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Home Inspection

When I first read this week’s prompt for Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt my brain caught a severe case of Dyslexic Moment Syndrome (DMS). Admittedly, DMS is a completely fabricated, home diagnosed condition. Trust me, I am not making fun of the disorder. In fact, I couldn’t imagine what it would be like to look at a page of text and not be able to read it. I admire anyone who has developed coping strategies to overcome it.
That said, those of us who are not dyslexic have all experienced DMS at some point in time. Today when reading Sammi’s word my brain saw ‘termity’ instead of ‘temerity’. I normally look up the official dictionary meaning of these words, even the ones I’m intimately familiar with, before writing but because my idea used a play on the word, I didn’t bother. I didn’t catch my mistake until I went to add a link to the dictionary meaning to the end of my post. For the record, once I realized my error I went back and added to the story, blowing the 69 word limit out of the water. This is the tall tale I came up with…

“Howdy Y’all,” Big Daddy said in that slow southern drawl he was known for. Jumping down from his jacked up pickup truck he added, “Looks like a fine property Bubba. Let me take a peek.”

Bubba and Bobbie Jean waited patiently on the porch while Big Daddy did his thing. Checking the roof, windows, foundation from inside and out. He was meticulous as he went about his task, scrutinizing all the things a conscientious building inspector would normally inspect.

We probably should have waited for the inspection before signing the deal, Bubba,” Bobbie Jean lamented.

“Don’t worry Sugar, this place is perfect. I see little Bubbas running everywhere,” he replied.

When Big Daddy finally returned he said, “Beautiful property. A great place to raise the little ones, someday.”

“So it’s all good then?” Bubba said as he began to relax.

“Well, I wouldn’t say that,” Big Daddy retorted. Billie Jean sensed the bubble about to burst as he continued, “Problem ain’t the property boy. The building’s all ‘termity’. Haven’t seen an infestation this bad in years. The whole God damned place could fall in at any moment. I’d steer clear if I was you!”

Epic fail written for Week #243 of Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt, guess I’ll have to try again.
Photo credit: Unknown.
Copyright 2022 Greg Glazebrook, All Rights Reserved.

Sweet Dreams

Nate finished his special milk knowing what followed.

“It’s Bedtime,” I said.

He’d protested momentarily before asking, “Daddy, please read the ‘pigeon’ book.”

He’d be fast asleep before the story’s end.

Good night my little one,” I whispered and kissed him goodnight on the cheek.

Week #241 of Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt.
Word: Goodnight, Count: 45
Additional information: Good Night vs Goodnight

Photo credit: Greg Glazebrook @ GMG Photography

This is the pigeon book referred to in the story above. I highly recommend it for your children and children of all ages.

Copyright 2021 / 2022 Greg Glazebrook / GMG Photography. All Rights Reserved.

Please Stay

Take a moment during the holidays to remember the dedicated individuals, past and present, who risked their lives to protect our freedom. War is not something we seek, however, there are times it is necessary. In those times you rose to the challenges and because of your sacrifices we live and celebrate our own beliefs freely.

Soldiers departing from London, Ontario, heading to fight in World War I. During the First and Second World Wars
soldiers were transported to the point of departure for Europe by train. — CP Rail Archives. 

“Please Stay!” she pleaded.
Her Soldier, waving goodbye, unable to comprehend
her words above the din of Union Station.

Week #241 of Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt.
Word: Din, Count: 19

Photo credit: Canadian Pacific Railways Archives

Copyright 2021 Greg Glazebrook, All Rights Reserved.

The Final Curtain

Standing backstage she shone like a star despite a tear falling from her eye.

The colours of her pavonine costume, iridescent in the dim light of the corridor.

 The music from the orchestra building towards imminent climax.

It was almost time to walk out on that stage for the final curtain just like it had happened a thousand nights before…

The crowd would go wild. Her transformation from child to woman to goddess complete.

Except, this time there was no tomorrow.

Week #240 of Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt.
Word: Pavonine, Count: 81

Photo credit: Magaret Jaszowska via Unsplash.

Copyright 2021 Greg Glazebrook, All Rights Reserved.

Ten-Gallon Hat

Oh, that hat,
that ten-gallon hat.
If only they knew
what could fit under that.

Up to the border,
it filled to the gills.
Just play it cool,
soon I’ll pay all my bills.

“Howdy, y’all!”
said with a drawl.
“Nothing to declare,
I’d never smuggle – the gall.”

