Fog?

 

Car stalled on a foggy road.

Lights in the distance.

Walked in to that old tavern.

Cigarette smoke, sticky floor.

Men leering.

Almost felt naked.

Used the phone and left.

Getting dark.

Heard voices, drunken laughter.

They were on me so fast.

Thrown on the ground  next to a fence.

Two of them.

Foul breath, sweaty, grunting.

Horse approaching.

Woman rider in shimmering white.

Color of her skin changing.

Black, white, brown, yellow.

They stumbled away.

She turned her horse.

Looked back at me.

With tears.

Chased them down.

In to the fog.

Screams…

Walked back to my car.

 

Thanks to Rochelle for the prompt for this weeks Friday Fictioneers Challenge.

 

 

Fitness Photo Monday

 

Woman in Purple

Mother sends me to pick up Sam from school.  I walk in to the schoolyard as the children are leaving class.  There is a beautiful woman in purple standing to the side.  She holds a gnarled twig in her hand.  As she raises the piece of wood, a little girl yells, “No Mama!”  A flick of her wrist, all the children turn in to sheep.  I run, grab the twig and take off after the herd.  I get in front of them frantically waving the wand.

Sam shakes me.  Was I dreaming?  “Sam, you’re okay”, I say.  Sam replies, “Baaaa”.

Thank you Rochelle for another great Friday Fictioneers picture!

3/52 – Still Life

Who Am I? Who Are You?

If you don’t like me, you don’t know me!!

I just revised my “who am I” and my “who are you” pages.  Check it out!

Cloud Dreaming

My brother-in-law, a poet, storyteller and photographer.

Through The Door

The boy came to a hill and his favorite tree.
His world was his own, so were his dreams.
He sat in its shade where he would see,
How clouds formed to shape his scenes:
There came a bear right out of thin air,
And a unicorn with a swirly horn,
There swam a dolphin with only one fin
And a chimpanzee, he could clearly see.
He made a wish, then saw two fish,
Where another he swore was a dinosaur.
Looking to the east, he saw a beast,
And a cat all billowy and fat.
So what came forth out of the north?
A dragon pulling a white wagon,
And a giraffe―but only one half.
Out of the west formed what he loved best,
An elephant with its trunk all bent,
And a polliwog that turned into a frog.
It was in the shade of that old tree,
He…

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Fitness Photo Monday

Fitness Photo Challenge Week 1 – Goals

My Michael and I have decided to participate in this 12 week challenge hosted by As My Camera Sees it.  Michael does not have a blog at this time so we will do it together on mine. We both turned 59 on our birthdays this year.  In order for us to continue with these birthdays some work needs to be done.  Some changes need to be make.  We have no problem getting older, we just want to do it as an active couple. My goals for the next 12 weeks are:

1. Lose 10 pounds
2. Run an 11 minute mile
3. Walk/run/bike/kayak at least 5 days a week
4. Complete my exercise routine 3-4 times a week (squats, push-ups, planks, lift)

Michael’s goals are:

1. Lose 30 lbs. (10 per month)
2. Average 1 hour of vigorous activity per day. (walk, run, kayak, bike, swim, etc.)
3. Develop a weight lifting routine…lift every other day…at least 3 times per week, depending on muscle recovery.
4. Strengthen my core.

2/52 – Shadow

Mojito’s

 

I heard them coming.  It would be a while before they got too close.

“Come on, woman!  What’s taking you so long?”

She looked down at me, “Don’t talk”.

Sometimes, I forget that rule.  Swearing is okay, saying her name is okay and I had done both in the last hour.  But no conversation is allowed.

Earlier in the day, we walked a mile from the house thinking it would be safe.  We spread out the blanket, put down the picnic basket, ate the sandwiches and cookies.  Then she pulled out the thermos of mojitos she had mixed up.  They went down so easily and were soon gone.

That’s when it began.  She crawled toward me, stopped, sat back and pulled off her t-shirt.  I laid back and waited.  The combination of my woman, mojitos and sunshine was exciting.  She got on top of me.  My God, she was glorious to watch as she moved to a rhythm only she knew.  The pendant she wore, swayed back and forth.

All of a sudden I realized, a mile isn’t far enough.  Our grandson came running over the hill followed by the sheep.  He yelled, “Nana, Papa, can I have a cookie?”

Thank you Jeremy for another great weekend challenge. This one was fun! 

I used the above picture and the words below.

Word bank:

• mohito
• pendant
• safe
• mile