AWOL

Um…. yeah. I’m sorry about that.

After all the times my bloggie buddies have simply disappeared without warning, leaving me hanging, not knowing if they were dead or alive…. I never had any intention of doing the same myself.

Where was I? Just living IRL.

It seems when I finally threw in the towel on Suzie’s House because the vast majority of my readers had no interest in it, I lost interest in blogging all together. I went back to my first love – writing Science Fiction and Fantasy. I got a good critique group and dove right in. So far I have rough drafted four books for a very long series and done major revisions on two of them. I plan to self publish them, hopefully in the next year.

I got the other hip replaced just in time for the last of my follow up appointments to be over when COVID shut down the clinic where my surgeon works. Good thing there weren’t any serious complications.

I’ve been dieting again, because fat people die more often than skinny ones and I wouldn’t mind getting off the blood pressure meds again.

I’ve been on the verge of posting a dozen times since my last post. Each time, I didn’t have the energy to go visit everyone. Rather than post and run, I just walked away.

Yet, to my amazement, there are still a fair number of people who come by each day. So…. yeah. I’ll visit those who leave comments. Just be patient with me. It’s nearly midnight here as I type this.
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Ella’s Deli

Her editor said, “bring more local color into the book.” So she looked around the city and found several stores that were unique to Madison. One was Ella’s Deli, where a merry-go-round out front told you what it was like inside. She included it in the book. Her editor said, “what kind of place has toy trains under glass for tables? It’s not realistic. Take it out.

The Challenge: Write a story in 100 words or less
The Challenger (Hub): Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The Photo Credit: Dale Rogerson

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Time Flies

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Belfast

On the south side of Belfast, Marge hired a Black Taxi driver to show her around. On the southern side of the wall, all the murals of Belfast depicted a wish for peace and harmony. Marge took pictures. On the Northern side, the murals depicted aggression and supremacy. Marge got out to read the graffiti.

“So many people want to take down the wall. Why hasn’t it been done yet?”

“I hope they don’t” the cab driver said. “Not until these people on the north side stop lobbing torches over it.”

The Challenge: Write a story in 100 words or less
The Challenger (Hub): Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The Photo Credit: Randy Mazie

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Point of View

“It was an extraordinary place. See the train in this picture? People would jump on the roof as it passed and ride that way for miles!” Marge tapped her tablet to bring up the next picture in her power point presentation of her most recent trip.

“What I want to know is where you were standing when you took the picture. It looks like you are above the train.”

“Oh I was! I took a hot air balloon. The train trip just seemed to mundane when we got our tickets, so I switched.”

The Challenge: Write a story in 100 words or less
The Challenger (Hub): Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The Photo Credit: Sandra Crook

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Last Weekend

I had the slickest 4th of July celebration this year. The family packed into a car, went down to the mall where the fireworks were going to be lit with hardly any traffic between, found a spot in a packed lot in less than fifteen minutes, and got out of the car just as the first fireworks hit the sky. We didn’t bother hiking the few yards to the main seating, which was just part of the parking lot anyway. We set up folding chairs and camera a little way from the car. That’s when I got these:

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Time For a Hip Replacement

You know it’s time for a full hip replacement when:

1. The fake hip is no longer strong enough to make up for the arthritic side.

2. You can’t dance anymnore.

3. You’re husband puts your health insurance at risk.

4. The pain goes all the way to the knee.

5. Losing weight doesn’t seem to make a difference.

6. The hip pain interferes with the exercise program.

7. The elliptical machine no longer helps.

8. You walk slower than a bunch of seventy year olds.

9. You can’t walk across the room without limping.

10. The phrase “that poor little stub” – which the surgeon said after replacing the other hip – keeps playing through your mind.

11. breathing can make the joint twinge.

12. The warranty on the replacement joint is as long as your remaining expected life span.

13. Strangers on the street when they see you try to walk fast.

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Rock Star

Angelique finished the show with a few karate moves she’d picked up while on tour in Japan. High kick, left and right punches, then a roundoff all executed in leather, lace, and spike heels. Thunderous applause for her signature rebel songs.

“Great set, but you were a couple feet off the mark on Lonesome Rider. The spotlight missed you.” Her manager handed her a towel as she strode off stage.

