The tree has entered my hands,
The sap has ascended my arms,
The tree has grown in my breast-
The branches grow out of me, like arms.
Tree you are,
Moss you are,
You are violets with wind above them.
A child – so high – you are,
And all this is folly to the world.
For: Nurt Thurs – Perfect Candidate
Copyright Jean L. Hays
He arrived 10 minutes earlier, excited and worried at the same time. Mark said he might like her, his colleague from Purchasing. He said he’d have a go. And why not? It has been three years since the divorce and he thinks he’s ready to date again. He was having his cappuccino when she arrived. She’s beautiful, with brown wavy hair and a simple black dress. They greeted each other and she ordered her Latte. Their small talk went well. He likes the way she talks with a slight American accent, she likes his gentle manners. They agreed to meet again.
For: Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
“It was Christmas morning and all through the house…..”
We hear the sound of children whispering excitedly… ”Has Father Christmas been?” “Has he eaten the minced pie we left for him and the carrot for the reindeer?” “ssshhh, we should still be in bed…”
A soft “Silent Night” was playing on the radio. Mum and Dad still in bed. One of the kids tiptoed to their room and went in the middle of the bed. Mum gave him a cuddle. And of course, the other kids followed, as well as Baxter the dog. They all stayed there, enjoying the morning cuddles and hugs, giggling and shifting about.
“Right,” said Dad. “Shall we all see what Father Christmas has left for us?” And the children all followed him going down the stairs.
Dad turned all the Christmas lights on, as well as the radio and the kettle. Mum woke up, too. The children saw their stockings full of lovely presents – socks, colouring books and pens, sweets, CDs, comics, games, etc. They also opened the other presents. Jack’s got a bike, scooter for Martin, Barbie doll for Sam, and books for Brigit. Baxter got a big bone to chew! Mum and Dad also got their presents. They kissed each other.
They all had their tea and some breakfast – sausage and bacon, cereals, eggs, fruit, bread and marmalade. At 10, they went to hear mass. Dad took them to the playground afterwards. Then Mum started cooking. Granny and Grandad were coming for dinner. The day ended well, all happy and contended. Hope you all had a wonderful Christmas Day, too!
For: Tale Weaver # 45
(Awarded 1st Place) Great Grandmother by SFC Lance Widner – Division 1 (Active Duty Military) CC BY 2.0
THIS WEEK’S WORDS come from “Ghazal for White Hen Pantry” by Jamila Woods: brown, friends, white, palm, born, burnt, consonants, windows, unmarked, sins, paint, pantry
In her palm a new born baby
Unmarked by sins and consonants
Great Grandma smiling with glee
She can see the family semblance
Outside the windows friends waving
In the pantry some flours were taken
The can see Great Grandma blooming
And Dad beams with pride with his apron
Baking brown bread but they got burnt
The children tried to help but were too late
Never mind everything can be relearnt
The main thing is they’re all feeling great
For: Photo Challenge #92 December 22, 2015 and Whirligig 38 by Magical Mystical Teacher
She would have never thought that life would turn out like this. Growing up as one of the rich kids she always thought that being poor was a life-choice, that poor people were just lazy or uneducated and that this would be the reason for them to end up on the streets. Now she knew better. Being poor was not a choice. Everything could change in a heartbeat.
She fell in love. As soon as she saw him, she knew he was the answer to her dreams. The only man who could make her happy. Still, people were intrigue as to why she chose him – he’s not rich, a working student from a single family. His mother brought him up. And her parents paid everything to have the wedding bells. After that, they were basically on their own.
