Daily Prompt: Ring of Fire

Daily Prompt: Ring of Fire

Do you love hot and spicy foods or do you avoid them for fear of what tomorrow might bring?

I had to take a few different shots at this one.  I am passionate about chilies.

daily prompt-ring of fire

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Daily Prompt: Pride and Joy

Daily Prompt: Pride and Joy

What’s your most prized possession? GO!


Angela found herself looking into the concerned face of the EMT. “What the hell?” she sputtered and sat up in the back of the ambulance

“We were a little worried about you,” the paramedic said to her, “Can you tell me your name?”

“Angela Torres, what’s going on?”

“Ms. Torres, we are going to transport you to Dominican for observation.”

“No you’re not, not until you tell me what’s going on.”

“There’s been a fire, Ms. Torres. Your apartment building’s fully engulfed. It looks like you were overcome by smoke but the firefighters pulled you out a couple of minutes ago. Was there anyone else in the apartment with you?”

“No, just me.” She lay back down on the gurney.


That was last night. Today she had been released from the Doctor’s care and had taken a cab back to what had been her home. What had been almost 60 apartments was now nothing more than a pile of ash and charcoal. Surrounded by yellow tape, the entire block had been cordoned off. Fire department personnel picked through the rubble. “Investigators,” she supposed. The smell of smoke and destruction lingered. She thought about that. “What does destruction smell like? It smells like this!”

There were a lot of people standing around. She saw old Mr. Najara standing on the corner looking at the ruins. He looked sad. He had lived in #43 and had always nodded his head and wished her a good day when they passed on the sidewalk or in the parking area. He was a nice man. She headed over to talk with him.

“Ms. Torres,” he addressed her when she approached. “I am so happy to see you. When you left on the ambulance last night I was concerned. Are you OK?”

“I’m fine Señor. Najara. And you?”

“I’m unscathed,” he told her. “But, everything is lost. My photo albums… gone. My reminders of my wife… gone. I fear without the photos of Bella I will soon forget what she looked like. I will lose the memory of her smile.” A tear ran slowly down his cheek disappearing into his mustache. He wiped his hand across his face, trying to regain some composure.

“I don’t think so Señor. I think your Bella will be with you always. You have your memories. The tangibles that you lost are nothing more than stuff.” Angela put her arm around his shoulders and pulled him close.



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Speakeasy #159: What Does the Fox Say?

What Does the Fox Say?

The vixen lay on the knoll and watched as the two upright animals entered the clearing. She had seen these kinds of beasts before, though rarely, and only from a distance.  Her mother had warned her to steer clear. They were dangerous she knew, but they hadn’t noticed her. “This could be a good opportunity to study their habits,” she thought to herself. Realizing that she was in a unique position to learn more about these strange creatures she crouched a bit lower and stayed where she was. She remained still. She watched.

Her keen sense of smell told her that one of the subjects was female and one was male, she could not be sure from this distance but, she assumed the smaller specimen was the male as the brightly colored plumage would seem to indicate. Was that feathers or fur? Impossible to tell. The larger of the two removed a hump from her back and set it on the ground. Reaching inside it she removed a covering, like an extremely large leaf, and spread it on the ground. It was red and white checked. Food was then removed from what she now realized was a sac to aid in carrying their burdens. “Interesting,” thought the fox, “they have tools,” and she filed that fact away while she enjoyed the aromas of the food that had been carefully set on the ground.

The subjects sat together on the place that they had prepared for themselves and she thought, “Now they will eat.” But that was not the case. The small one began removing his brightly colored plumage and the vixen soon realized that she had been wrong – this was the female which meant the larger, more monochromatic, one was the male. This was confirmed in due course after they rolled around in the grass, making strange noises for a while, and his less brightly colored plumage fell aside.

“A mating ritual,” the fox realized. This was truly a strange and rare occurrence. To her knowledge none of her skulk had ever witnessed such an event before. She would have great stories to relate when she returned. But she soon realized that there was a problem. The vixen was no stranger to mating; she knew that there could be no consummation if the male remained flaccid.

The smaller beast, the female, was trying hard to help – coaxing, teasing, cajoling, and for a moment it seemed that she might be successful. It fluttered for a moment, magnificent in its struggle, then wilted and lay still. The fox wished that she could understand the noises they made, so strange they were. She heard the male, “I don’t know, Ann. This has never happened to me before.” What could it mean when the female seemed to growl and snarl? When she stood on her back legs and began replacing her brightly colored plumage? Soon the male did the same. Before he was done, the female left the clearing, stomping her feet and going back the way she had come.

The male gathered the red and white checked covering and hastily stuffed it back into the sac. He reached toward the food and then, deciding against it, hefted the sac onto his back and quickly chased after the female making noises that sounded like, “Wait, Ann, Wait.”

The vixen knew that she had just witnessed the beasts failed attempt at mating. She also realized that there was a huge mound of abandoned food in the clearing. She lay still and watched for awhile to ensure that they would not return. After what seemed an appropriate amount of time she rose cautiously and began to pick her way down from the knoll towards the waiting feast.


