ve seen many people bet on sixty-nine
Whatever they are thinking, I’m sure is fine
As you can see
I have many favorites
I’ll just let it be
This was written for a challenge @https://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/2019-april-pad-challenge-day-8
Thanks for joining me!
Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton