The following was written in response to Reena’s Exploration Challenge.
We Must Be Patient
© Susan Zutautas 2020
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.
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.
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
This was written for a challenge over at HubPages by Bill Holland.
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”
is how I feel, when with you
Friendship was the base
Love followed shortly after
Harmonious we’ve become
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!
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
This poem is for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #45.
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
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!
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
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