WDYS — Time to Make a Change

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Carpe diem!

Seize the day!

Bullshit! Eric thought as he stretched out on the stone ledge beneath the generous sweep of the old riverside tree. Its branches framed the world like a forgiving parent, filtering the sunlight into soft, shifting mosaics across his closed eyes.

Across the river, the city carried on with its quiet choreography. Windows catching glints of gold, balconies draped with laundry, the faint murmur of conversations drifting like pollen. A white boat glided past, its wake folding the water into gentle, breathing ripples. He listened to them as though they were telling him something important. Maybe they were.

Eric had come here to forget the noise inside his own head, the deadlines, the expectations, the relentless tug of everything that wasn’t this moment. But as he lay there, he realized he wasn’t forgetting at all. He was remembering how to be still, how to breathe, how to feel the world without needing to conquer it.

A breeze lifted the leaves above him, and he imagined the tree whispering encouragement, urging him to stay just a little longer. So he did.

And for the first time in years, Eric felt the rare, exquisite sensation of being exactly where he was meant to be.

A single afternoon can hold an entire lifetime if you let it, he thought. It was time. Time to make a change.


This post was written for Sadje’s What Do You See prompt. Photo credit: Llia Bronskiy.

Fandango’s Story Starter #252

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It’s once again time for my Story of Starter prompt.

Here’s how it works. Every week I’m going to give you a “teaser” sentence or sentence fragment and your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to build a story (prose or poetry) around that sentence/fragment. It doesn’t have to be the first sentence in your story, and you don’t even have to use it in your post at all if you don’t want to. The purpose of the teaser is to spark your imagination and to get your storytelling juices flowing.

This week’s Story Starter teaser is:

The door was closed, and as I put my hand on the doorknob, I felt afraid of what I might find on the other side.

If you care to write and post a story built from this story starter teaser, be sure to link back to this post and tag your post with #FSS. I would also encourage you to read and enjoy what your fellow bloggers do with their stories.

And most of all, have fun.

FOWC With Fandango — Motivate

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Welcome to Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (aka, FOWC). I will be posting each day’s word just after midnight Pacific Time (U.S.).

Today’s word is “motivate.”

Write a post using that word. It can be prose, poetry, fiction, non-fiction. It can be any length. It can be just a picture or a drawing if you want. No holds barred, so to speak.

Once you are done, tag your post with #FOWC and create a pingback to this post if you are on WordPress. Please check to confirm that your pingback is there. If not, please manually add your link in the comments.

And be sure to read the posts of other bloggers who respond to this prompt. Show them some love.

MFFFC — A Safe Place to Live

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The stencil appeared overnight on the utility box at the corner of Maple and Third.

REFUGEES WELCOME, it declared in bright pink letters. Three figures, what seemed to represent a man, a woman, and a child appeared beneath the words, ran frozen in motion. By noon, people were stopping to stare. Some nodded approvingly. Others shook their heads. A few photographed it and posted it online, where strangers immediately began arguing.

Seventy-seven-year-old Walter Kramer sat on a nearby bench, his dog by his side, and watched.

For weeks, television screens had been filled with footage of ICE raids. Reporters spoke of arrests, detention centers, court challenges, and protests. Politicians traded accusations. Families whispered anxiously. The nation seemed to be speaking in capital letters.

That afternoon, a young woman carrying groceries stopped beside the utility box. Her little daughter asked, “Mommy, what’s a refugee?”

The woman hesitated.

Before she could answer, Walter, his dog in tow, walked up to them and said, “A refugee is someone looking for a safe place to stay, to live.”

The woman smiled. “That’s a good answer.”

The little girl studied the pink figures. “Were they scared?”

“Probably,” Walter said quietly.

The child nodded, considering this. Then she asked the question no one on television seemed interested in asking.

“Did they find one?”

For a moment, nobody spoke.

Cars rolled past. A siren wailed in the distance. The arguments of a divided country seemed far away.

Finally, Walter looked at the child and said, “I suppose the real question, sweetie, is whether we, in this country, still know how to be one.”


Written for Melissa’s Fandango Flash Fiction Challenge. Photo credit: Markus Spiske @ Unsplash.

