Back to the Fictioneers at last! (Who are the Friday Fictioneers? A loosely (dis)organized group who post stories more or less a hundred words long, based on photos posted by the one and only Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Try it – you’ll like it!)
My story follows – please let me know what you think!
Time Passes, Things Change
So here I am, temp agency security for discount retail, plenty of room in the aisles and the whole place like a big open barn. Used to be, stores were like palaces. High ceilings, marble columns. Crowds you could hardly push your way through. Tough job being one of their security guards.
Back then, I worked alone. Went with the territory. And believe me, I learned how security spots all the sneak thief tricks. But you get older, you get clumsier and slower, and getting honest starts looking like the smart bet.
I wasn’t just a good thief, I was the best, so good I had a clean record. Just a little resume fudging and I got this job. I like it. Keeps me sharp without the agita.
Excuse me, got to go put the fear of God in that kid over there.
Another fit of curiosity took hold of me recently, and I decided to see if it’s really possible to knit a pair of socks. So far, I’ve got most of the cuff done – the cuff’s only a few rows long – but I’m getting worried.
That little circle of yarn has to stretch far enough to go all the way around my heel. Is this thing really going to work out?
Posted in Knitting, Yarn
This week’s Travel Theme? Play! Don’t miss Ailsa’s photos – she covers pretty much every possible interpretation.
Here’s mine – we saw this statue at a lakefront park in Chicago. Was it really ten years ago??
Why I’m Not Friday Fictioneering Today
My mind’s out of focus,
My head’s full of fluff.
I’d like to write more,
But today, that’s enough. 😦
This week, Ailsa’s theme is “big” – don’t miss her pictures of impressively big things! I went in a more metaphorical direction, though…
Galileo. A towering figure in the history of science.
And this is his (fairly large) tomb, in Santa Croce Basilica in Florence.
No wind. A fleet of
Clouds at anchor on sky blue
Enough to drown in.
(Yes, the weather has improved. Dramatically.)
Posted in Poems, Writing
Another rainy day. The official word seems to be that, here in the vicinity of Philadelphia, we had two inches of rain this morning. And then there were the towns that had five inches or six inches or similar ridiculous amounts. Many, many roads, including main highways, were closed at least half the day because they were flooded – once the ground gets well and truly saturated so it just can’t absorb any more, it doesn’t take much rain to cause a flood.
As a result, lots of people had to find alternate routes to get to work. My son says he got thoroughly lost during his morning commute and had to get directions from a strange old man in a big boat full of pairs of animals.