Femininity

She was afraid that her top would come undone, so she tested out her bathing suit under a torrent of water and to her surprise it held up.  She was not sure if she should embrace or conceal her feminine traits.  She loved the way her new bathing suit looked on her, but it was so revealing and she was basically a shy girl.  She wore it because it was in style, and girls all across the country started wearing bikinis.  She thought about wearing it as a mutiny against her parents, as her mom preferred her to wear more subdued clothing, which always made her feel as though her body was something to be ashamed of, and this caused her a lot of humiliation.  The suit would work out great for being in the water, but it did not hide an inch of her body, instead it exposed so much of her, all of those girly parts that she never wanted anyone to see.

She always heard people say that there was no need to have breasts any bigger than a mouthful, but at sixteen, she was still flat as a post.  The truth often hurts and she was tired of wearing A-cup size bras, but she knew there was no method available for her to flex her chest muscles to increase her breast size, as this could only be done by improving her posture, and pushing her breasts further forward to make them appear to be firmer and fuller.  She would never win a beauty pageant title and she was OK with that, but she had to get off this merry-go-round of hiding her body in public.

Written for Sheryl’s Daily Word Prompt – Mutiny, for the Daily Spur prompt – Post, for FOWC with Fandango – Top, for March Writing Prompts – The truth often hurts, for Ragtag Community – Afraid, for Reena’s Exploration Challenge #125 prompt – Women and womanhood, for Di’s Three Things Challenge prompt words – Flex Title Merry-Go-Round, for Sue Vincent’s Thursday photo prompt – Torrent and for Word of the Day Challenge Prompt – Country.

Astronomical Monuments

Standing stones are found all over the world, and most were erected in the Stone Age between 5000 and 2000 BC, although in Western Europe their major development occurred in the third millennium BC.  The monuments are set in stone so that they specifically to line up with the movements of the Sun and Moon, although scientists and historians continue to debate their purpose, construction, and meaning.  A lith is an indicating stone or rock like a megalith that is used to construct a structure or monument, either alone or together with other stones.  A menhir is a tall, vertically placed standing stone, whilst a dolmen is a table-like structure comprising a large slab laid horizontally on two smaller stone supports called orthostats, which are large thin slabs.  A cromlech is about the same thing as a dolmen and they were the first stone structures to be built in Wales and they even pre-date the pyramids in Egypt!  How were these enormously large structures built with those extremely heavy stones long before the creation of the wheel, let alone any other modern technology?

Sticks and stones may break my bones, and words may conflate to form a different meaning.  Aristotle and Galileo both observed swinging stones, and where Aristotle saw progress toward a state of rest was achieved, feeling that the sideways perturbations were accidental, while Galileo saw the swinging to be essential and the eventual cessation was accidental, caused by the phenomenon of friction, which was only first studied by Leonardo Da Vinci.  Some stone structures are thought to delineate a sacred space, perhaps leading people toward an area of worship, while a popular legend says that the wizard Merlin turned rows of people into stone.

Working with stone is regarded as a primitive skill and nobody really knows or understands the reasons why these complex structures were built.  It certainly took a lot of skill, and workmanship to accurately place and position these formations.  It is hard to resist thinking about how these great big stones were transported to the site where they were finally erected.  These ancient gregarious people certainly were full of zest, enthusiasm and energy and this must have been personal for them and they probably felt like a star is born, when they were completed.

Ancient people may have been just as smart as we are today and the Polynesians who built the stone statues on Easter Island were probably able to focus better than us, because they weren’t affected by the distractions that we have today.  The monuments will last for a long time, but they will eventually become spoilt by erosion.  In the photograph above, the stones appear to be dark and although their presence dominates the landscape, the absence of color exists in most of these structures.  I find them to be scrumptious, and I developed an appreciation for stone after I helped my father construct a stone barbecue pit for the backyard of our summer home up in the Poconos.  It incorporated a hand turned spit, which could easily accommodate a whole pig, but I would have to split a lot of wood to cook something that big.  A stone reading desk is very rare, but they do exist in some very old churches that were built in the thirteenth century.  Legend has it that a headless horseman rides by one of these churches at midnight and there is a pot of gold lying at the bottom of a dark pool guarded by an evil presence at another church, but you can’t believe everything that you read on the internet.

Written for Sheryl’s Daily Word Prompt – Conflate, for Roger Shipp’s Daily Addictions prompt – Desk, for the Daily Spur prompt – Resist, for FOWC with Fandango – Zest, for Christine’s Daily Writing Prompt – A star is born, for Linda G. Hill’s ‘Life in progress’ JusJoJan prompt – Scrumptious, for January Writing Prompts – The absence of color, for Ragtag Community – Gregarious, for Di’s Three Things Challenge prompt words – Spit Split Spoilt, for Sue Vincent’s January 9, 2020 Thursday photo prompt – Presence where the image shows an old photograph of a pathway lined with standing stones leading through a flower-filled meadow and for Word of the Day Challenge Prompt – Personal.