“Would have been fine if you’d let me sing what I want to.”

“Gotta please the fans. Better than working 9-5, and the box office returns!”

“Box Office. 9-5 would be freer.”

The Challenge: Write a story in 100 words or less
The Challenger (Hub): Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The Photo Credit: Ted Strutz

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Building

He didn’t care what his family said. Too far from town. From school. From work. Too dry. Too cold. Too hot. Too everything! They threatened mutiny. But still, he would build his dream home on this precious plot of land.

The first attempt burned to the ground. The second washed away in a freak flood. The third caught in an earthquake. Yet still, he was sure. This was where he intended to lay his bones. One way or another.

The Challenge: Write a story in 100 words or less
The Challenger (Hub): Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The Photo Credit: Jean L. Hays

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Kelp for Hair

Becky nearly drowned. She’d jumped off the pier into the briny deep only to find a forest of seaweed swaying in the wake of her intrusion. The feathery green tendrils wrapped around her arms, legs, and hair. At first she though it only a nuisance. As air ran low she thrashed. In the desperation, she clawed her way to shore.

When at last she rose from the water, coughing and heaving, her friends said she looked like a mermaid and laughed. She could never make them understand why she wouldn’t go back to the beach with them.

The Challenge: Write a story in 100 words or less
The Challenger (Hub): Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The Photo Credit: Sandra Crook

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Spring is in the Air

Seasons look different in the big city. He was used to the muddy slush of Spring where hot and cold traded places and flowers battled with snow. Spring should be at least a little green. And if not, there were friendly neighbors to share the misery. Instead, all he got was gray brick. Frustrated he tried to find a park.

Big, fat snowflakes drifted down all around him.

“For God’s sake! It’s already April!” He shouted, shaking a fist.

“Fool.” A dozen people waved him off, grumbling without concern.

The Challenge: Write a story in 100 words or less
The Challenger (Hub): Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The Photo Credit: Dale Rogerson

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Through the Darkly Woods We Go

Craig crept slowly forward. Although the castle with it’s artistically draped ivy looked as peaceful as anywhere else in the computer generated world, you never knew when a level 50 vampire or even a field boss might jump out and drag your poor character into a major battle. If he could get into the castle proper, he might be able to lay his hands on a good sword. Then…

“Craig! Are you done with our taxes yet? I need to know how much to set aside.” His wife yelled from down the hall.

“Almost done, Honey!” He quick flipped tabs back to the online filing program.

The Challenge: Write a story in 100 words or less
The Challenger (Hub): Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The Photo Credit: Roger Bultot

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Dye Job

Marge fingered the scarf thoughtfully. She’d purchased it in Indonesia while touring a textile factory. There had been dozens of women working hand looms in the front room. They talked about how it was hard work with long hours and low pay, but the job kept their families together. When Marge got home she saw the pictures of a machine loom in a back room. The fellow traveler had gone a few steps further to investigate a noise. Now, looking at the fine, even weave, Marge put the scarf away.

The Challenge: Write a story in 100 words or less
The Challenger (Hub): Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The Photo Credit: Sandra Crook

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Greenland

The runway was dirt

The names Greenland and Iceland are both all about deception. When the Vikings named Iceland, they wanted to keep people away from their fertile new lands. On the other hand, when Eric the Red got kicked out of Iceland, he wanted to take as many people along with him as he could. So he called the next big island over “Greenland” to lure people.

So it should be no surprise that Iceland is a lush, green, beautiful place with an icy center. And Greenland is a cold, barren, rocky, desolate place. Did I mention Icy? And desolate? Yeah.

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Swan Song


Ruth and Inga stood side by side at the edge of the pool. Late in the year, the pond had shrunk as far as it might. That was the best time to fetch the piano.

“I still say it’s a crying shame.” Inga shook her head. “A waste of a perfectly good piano.”

“The shame is that not a single one of those would-be musicians passed my little test. Most of them didn’t even set foot in the water, let alone get through the Minute Waltz,.”

The tow truck strained and whined as the line of the piano tightened.

The Challenge: Write a story in 100 words or less
The Challenger (Hub): Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The Photo Credit: Anshu Bhojnagarwala

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