Wednesday, October 17, 2018

lost in the fog

This ongoing creative release was started quite a while ago. The Words for Wednesday prompts are provided by a number of people and has become a movable feast.Essentially the aim is to encourage you to write. Each week a selection of prompts are provided: which can be words, phrases, music or an image. You are encouraged to use any form of artistic expression (stories, poems, music, pictures) to express how those prompts move you. The prompts will be on the Elephant's Child blog this month but are provided by Margaret Adamson, and her friend Sue Fulton. They may also include photographs taken by Margaret's friend Bill Dodds.   Today we are graced with two photos ...
photo by Margaret
He sat on the bench, facing the sun, which was so bright and blinding that he was forced to look away.

The emptiness of the bench beside him served as a harsh reminder of the emptiness he felt inside.

His world changed after she was gone.

Once they would have sat together in the sun, holding hands and laughing like school children again.

photo by Bill
His thoughts wandered aimlessly back and forth between past and present in his memories.  She had always been the one to keep his thoughts on track.  To keep him from getting lost in what he called the fog.

She called it "The Big A" as if it was a tourist attraction like New York's Big Apple.

When he was first diagnosed, he was afraid that he would forget her.  That she would become a stranger to him, tending to his needs out of a sense of duty, not out of love.

As he began to get lost in the fog more often, he became aware of how her appearance had changed.  Losing weight.  Losing hair.  When he was lucid, he would ask if she was alright, and she would tell him it was a new diet fad and not to worry.

She died one night when he was in the fog.  The cancer had eaten her up faster than The Big A had eaten him up.  When the haze lifted and he realized she was gone, a part of him was grateful. 

Now she was a part of his past, that he would never forget.  

Friday, October 12, 2018

sliced bread

This ongoing creative release was started quite a while ago. The Words for Wednesday prompts are provided by a number of people and has become a movable feast.Essentially the aim is to encourage you to write. Each week a selection of prompts are provided: which can be words, phrases, music or an image. You are encouraged to use any form of artistic expression (stories, poems, music, pictures) to express how those prompts move you. The prompts will be on the Elephant's Child blog this month but are provided by Margaret Adamson, and her friend Sue Fulton. They may also include photographs taken by Margaret's friend Bill Dodds.
This week we were given two phrases [and I'm taking an easy way out because I'm just so overwhelmed emotionally from the pictures of Hurricane Michael that I have no creative writing skills right now]:

Let the cat out of the bag. Or in this case, in the bag.


and the best thing since sliced bread.
I'm not sure why that is a "thing" but apparently, it is because there were a ton of pictures of cats in slices of bread.  Personally, I think my cats would rip my eyes out if I tried it on either of them.
And then Charlie would eat their little heads off because he loves sliced bread.