Pegasus

I sat on the kerb with Herb, or if you are from the US, you might call it the curb, but me being from Brooklyn I spell it as curb, but pronounce it as kerb.  We watched as the lot across the street started burning and we were appalled that someone had started this fire in our neighborhood.  When the police came, Herb started singing, “We didn’t start the fire, it was always burning since the world’s been turning.”  It did not take much of an impulse to trigger Herb into putting on a performance, as he was always willing to take the leap and accommodate a crowd of people, ever since he was the lead Munchkin in a play about the wizard of Oz.

The trees in the lot were bare of leaves and it had been a very dry Summer, so this lot was ripe for a fire.  When it wasn’t so dry, we would see green, orange, puce, and yellow hues, the colors most often associated with earth and nature in this lot, but now all we saw was a brightly lit pall of white smoke showing through the trees and like all boys do, we tried to discern the pattern it was making.  The fume had a strong smell and I am sure that it was dangerous to inhale, but we were lucky as it was not blowing in our direction.  I told Herb that I could see shadow monsters in the smoke as it looked like the head of a dragon leading the smoke up, up and away.  Herb said it looked more like Pegasus because the smoke was pure white.  I started to get hungry, so I said to Herb, “We should go to Pegasus Pizza, because they flat out have the best crust.”

Written for Sheryl’s Daily Word Prompt – Impulse, for Roger Shipp’s Daily Addictions prompt – Play, for the Daily Spur prompt – Performance, for FOWC with Fandango – Accommodate, for Christine’s Daily Writing Prompt – The wizard of Oz, for December Writing Prompts – Shadow monsters, for Ragtag Community – Puce, for Di’s Three Things Challenge prompt words – Crust Kerb Flat, for Sue Vincent’s Thursday photo prompt – Fume where the photo shows a line of leaf-bare trees outlined against a pall of white smoke, brightly lit from within that appears to take the shape of the head of a mythical beast, for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Tale Weaver #256 hosted by Michael – Trigger and for Word of the Day Challenge Prompt – Leap.

Change Your Evil Ways

As I was in dreamland last night, the ghost of Christmas future came to me with an offering that she would let me see what fate had in store for me, if I promised to stop beating my wife.  I was prone to violence when she got me mad, or didn’t do what I told her to do.  I have been known to hit her, kick her and I have even chocked her on a few occasions, but each time she got on my nerves, so she deserved it.  It started on our wedding night, when I saw her sucking face with her cousin, who does that, so I smacked her around to get her back in line.

I grew up in an abusive house and my father always made sure that he kept power and control over my mom, so I figured that my behavior was normal.  I stopped hitting her after she got pregnant, but that lazy bitch loafed around the house all the time complaining about how much her feet and her back hurt her.  It took a lot of restraint for me to keep from going off on her during this time and my rage just continued to build.  After the kid came, I started beating her again, mostly because it made me feel good to know that she lived in fear of me.  This became a vicious cycle, one which I was not able to stop, even though I did feel bad after hitting her some times.

One day she called the cops on me and I was arrested after the police saw all of her bruises.  I had to spend a night in jail and get bail money from my brother the next day.  My wife changed all the locks on the house and when I told her to let me in, she responded by telling me to call her lawyer.  I lost my job after the news of my arrest got back to my boss.  My life was in the toilet and my spirit was being flushed into the sewer.  Everything became crazy as destiny caught up with me.

The ghost held out her outstretched hand which contained a bowl filled with a magical elixir and she told me that if I were able to repent for my sins and transform my life, that this potion would change the shadows that were currently plaguing me.  I shook my head and agreed, as I was too frightened to talk.  I drank from the bowl and the ghost shrank out of sight.   I woke up all full of sweat and found out that I was back in the present and it was Christmas morning.  I saw that my future would be bright ahead and I would never beat my wife again.

Written for Sue Vincent’s December 26, 2019 Thursday photo prompt – Offering.

This is the Place

I was told to drop the dead body here, because nobody would ever find it. I am a hit man working in the modern version of Murder, Inc., which is an organized crime murder for hire organization that is contracted to spread corruption and eliminate any threats.  I recently did a hit in the Ukraine and I may be called in for questioning on the impeachment hearings, which I will have to plead the Fifth Amendment, as I am sworn to secrecy, knowing that my life and that of my family is under constant intimidation.  I grew up in the Gambino crime family one of the five families that dominate organized crime activities in New York City and I was engaged in gambling, loan sharking, extortion, labor racketeering, fraud, money laundering and narcotic trafficking, until I realized that I had a talent for killing people and then I became a hit man.