The Prompts:

Okay, this week’s sentence prompt, provided by last week’s winner, AZ Gringa,can be used ANYWHERE in your piece. And the media prompt is a painting of a silver fox, by John James Audubon, celebrated artist and naturalist.

The Painting


The Sentence

“It fluttered for a moment, magnificent in its struggle, then wilted and lay still.”

The Rules tell us to “Remember to think outside the box when you write your piece. Exercise those fabulous writer’s muscles! Think about how others might use the prompts, then go in a different direction.”

This week I took that suggestion to heart!

Daily Prompt: I Can’t Stay Mad at You – I’ll Have to Kill You Instead

Daily Prompt: I Can’t Stay Mad at You

Do you hold grudges or do you believe in forgive and forget?


I Can’t Stay Mad at You – I’ll Have to Kill You Instead

Yesterday, I was preparing my entry for the Yeah Write ‘Gargleblaster’ challenge. I found this wonderful new challenge a while ago, shortly after the closing of Trifecta. Both Gargleblaster and Trifecta emphasize precision in writing, paring the superfluous. Gargleblaster responses are limited to 42 words where Trifecta had been limited to 33.

The Gargleblaster kickoff post yesterday included a link to a fine Globe and Mail article about ten words that could be easily eliminated from your writing to make it stronger. These were:

Really, Stuff, Quite, Amazing, Very, Just, Things, Got, Perhaps/Maybe, Literally

Rebelliously, I managed to work them all into my Gargleblaster entry. It was great fun. Today, I thought a good exercise would be to limit my Daily Prompt response to a 33 word microfiction (viva Trifecta). Then I decided to challenge myself a bit more and do it twice. Once without the Globe and Mail’s 10 words and once with all 10 – I wasn’t sure it would be possible.

Without the ten from the article I came up with:

Rick looked at Angie. Angie looked at Rick.
“I’m so sorry Ricky.”
“It’s OK kiddo. It’ll be alright.”
“But will we be alright?”
“Of course we will.”
He grabbed her throat and squeezed.

Including the ten from the article I got:

“I’m really very sorry Ricky. It’s amazing, but things just got out of hand. I don’t quite know how.
“Perhaps, you’ll forget this stuff. I am literally very afraid.”
He grabbed her throat.

I’m still not sure it’s possible. I got two stories that are similar but different… Maybe that’s the point.

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Yeah Write: Gargleblaster #159

Gargleblaster #159

Really, this stuff is quite amazing. I arrived very late, because my clocks had stopped, it didn’t seem to matter though. Just look at all the things I got. Perhaps, Toots was wrong. Maybe flea markets are literally the place to shop!

This week’s ultimate question was suggested by Erica M, and comes from Alice Munro’s short story A Real Life.

Have all your clocks stopped?

The answer must be 42 words.

Daily Prompt: It’s My Party

Daily Prompt: It’s My Party

You’re throwing a party — for you! Tell us all about the food, drink, events, and party favours you’ll have for your event of a lifetime. Use any theme you like — it’s *your* party!


A Party Recipe

One day with accommodating weather?
A few Cocktails (optional)
Masses of savory foods cooked with green chilies
Good friends (Carefully cull any clowns and magicians)
Abundant coffee and chocolate chip cookies
Plenty of stories and conversation

Mix together in a large room or garden.
Stir frequently
Spice to taste
No garnish required

Serves everyone.


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Daily Prompt: She’s So Fine

Daily Prompt: He’s (She’s) So Fine

What was it that drew you to your significant other? Their blue eyes? Their ginger countenance? Their smile? Their voice?


Wiley let the magazine fall open. Of course it fell open to the center fold. He pulled the bottom of the page back so that he could see the photo. Immediately he developed one of those thousand yard stares and 17 year old Tyler knew, that although Grandpa was looking at the magazine, he was seeing something else.

Eventually, Wiley set the magazine on the table and showed the photo to his grandson. “You asked about your Grandma, Tyler, that’s your Grandma.” He said. “Since the fire, this is the only photo I have of her, everything else was lost in the flames. I had to buy this old Playboy on EBay to have this picture, and it cost a fortune but it was worth every penny.”

“I shouldn’t be looking at this Grandpa,” Tyler turned his head away, “She’s naked.”

“Of course she’s naked. She’s the Playboy centerfold model. They’re always naked. But look at her Tyler, it’s OK. Models pose and have their photos taken knowing that people are going to look at them. It’s OK to look.”

Tyler brought his gaze back to the page, “I never knew her,” he said, “But she looks like Mom, with different hair. She’s pretty.”

“Aye, she is pretty. That’s a fact; but the photo doesn’t show what made me love her. I loved her voice. Husky, soft, and melodic, every word she spoke was a song. When she talked the birds would hush their singing and listen. When she laughed the sky would smile.”

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Perspectives on life, universe and everything Struck

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The WordPress C(h)ronicle He’s (She’s) So Fine

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ALIEN AURA’S BLOG: IT’LL BLOW YOUR MIND! Eyes? hair? Height? Looks? Daily Prompt