Indian Creek #writephoto Choice

 Sue Vincent gave us a peace-filled photo to inspire us to write a piece this week. It reminded me of a place in Temperance, Michigan, called Indian Creek and my friends who chose to build their home on property no one else seemed to want as the creek cut a rather strange swath through the land. Who chose who? perhaps, Indian Creek was just waiting for them, eh? Choice indeed!

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They chose to live on Indian Creek. It wasn’t particularly beautiful property. In fact, most people didn’t give the space a second look. But Lisa saw the qualities this quiet palace of nature possessed with its untamed brush and clear, running waters. She chose to stay home and tend to the land, while her husband worked in the city.

As night began to fall, the two of them sat on the rocks in the creek, sipping coffee, watching fish swim and appreciating in silence, the beauty of Indian Creek. Honored the creek chose to allow them to live there.

©2020 Annette Rochelle Aben

Beyond

Colleen Chesebro invited us to create a poem of our own choice, using prompt words of our own choice for the Weekly Challenge this week. I chose View & Imagination and to try my hand at GOGYOKA. Want to know more? Visit Colleen’s blog https://colleenchesebro.com/2020/02/04/colleens-2020-weekly-tanka-tuesday-poetry-challenge-no-163-poetschoice/

View from the window

Frosted trees and bushes

Blue peeks through white clouds

Imagination removes the glass

The soul flies with the birds

©2020 Annette Rochelle Aben

Love Sick

 Chelsea Ann Owens has invited us to get terribly lovey-dovey this week. Follow the link below to this week’s TERRIBLE POETRY CONTEST

They tell me not to fall for you

But you’re fine as wine and I wish you were two

My insides are so confused too

Kinda of like, but sorta not, having the stomach flu

©2020 Annette Rochelle Aben

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Color My World

Sue Vincent gave us a lovely #writephoto prompt this week: Daybreak. It reminded me of an old boyfriend, who confessed to me, after being together for quite some time, that he was color blind. Sadly, he passed before the technology that could have helped him experience the colorful beauty of this world was invented. CHECK OUT Sue’s blog to participate in the weekly fun!

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If she’d been able to see colors, even at one time in her life, Jackie might have felt left out when her friends raved about things like beautiful sunsets. To her, everything was varying degrees of grey. Her whole world was about to change.

The morning of her birthday, there was a, gaily wrapped box next to her bed. Digging through boxes inside of boxes Jackie finally came upon the smallest box. She took out the curious glasses, put them on and gave out a cry. Everywhere she looked, she was mesmerized. Especially by the magnificence of the sunrise.

©2020 Annette Rochelle Aben

Dead Letters

I had to think about this week’s Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction topic for a moment, Then I heard about a postal worker who was busted for not delivering the mail. Check out the fun with Charli Mills each week! https://carrotranch.com

Ted nonchalantly punched in the access code and waited patiently for the arm to rise. The maze of storage units could be confusing but not to Ted, as he had been coming here nearly once a day for several months.

Without a care in the world, he began tossing the white plastic bins in left and right. Laughing, Ted thought about how much he hated everything about being a postal worker. The weather, the barking dogs and he especially hated the mail! He hated it so much that he hadn’t delivered any in months, except to this storage unit.

Gnome More

Ah, yes, the weekly Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge and we were tasked with creating stories about GNOMES. And of course, I had to toss in a cat. A cat who has the last laugh!

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The top shelf of the bookcase was where Claudius took his naps. Lorraine always left it clear, so he could stretch out whenever the mood struck.

This Christmas, however, was different. She was decorating the bookcase. Now, there was garland hanging everywhere and wee figurines scattered on the shelves.

With a swipe of a mighty clawed paw, the garland was merely tinsel. One by one, each of the wee figurines was sent crashing to the floor. Sorry, not sorry.

As Claudius looked down from his perch he thought, be it ever so humble, this is no place for gnomes!

(c) 2019 Annette Rochelle Aben

Sour Puss

This week’s Carrot Ranch 99-word Flash Fiction Challenge was to write about Key Limes. Personally, I love a good key lime pie. Now, I am in the mood to go bake one. If you are ever in the mood to participate in the weekly challenges of Charli Mills, FOLLOW her blog and have some fun!

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“Key limes, schmee limes! I didn’t know there was a difference and now I have to go back to the store!”

Allison was not happy. Her mother asked for 30 key limes for the pie and she bought 30 limes, but they were not key limes. Now she had to not only go back to the store to buy MORE limes, but she also had to take back the ones she lugged home. Whatever!

Plopping the bag of limes into the basket on her bike, Allison grumbled, “Key limes, schmee limes! Why not just make Grandma a chocolate cake?”

©2019 Annette Rochelle Aben