The decomposed body was discovered by a fisherman who pulled her into his boat and investigators are trying to pin it on me.  They have started to call her the “lady of the lake” and publicity is building up because of this name.  Nobody knows who she is yet and she didn’t have to die, but she wouldn’t give up the information that I was told to get from her and it was sort of an accident when she slipped and cracked her head open.  I weighted her body down in the spot that was selected and this area is not known to be good for fishing, so it was felt she would never be discovered in this secluded bay.  I should have cut her up and dumped her into the sea, but it is too late now for second guessing.

Written for Sue Vincent’s November 14, 2019 Thursday photo prompt.

I Should Have Flown South

It is such a long trip to make
Temperatures are making me shake
Harsh winter came early this year
The magpie said with a tear
My feathers don’t cover my legs or feet
This will take the joy out of my tweet
I should not have been so lazy
If I catch a cold that will drive me crazy
I hope that I don’t start to sneeze
Or catch some awful disease
The last thing I want is the avian flu
If I get that, I won’t know what to do

Written for Sue Vincent’s September 26, 2019 Thursday photo prompt.

Swamp Thing

The creature was lurking in a black lagoon that was part of the Louisiana swamps which are holding numerous secrets that will send chills down your spine and wake you up in the middle of the night screaming from your sleep.  It raised its hand out of the water, but it will probably remain hidden until darkness reigns.  These creatures are so terrifying because they have been known to hack people up into chunks and eat them just to create panic and instill more fear.  This monstrous swamp thing was born from a fungal virus infection that came into contact with radiation.  It takes on a humanoid/plant form and a group of scientists has been sent after it to try to capture the animal, bring it back to their lab so they can study what makes it tick.

Written for Sue Vincent’s September 5, 2019 Thursday Photo Prompt – Poised to ascend.

Murder Ballad

In 1969, Robert Hunter the Grateful Dead song lyricist was living with Jerry Garcia in a house on Madrone Canyon Road in Larkspur.  Their house was in a redwood grove sitting on an acre of land, with a creek running behind it, tall trees surrounding it, and the morning light would shine through the branches.  Hunter was impressed with the Band and the songwriting of Robbie Robertson after listening to Big Pink and he wanted to take the Grateful Dead in that direction for their next album Workingman’s Dead.  Hunter was inspired to write the song ‘Dire Wolf’ after watching The Hound of the Baskervilles on TV with Garcia.

This song is a dire story set in the middle of winter told by a man that sees a six hundred pound monster “the dire wolf” outside his window.  This guy had nothing to eat, so red whisky became his supper.  He says his prayers and goes to bed, but he was awakened by the dire wolf grinning outside his window.  He tells the wolf to come in, and they start playing cards.  The cards are cut to the queen of spades, which is the death card, and all the cards are death at this point.  That was the last anyone ever saw of him.  He begs the wolf not to murder him, but in the backwash of Fennario, the black and bloody mire the dire wolf is running round and he is hungry as wolves usually are.  This winter was particularly hard and cold, and being in this frozen environment, everyone was hungry all the time.  The Dire Wolf collects his due, as the other boys wait their turn singing round the fire “don’t murder me”.

That wolf outside my window is a real beast
He is probably real hungry and wants to feast
I don’t think he will be satisfied with whisky
I could invite him in, but that would be risky
I am up now, so maybe I could talk him into playing a game of cards
At six hundred pounds, he would go through all my bodyguards
Oh no not the queen of spades
I wish I had some Rolaids
That card will be the death of me
I should beg down on my knee
Please don’t murder me, I don’t even taste good
But the wolf was hungry and the man understood

In the timbers to Fennario, the wolves are running round,
The winter was so hard and cold, froze ten feet ‘neath the ground.
Don’t murder me, I beg of you, don’t murder me. Please, don’t murder me.

I sat down to my supper, ‘twas a bottle of red whisky,
I said my prayers and went to bed, that’s the last they saw of me.
Don’t murder me, I beg of you, don’t murder me. Please, don’t murder me.

When I awoke, the Dire Wolf, six hundred pounds of sin,
Was grinning at my window, all I said was “Come on in”.
Don’t murder me, I beg of you, don’t murder me. Please, don’t murder me.

The Wolf came in, I got my cards, we sat down for a game.
I cut my deck to the Queen of Spades, but the cards were all the same.
Don’t murder me, I beg of you, don’t murder me. Please, don’t murder me.

In the backwash of Fennario, the black and bloody mire,
The Dire Wolf collects his dues, while the boys sing ‘round the fire.
Don’t murder me, I beg of you, don’t murder me. Please, don’t murder me.
No, no, no don’t murder me. I beg of you,
Don’t murder me. Please, don’t murder me.

