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Isolation Better Than Death

The following was written in response to Reena’s Exploration Challenge.

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Image by Free-Photos from Pixabay 

 

 

Contagious, brutal

Isolation transcendent

We Must Be Patient

© Susan Zutautas 2020

 

 

Share Your World

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Image by Pexels from Pixabay 

 

This was written for “Share Your World”


QUESTIONS:

Can you bake a cake?   (credit for this question goes to Di, who asked it on her post 

https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2020/02/29/its-a-mystery/

recently.   Thanks, Di! After last week’s SYW, we needed a little bit of sweet and light!)

What’s one thing that can instantly make your day better?

When you were a kid, did you eat the crusts on your sandwich or not?

What’s something your family would be surprised to learn about you?

 

My answers:

Yes, I can bake a cake. Birthday cakes, cheesecakes, carrot cake.  The cakes I’d like to learn how to make are Lithuanian cakes.

Writing a short story, poem, or sharing a recipe that I’ve created.

Yes, I’ve always eaten the crusts on my sandwiches. Waste not, want not  🙂

When I was a little girl I so badly wanted to grow up and become a famous singer.

 

 

Found Letters – Flash Fiction

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This was written for this week’s Flash Fiction Challenge over at Carrot Ranch.

February 13, 2020, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story that includes a sugar report. Use its original meaning of a letter from a sweetheart to a soldier, or invent a new use for it. Go where the prompt leads!

 

Jenny was cleaning out her mom’s house after she’d died and came across a stack of letters tied together. She was curious to find out who they were from, so she settled into a big comfy chair and was shocked as soon as she started to read them. They were from a man in the army and from the written words she could tell that he was in love with her mother and planned to marry. After putting two and two together Jenny found out that this man was her father who never returned from the war. Tears flowed.

 

 

Friends

The warmth of the sun ignites my passionThe smile on your face embraces my heartYour arms that hold me protect me from harmMy love for you intensifies day by day (2)

 

This was written for Friday, 5 lines or less over at Patricia’s Place.

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The Great Flood

When the sun did come out.

Bill lives in a modest house on a large acreage in the beautiful state of Washington with his wife and their two dogs.

Anyone who lives in this state and loves it there and is used to the rain. One can go days upon days or even weeks without seeing any sunshine. This is the norm, especially during fall, winter, and spring. Most people will ask, “How do you live in a place that rains all the time?” Some people don’t mind it and others simply hate it and cannot live there.

This one year however in the spring the days of rain turned into weeks and then into months. Bill thought it would never end and even joked about building an ark. One had to have a sense of humor to get through this, and I must say Bill sure does.

Upon his acreage, he kept chickens and grew most of his own vegetables. Sadly, the rain had flooded out his land and ruined most of the crops. Worried about the chickens, Bill made a cozy spot in the garage, a little cramped but better than the coop that was flooded. Mornings now started at four-thirty am and Bill now had a new alarm clock system that consisted of thirty chickens clucking away wanting their breakfast.

Three months later:

 

Finally, after three long wet months, the sky cleared up and the sun came out.  Most of the roads were in bad shape. One couldn’t travel very far as most were engulfed in water.

Mount Rainier looked like it had a new lake and it appeared there was a causeway in the middle of it. There really wasn’t one, it was land that had drowned.

 

Now summertime and the lakes were filled beyond capacity.  This didn’t deter Bill from any of his projects. You see Bill also is an accomplished writer. He has written and published at least 22 books, writes on HubPages, has several blogs, does freelance work, and is a writing coach. It exhausts me just thinking about all that he accomplishes every day.

There were days after the downpours Bill and sometimes his wife Bev would take their two dogs, Maggie and Toby out for a long walk. Four times a week they would walk into town to get supplies such as food and chicken feed. Most days the dogs would have a great time running through puddles getting very wet. A few times the dogs would shake and everyone would be wet. Bill soon put an end to this by training them to shake a few feet away from him.

Before they knew it all the water from the floods had disappeared into the ground and life became hectic once again, planting as much as they possibly could for a short growing season.

