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Ride the Wild Surf

Ride the Wild Surf

The sun, the surf, the salty air, and the sand between my toes.
Colourful umbrellas, surfboards and bikini-clad girls everywhere.

“In the wake of the Beach Boys’ success, many singles by new surfing and hot rod groups were produced by Los Angeles groups. Himes notes: “Most of these weren’t real groups; they were just a singer or two backed by the same floating pool of session musicians: often including Glen Campbell, Hal Blaine and Bruce Johnston. If a single happened to click, a group would be hastily assembled and sent out on tour. It was an odd blend of amateurism and professionalism.”1

This week Jim at A Unique Title for Me, host of Song Lyric Sunday has asked us to look to the beach for inspiration. The song I am highlighting is “Surf City.” Released by Jan and Dean in 1963, the only other band from the surf era to achieve any real commercial success. Jan and Dean’s success would be cut short when real life would mimic one of the band’s other songs. Jan Berry would crash his Corvette not far from the location prominently featured in one of the band’s other hits, “Dead Man’s Curve.” The accident would leave him with brain damage. Berry would eventually overcome the effects of the accident but Jan and Dean would never achieve the success they saw prior.

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Unfulfilled Promises

Unfulfilled Promises

If there was one thing Violet was certain of it was that Ernest C. Stottlemeyer, or Ernie for short, was a procrastinator. She loved the man but things needed to change.

Vi waited in the dark as Ernie returned from the Brunswick and dropped his bowling ball at the door.

“Put the damned ball away,” she said startling him. “Starting tomorrow,” she paused while reaching to electrify the lamp. The light illuminating the ‘Unabridged Lexicon of Unfulfilled Promises’ she cradled in her arms, “Starting tomorrow Ernie…”

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Forgotten (Revisited)

Republished for Fandango’s Flashback Friday. Being relatively new to blogging this was the closest I could find to an April 15th post. Although I had published the odd thing from as early as 2013, Forgotten, which first posted on April 5th, 2020, was my first attempt at fiction, the first blog prompt I’d ever participated in and really was the first entry of the current incarnation of Greg’s Blog. I posted to Sonya’s #threelinetales many times before the last challenge posted on December 30, 2021. Hope you enjoy one of my early posts.

Forgotten

Day by day, she numbs her loneliness in the reflections of a lifeless computer screen.

In a far corner, I sit silent, alone and forgotten.

Oh, how I long to feel her soft hands pulling at my (heart) strings, filling the room around us with her beautiful song.

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Notions

Notions

running wild through untamed fields,
aimless notions guiding me
to the edge of an almost still river.

small beneath the pristine sky,
my spirit trusting the azure currents
to carry me to my final destination

somewhere across the silent meadow
a distant smile awaits my arrival,
and the wind calls my name.

I hear the wind call my name,
and I follow…

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The Edge of Space-Time

The Edge of Space-Time

Jaycee rode the crest of the space-time ripple racing outward across the farthest edges of the universe. Xe could recall every moment of the almost 14 billion year journey starting from the blinding light at the instant xe broke free from xyr father’s grip. Racing ever outward on the expanding wave until all the stars left in xyrs wake had all but faded from view.

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Rotary Dial

Rotary Dial

Kalee looks at the pink box sitting on Grandma’s end table. The battery from her iPhone 15¾ had died and she’d left the supercharger at home.  She need to call Zack and leave him a message but all she could do was stand there staring in confusion at the antique. Finally, she pick up the handset, although she called it the pink thingy connected to the swirly wire, and listened to the buzzing sound. She started calling numbers into the transmitter but the buzz continued. Next she began to push down on the number through the holes on the rotary dial. When that didn’t work she tried pushing harder in frustration. Still nothing…

It’s amazing these people survived, she thought as she stood in line waiting to pay for her new $87.45 charging adapter and cable.

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Family Business

Family Business

The CEO droned on about recovery, new products and the future but there wasn’t enough money left in the kitty to make any of that happen.

Martin the youngest and brightest of the four brothers sat quietly, half taking in what was being said, half watching what was happening beyond the windows of the top floor headquarters. His blood boiling with every word that the imbecile his older brothers had hired spit out and hurled the length of the table his brothers and the other board members encircled.

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Crackers

Crackers

Miss Molly thought of Polly,
good God have you gone crackers?
“Go grab a bloody sweater,
and cover up those clackers!
Polly back to Molly,
“I’m not sure why it matters?”
“You’ll have the boys distracted,
and thinking with their knackers!

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The Lonely Goatherd

The Lonely Goatherd

While standing amongst his flock high on the mountainside, the sweetest sound did fill his ears.

Yodelayhee, Yodelayhee, Yodelayheehoo!” The hair on the lonely goatherd’s arms standing at attention, his heart skipping a beat.

He began pushing his herd down the mountain and across the valley. He needed to know the angel calling from the other side.

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What the Duck!

What the Duck!

Bobby sat at the riverbank looking at her phone when she grabbed a nearby duckling and popped it between two slices of bread.

Angelina watched in horror as Bobby started to bite down on the quacking sandwich. “What’re you doing!?!?”

To the duckling’s relief, she pull the sandwich out and said, “Research for Carrot Ranch’s writing challenge.”

Angelina shot her a confused look…

See it says, “Write a story explaining why you ate baby ducks for lunch.”

“Ummm, no Bobby, it says ‘…explain baby ducks ate my lunch.’ You really need new strategies to keep your dyslexia in check!”

Disclaimer: No ducks or ducklings were harmed during the writing of this ridiculous piece of fiction.

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