Written for Paula’s Thursday Inspiration 19 where this week’s theme is window and for Sue Vincent’s August 29, 2019 Thursday Photo Prompt – Frozen.

End Of Summer

It is the trailing edge of summer and ever since we saw that water snake in our local swimming hole, nobody wants to swim there anymore.  It used to be a place where we would all go to relax, but now our heightened senses have caused an overload and this once peaceful paradise is not the same.  We still go there to hang out, but everyone is too frightened to jump in, even though we learned that they are non poisonous.  We saw it creep out of the water one day to eat a frog, which was very problematic to watch.  The holidays are coming, but I wish the summer would never end.  Next week it is back to school for all of us, it is inevitable we are going back, even though this is against our will.

The weather will change and playing outside will be replaced by doing homework, watching more TV and whatever indoor Olympics we come up with.  I broke my wrist at the trampoline park called Sky Zone and now I am wearing a cast.  I guess all in all it was a pretty good summer, as my Aunt invited me to visit her at her home in Pebble Beach and we went to the Shakespeare festival where we saw Comedy Of Errors.  She makes a delicious chicken noodle soup and sometimes you just have to let summer go, but with a few days left, I haven’t written this one off yet,

Written for Sheryl’s Daily Word Prompt – Errors & Problematic, for Roger Shipp’s Daily Addictions prompt – Wrist, for the Daily Spur prompt – Holidays, for FOWC with Fandango – Written, for Go Dog Go Café Christine Prompt – Against our will, for Go Dog Go Café Tuesday Prompt – Edge of summer, for August Monthly Writing Prompts – Heightened senses, for Ragtag Community – Pebble, for Sara’s Closet Full Of Notebooks Prompt – Indoor Olympics, for Paula’s Three Things Challenge prompt words – Creep Wish Soup, for Sue Vincent’s August 22, 2019 Thursday Photo Prompt – Pool and for Word of the Day Challenge Prompt – Zone.

Just A Fool

Day after day that man climbs the hill.  He is skinny looking, a bit like Ichabod Crane and he doesn’t appear to have enough sense to come in out of the rain.  Nobody wanted to know him, as they all felt that he’s just a fool with his head up in the clouds.  Sara was a newbie in town and she felt that the people were being cruel to him, so she walked across the grass and up the hill to meet the strange man.  She introduced herself and asked the man how he was doing.  He said, “My name is Boojum Snark and I feel fine.”  Sara told him that she never heard the name Boojum before and then she asked him how he got that unusual name.  Boojum said, “I was born under a boojum tree and boojum is actually a phenomenon in physics associated with superfluid helium.”

Sara said, “I had no idea, but out of all of the laws in physics I find superfluidity to be the best methods for understanding how black holes behave.  I saw a video of helium that was cooled down to the point where it was able to do things that other fluids can’t, this superfluid liquid can flow without friction and climb up and over the sides of a dish, and remain motionless when its container is spun.  Do you mind me asking you why you are always walking back and forth on the top of this hill?”  Boojum said, “I saw a spot of darkness one day, which I think may have been caused by photons falling into a wormhole and leaving a tiny empty space behind, so if there is a wormhole here, I hope that I can find it.  It is not very big, probably only about the size of a pin, but seeing it that one time has kept me fascinated, due to the potential that it could allow faster-than-light travel and maybe even time travel.”

Boojum grabbed a tissue to wipe his eyes as he continued, “I wish that we did not make such a mess out of this planet, but since we did and there is no reset button for us to press, we may have to start over on another planet.  I want to improve space travel and I will keep trying to find a stable wormhole, as I feel it is here and I know that I am close.”  Sara said, “Sometimes I feel like I want to ditch this whole universe, but what if the wormhole took me to a place that was full of dinosaurs and it gave no overt sign of containing any wine or lasagna.  For now, I am happy seeing a wormhole on my desktop, as I have no desire to travel to the distant regions of the universe and make contact with alien civilizations and risk getting lost in the immensity of dark space.”

Written for Sheryl’s Daily Word Prompt – Improve, for Roger Shipp’s Daily Addictions prompt – Pin, for Mathew’s Daily Inkling prompt – I feel fine, for the Daily Spur prompt – Hope, for FOWC with Fandango – Newbie, for August Monthly Writing Prompts – That one time, for Nova’s Daily Random Word prompt – Overt, for Ragtag Community – Grass, for Sara’s Closet Full Of Notebooks Prompt 308 – Reset button, for Paula’s Three Things Challenge prompt words – Desktop Lasagna Tissue, for Sue Vincent’s August 15, 2019 Thursday Photo Prompt – Man on a hill and for Word of the Day Challenge Prompt – Wish.