Ten years later, with a husband who was just made redundant and two small children, she has to make ends meet. Walking at the centre of her avenue and looking at the different shops, she wished there would be some change left after she bought their food. She wanted to buy a Christmas tree for the family. She imagined the children’s faces when they see the Christmas tree. That it would be like magic to them, especially if there were presents underneath the tree. But that would mean she has to work overtime and probably miss paying some bills. She used to be a carefree rich girl, now she’s a poor working woman making ends meet.
by brenda warren
For: Finish It! #43 by Author S B Mazing and Wordle 125 by Brenda Warren
With the weather being so unseasonably warm, she was finding it harder than normal to get into the holiday spirit. At 17 degrees, it has been particularly warm at this time of the year. It was too warm to have a warm mulled wine while looking at Christmas decorations at the Christmas market. It was too warm to wear her new down winter coat, she was sweating like a pig! Not to mention her Ugg boots, they were far too warm. She just needs a light jacket and some trainers. She also doesn’t feel like going to Christmas parties at work and with some friends.
The truth was, she was feeling homesick. She wanted to be in the Philippines, where it’s really warm at this time of the year, around 25 degrees. She wanted to be with family and friends. She wanted to have started hearing dawn masses since the 16th of the month until Christmas Eve where they will hear a high Midnight Mass with all the choir and great music. She wanted to eat the Filipino delicacies “bibingka” and “puto bumbong” right after the mass, straight from the native oven and being sold just outside the churches. She wanted to hear the Christmas carols by the children in front of their house, with their made-up instruments of smashed tin cans held by wires. She wanted to decorate their house with all sorts of Christmas decorations and lights, fake Christmas trees (unlike the real trees from Germany), tinsel, paper chains, Christmas “parols” with flashing lights. Oh well, perhaps, next year, they can celebrate Christmas in the Philippines.
For: five minute friday :: choose your own word! and Write Now Prompt
(5) Words: | GHOST| ROUGH | DUST | STRANGE | TURN |
Don’t turn around, there’s a ghost
Strange feeling all over
Dust unsettled over there
Rough day ahead for us all
Do not turn around, there’s a ghost
Almost strange but not for her
Maher doesn’t mind, she’s dusting
Asking rough questions, feeling the blue
Do not turn around, there’s a ghost
For: Weekly Writing Prompt #15 by the Secret Keeper
PHOTO PROMPT- © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
As the trees sway, I felt that weird shifting shoots and a feathery light object grazed my skin. I’ve seen some sparks in that scarlet sky. Did I just hear some thunder? Before I get wet, I came in and closed the door and looked out our kitchen window. I heard the door creaked, it needed oiling. Anyway, there was no doubt that something or someone was out there, probably lost or hiding in a hole. Oh, Peter why did you leave me alone in this forsaken place? The aliens are coming to get me, I’m sure.
by brenda warren
For: Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields and Wordle 124 by Brenda Warren
Tis the season to be merry
Christmas is here with glee
Three stories to tell
I’m sure they’re all swell
Though Panda’s not that cutesy
Samantha’s catching up on her reading
With all her books instead of clubbing
She’s looking for some clues
If and when Santa snooze
Then she needed a break as the coffee’s brewing
The Panda was in a cantankerous mood
He tipped the shopping trolley out, quite rude
Johannes and son were not pleased
Attendants hurriedly the Panda seized
Panda said he was having some Christmas blued
The Smith brothers haven’t seen each other for years
In different places they were all bombardiers
But for this year, they’re all here
Sharing stories, wine and beer
With their families bringing Christmas cheers
For: LRose’ Thur Picture Prompt #42
There was Little Fairy Christmas who came down from heaven
She wanted to make everyone happy and have some fun
She chose the first three people
She wanted them to be cheerful
She’s got to be creative and off she went on her mission
There was a business man whose life was so toxic
Meetings, negotiations and everything’s got to be quick
Little Fairy Christmas waved her wand
Sent him there before he could respond
An idyllic place for tranquillity with a nearby creek
There was a lovely lady who had two birds in a cage
She used to perform and sing with them on the stage
She wanted to flee but can’t leave them be
Little Fairy Christmas set them free
Left two red peppers on their place in that cage
There was a little boy who liked playing in the mud
He also liked it when it rains and there’s a lot of flood
Little Fairy Christmas presented her present
Which the boy can put in their basement
A swimming pool but instead of water, it’s full of mud
For: Tale Weaver #43 – Fairy Tale Prompt and Thur Picture Prompt #41