Tag: Discover Prompts

Corona Window

Waving curtains, rain On the sill, snow outside, frost Icing the panes, people

Slow Boat No Boat

We miss Superior like we owned it and we got foreclosed for not paying taxes, not putting our canoe in the water for too long a time.We lost our Superior card, we don’t belong anymore. Sometimes when the lake was smooth like a kitchen… Continue Reading “Slow Boat No Boat”

Life’s Little Detour

I read about the Spanish Flu and I find it gives me little comfort even though it’s making me smarter. I lay on my side, holding my Kindle at the perfect angle to keep it from jumping to horizontal from vertical. Hunkered under two… Continue Reading “Life’s Little Detour”

Knife Skills

I knew the carving knife would be dull. There are things men don’t cook when they lose their wives. Things that need carving would be on that list. An Easter ham, a Thanksgiving turkey. So I was betting the carving knife I pulled out… Continue Reading “Knife Skills”

Blown

They say tomorrow’s wind will bite, we should watch for this lest we lose our valuables and be unseasonably cold and maybe miserable The wind, biting and sneering, might blow the cardboard box for deliveries off the porch on to the yard or the… Continue Reading “Blown”

Dreamlike

I pushed the button for the 14th floor, the tower suite. I got off the elevator and looked down at my feet. I was barefoot. This seemed crazy to me although I often go barefoot, not to meetings, though, never before had I been… Continue Reading “Dreamlike”

Courage Curveball

Yesterday, in Milwaukee, people wearing homemade masks stood with their hands in their pockets, lined up six feet apart in the sun and then later in the rain, waited in lines that curved around city blocks, many of them for hours, so they could… Continue Reading “Courage Curveball”

After This

In summer, we’ll shed heavy wool, suffocation remember our skin __________________________ WordPress Discover Prompt #7: Below

From the Heart of a Child

Sometimes, when I was very small, maybe five or six years old, my mother would buy a small bottle of Jergens hand lotion and leave it for me just inside the door to my bedroom. The lotion smelled like almonds and my mother. I… Continue Reading “From the Heart of a Child”

The Pot on the Stove

The glue of our marriage is cooking. This is especially true now that we are under a Stay at Home order. We talk about breakfast the night before like we’re planning a Thanksgiving dinner for twelve people. I’m figuring out that the trick to… Continue Reading “The Pot on the Stove”

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