the great unknown lies
just beyond the horizon
embrace fate and ride
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Boxing Day
I’ve been awake for about an hour. The roar of Christmas over, and the comatose haze of turkey and stuffing slowly lifting. The carcass of last night’s bird bubbling on the stove. I look out the back window and what do I see, eight majestic reindeer in the park and a sleigh in my tree.
“What the…’ I throw the door open and head out back to find presents and wrapping strewn across the yard. Upside down laying mostly on his head, a man dressed in red, leaning against my shed. It looks like Santa, but I couldn’t be sure. Shouldn’t he be back at the North Pole with a hot toddy in his hand, cooled out for another year with Mrs. Claus by his side. Continue reading
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
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Christmas Magic
Christmas Eve
Children gathered by the tree
Light dancing across
A thousand strands of silver tinsel
Swaying with the slightest breeze.
If you squint just right
Every point bursts into
A universe of colour
Like stars in the heavens
Bringing Christmas magic to life.
Written for dVerse Quadrille #142
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No Fair!
The fair maiden Billie had worked all summer in anticipation of the last week of September. She loved autumn, awash in vivid colour and fair weather. More than anything she longed to show off her fair haired mare. Unfortunately, this wasn’t a normal year, the County Fair had been cancelled due to the ongoing global pandemic.
“It just isn’t fair!” Billie cried. “Unlike Sadie last year, we’d have taken the first place ribbon, fair and square!
Written for GirlieOnTheEdge’s Six Sentence Stories challenge.
Word Prompt: Fair
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Survival
The r-r-roar of the engines
Fierce at the starting line
Mostly fade as they make the turn
Each posturing for position
Before vanishing onto
The long stretch of roads
Winding beneath the evergreen forest
Where bones are buried and
Ghosts hide in the shadows
Even as infinite sorrow threatens
To swallow everything it touches
Where weaker souls crumple
Under the pressure of
A thousand mountain ranges
Laid upon their backs
The survivors will emerge
From the deepest ocean and
Erupt through the finish singing
Glorious tales of collective victory
When even one returns
Those lost will not be forgotten
For us left behind
We struggle to comprehend
The turmoil that raged within
We look to those who survive
Seeking solace in the burden of
Those who did not return
Written for Shay’s Word Garden #5 (Gregory Corso) and Go Dog Go Cafè’s Tuesday Writing Prompt
Photo credits: Tom Parsons, Matheas Bandoch and Stormseeker via Unsplash.
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In Transition
City streets awash
With golden sunset afterglow
As the night creeps in
Written for Week 307 of Sonya’s Three Line Tales challenge. Photo credit: Maeva Vigier via Unsplash.
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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
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Insider Trading
Most everyone has seen me on CNN’s investing segment. A successful investor who built an empire through sound investing decisions. Many follow my investing advice by reading my syndicated column published daily in countless newspapers or through my weekly investing podcast. For many, my philanthropic foundation and the work it does has touched their communities and families.
This story isn’t about any of that; this is the untold story of how it all came to be. It really should have been episode one of the podcast except that what I am about to disclose can never be documented, anywhere, ever. We are all haunted by a past and exposing mine would unravel all the good that has been accomplished since. Continue reading
Relics
My Mom passed away about a month ago and now the task of combing through a lifetime of memories waits around every corner of my childhood home.
After Dad’s passing several years ago I’d catch my Mom stopping in the places he would occupy just to breathe in his scent, talk to him, and be near him through the things he loved.
A mix of heartache and nostalgia, longing for the days he’d surprise her with a new vase full of flowers, a trinket she’d display proudly on a shelf, or a note he’d penned just for her.
Every piece collected and cared for with sentimental value that far outstripped each object’s worldly worth.
To most, including my brother, nothing more than junk; relics from a bygone era that with the exception of a few treasures will end up on the shelves of secondhand stores or in landfill.
It’s less simple for me, I see Mom and Dad and my youth in these objects and I can’t help but imagine what my children will think ‘someday’ as they sift through the remains of my life.
Written for GirlieOnTheEdge’s Six Sentence Stories challenge.
Word Prompt: Junk
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