“The jigs up,
it’s clear that you’ve lied.
Now take off that hat to reveal,
what’s hidden inside.”

Week #239 of Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt.
Word: Smuggle, Count: 66

Photo credit: Emily Schultz via Unsplash.

Copyright 2021 Greg Glazebrook, All Rights Reserved.

Lola

Life was good. Exactly where she expected to be. Still, it could be monotonous. She’d head to the bright lights to let loose. A new canvas, whatever she wanted to be.

She watched him walk in from her vantage at the bar. Familiar, but not tonight.

“Lola.” she introduced herself.

“Bill.” he replied timidly.

“First time?” She queried. Tonight she’d eat him alive.

She’d step back into life before he woke and smile when he got home with breakfast.

Written for Week #238 of Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt. (Word: Familiar, Count: 79)
Photo credit: cottonbro via Pexels.
Copyright 2021 Greg Glazebrook, All Rights Reserved.

Alternate Reality 5

5: Reckoning

He is sitting at the table with his wife next to him. Sadie walks up from behind and leaning in whispers, “I remember what you did to me.”

His glass slips from his hand as she continues on a line. Looking back to see jets of red shoot across the white table. Her message delivered, like an arrow straight through the heart.

Standing at the end of the bar she watches as he slowly comes undone. Ready for the fight to come Sadie catches a glimpse in the mirror. She sees only herself looking back.

Part 4: Collision Course

Part 5 of 5
Part 1 originally written for Week #235 of Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt. (Word: Mirror, Count: 95)
Background Photo: Pawel Czerwinski via Unsplash.
Copyright 2021 Greg Glazebrook, All Rights Reserved.

Alternate Reality 4

4. Collision Course

She had planned for weeks, since the invitation arrived at the door. Her journey set on its final trajectory. Coming this far seemed impossible. Self-conscious, Sadie enters…

The space was surreal, marble columns, pastel accents throughout, the dull roar of countless conversations filling the air. Scanning she sees him. A shiver shoots through her.

It wasn’t too late; she could still turn back. “No!”, Sadie screamed beneath her breath, “How could I look in the mirror again.”

With purpose, she weaved through the crowded room, her realities together approaching from all sides. Trembling she approaches…

Part 3: Convergence

Part 5: Reckoning

Part 4 of 5
Part 1 originally written for Week #235 of Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt. (Word: Mirror, Count: 95)
Background Photo: Pawel Czerwinski via Unsplash.
Copyright 2021 Greg Glazebrook, All Rights Reserved.

Mudlark Challenge

I had two trains of thought for this week’s challenge and was unable to decide which I liked best so I published both. Can’t wait to read everyone else’s posts for such an interesting word.

Surprise

“That SOB,” Elena ranting, flung her wedding rings into the river, “and with my BFF!”

Upon returning home her flat erupted, “Happy Birthday!”

“Surprise,” he said, “Dana and I planned your party for a month!”

Elena would spend the next four days mudlarking in the very spot he’d proposed seven years earlier.

Bridge Jumper

The heavens rained down all morning, the track soft and muddy. He couldn’t believe his luck.

Raindance was listed at 100-1. A longshot but she was a mudlark!

Never good at the ponies he’d drop every last penny to win.

Later, walking home he wouldn’t make it across the Easton Street Bridge…

Written for Week #237 of Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt. (Word: Mudlark, Count: 52)
Photo Credit: 1: Hootiewam Boots via Pinterest / 2. Dalton Touchberry via Unsplash
Copyright 2021 Greg Glazebrook, All Rights Reserved.

Alternate Reality 3

3. Convergence

The inflective and the reflective finding common ground. Pushing through the barriers Sadie had erected to shield herself from the trauma. Compelling the other to parse through every painful moment in search of resolution. Holding on to the others mirror so as not to fall.

Slowly, buried secrets begin to reveal themselves as she assembles the remnants of a fractured existence. Piecing together the broken fragments from her alternate realities, she rebuilds an identity almost lost to a single violent act.

Who she was and who she has become converging to bridge the chasm together.

Part 2: Resilience

Part 4: Collison Course

Part 3 of 5
Part 1 originally written for Week #235 of Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt. (Word: Mirror, Count: 95)
Background Photo: Pawel Czerwinski via Unsplash.
Copyright 2021 Greg Glazebrook, All Rights Reserved.