In the fall Bill and Bev were able to harvest what they’d planted. Normally they’d take a good part of what they’d grown to sell at the market. This year there was only enough for the two of them to get through the winter. Still, though they were able to sell eggs every few days from the chickens which were bountiful.

That winter Bill wrote a memoir entitled “And the Blind Shall See”. Life was good!

© Susan Zutautas 2020

Available on Amazon

 

This was written for a challenge over at HubPages by Bill Holland.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

https://hubpages.com/literature/Billybucs-Photo-ChallengePrompt-Installment-2

Life is Good #Tanka #Poetry

This was written for a challenge over at Colleen’s 2020 Weekly Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge. 

The two words to write about are “Love” & “Harmony”

 

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Life is Good

Pure tranquility

is how I feel, when with you

Friendship was the base

Love followed shortly after

Harmonious we’ve become

 

© Susan Zutautas 2020

 

 

 

 

 

Ode to Bobo

Sadly this week my good friend Charli said good-bye to her beautiful dog Bobo who is in the picture amongst the daisies.

The piece I’ve written below is for a flash fiction challenge over at Carrot Ranch.

February 6, 2020, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story to the theme “a dog in the daisies.” It can be any dog, real or imagined. Push into the setting and as always, go where the prompt leads!

A tribute to Bobo flash fiction 2020.

 

Last night I dreamt about you. You were running through a field of daisies. Your favorite place. You looked like you were young, happy, with not a care in the world, and pain-free. You’ll never know how much this delighted me.

From the day you came into our lives, till the day you left us, and beyond our hearts have been full of love.

 

Oh, sweet pup of mine

I take this as a sign

That you’ve been thinking of me

Letting me know you’re running free

We will meet again one day

We will run, we will play

© Susan Zutautas 2020

 

 

 

A Woman’s Place is in the Home #FFE

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Image by David D from Pixabay

A woman’s place is in the home, or a woman’s place is in the kitchen reminds me of a story my father told me long ago. He was in the Canadian Navy and was in Scotland during WWII. He’d just met a young woman and she’d taken him home to meet her parents. After the introductions were made and everyone was seated in the parlour the girls’ father sternly said to his wife, “woman, get back in the kitchen where you belong.”

This angered my father and he was about to say something when the girl grabbed onto his arm as if to say leave it alone and just let it be.

Shortly after my father said he had to get back to his ship and left.

The origin of this phrase dates back to 467 B.C., where it was said: “Let women stay at home and hold their peace.”

There were various forms of the saying over the years and in:

 November 1970, Time magazine printed a piece titled Newcomers in the House. Bella Abzug campaigned for office in the US Congress using the slogan “This woman’s place is in the House… the House of Representatives.”

 

This piece was written for Fandango’s February Expressions #6.

 

 

Down by the River

This poem is for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #45.

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Standing on the shoreline I gaze across the river

The day is chilly but yet I stay put and shiver

Daydreaming with memories of my childhood

Of all the times when I’d come here to collect driftwood

The water back then was always choppy

We’d ride down to the river in my father’s jalopy

I come here now to reminisce

Here is where we had our first kiss

So many wonderful memories

Over half a century

This has to be my favorite place

Memories that I’ll always embrace

 

© Susan Zutautas 2019

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Gift of Life

It’s storytime once again over at Carrot Ranch.

In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that includes the greatest gift. Answer it as if it were a question, or show what it could be. Go where the prompt leads you!

 

Sept 12 Flash Fiction

The gift of life

Was given to me

Not once, not twice, but three times

Cancer can be a killer

I’ve escaped it

I am forever grateful

I’ve fought hard over the years

To survive and the fighting paid off

I will never give in to this horrible disease

That takes far too many lives every day

Remission does not mean it won’t come back

If it does, I will do battle again

Miracles happen

I’m proof of that

Live each day as if it were your last

Whether you’re battling or not

Life is truly the greatest gift

© Susan Zutautas 2019