The Numbers Game #130

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It’s time for another installment of Judy Dykstra-Brown’s The Numbers Game. This week’s number is 747. To play along, we need to go to our WordPress media/photo file and type that number into the search bar. Then post a selection of the photos we find under that number and include a link to our posts back to Judy’s Numbers Game post of the week.

Here’s my collection of photos based on the number “747.” All of the photos below have appeared in my blog posts. Some are photos posted by other bloggers as photo prompts. Some are screenshots or photos that I took. A few may have been generated by AI art apps, but most are photos I grabbed from free photo sources like Pixabay, Pexels, Pinterest, Unsplash, or Google photos.

Click on any photo to enlarge.

Share Your World — 06/22/2026

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Di, at Pensitivity101, is once again our host for Share Your World. Here are her questions for this week.

1. What food item has gone up out of all proportion in your opinion over the last year?

Everything has gone up. The price of meats and fish, coffee, cereal, eggs, fruits and veggies. It’s crazy.

2. When Covid hit in 2020, did you get caught without vital provisions, or were you able to buy what you needed when you needed it?

I remember, in particular, there was a run on paper products, like toilet paper, facial tissues, and paper towels. For weeks, the shelves carrying those paper products were empty, and when stores finally received any inventory, they limited each shopper to two rolls. We came dangerously close to running out of toilet paper.

3. What food item was popular when you were a child that no longer seems to be readily available now?

When I was a kid, I remember my parents having several bottles of a carbonated beverage called Coffee Time in their refrigerator. It came in amber, tall-necked bottles, and even though my parents didn’t allow me to drink coffee — when I tasted coffee, I didn’t like its taste back then, anyway — I did like the taste of that carbonated coffee beverage that my parents would occasionally let me drink. But I can’t remember the last time I saw Coffee Time on the grocery store shelves. When I saw this question, and remembered Coffee Time, I Google it. Here is is what I found out:

The nostalgic beverage you remember was “Coffee Time” Carbonated Coffee Soda, which was a popular regional favorite primarily across New England and parts of the Northeast. [We lived in a Maryland suburb of Washington, DC at the time.] The brand eventually faded from store shelves due to corporate acquisitions and shifts in consumer tastes, leading to its quiet discontinuation.

Google did mention that the company that used to make the carbonated beverage still makes Coffee Time Syup, which is available on Amazon.

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Google said that by mixing 2 to 3 tablespoons of that syrup directly into a cold glass of unflavored club soda or seltzer water, and stirring gently with ice, I could “replicate the exact carbonated, sweet coffee-forward punch of your childhood.”

4. Do you/your partner shop to a budget, do a big shop once a month and then small top ups or buy what you need as and when necessary?

We do a “big shop” usually twice a month and there is no set budget — we get what we need or want. There is a Safeway about a mile from where we live and a Whole Foods Market about three miles away and we will either make runs to those stores if we need something to “top up,” or we will order those items online for delivery.

Gratitude: Grandchildren

Yesterday for Father’s Day, our son and his wife brought our two grandchildren over. They were with us most of the day. At one point my six year old grandson and I were alone in a room we have set aside in our house as a playroom for them. He and I were playing with some of the toys we keep in our house for when they come over, in this case with cardboard bricks of various sizes that he uses to build forts and castles and with a bunch of little LEGO “army men.”

We were having so much fun together and suddenly he stopped, looked at me, and said, “I hope I remember this after you die, Poppy. I hope I remember you.” And then he gave me a hug.

He melted my heart.

FOWC With Fandango — Expand

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Welcome to Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (aka, FOWC). I will be posting each day’s word just after midnight Pacific Time (U.S.).

Today’s word is “expand.”

Write a post using that word. It can be prose, poetry, fiction, non-fiction. It can be any length. It can be just a picture or a drawing if you want. No holds barred, so to speak.

Once you are done, tag your post with #FOWC and create a pingback to this post if you are on WordPress. Please check to confirm that your pingback is there. If not, please manually add your link in the comments.

And be sure to read the posts of other bloggers who respond to this prompt. Show them some love.

Sunday Poser — This Is Who I Am

(Note: I forget when I published this post, to change the title from my last Sunday Poser’s response, which was “Long Covid.”

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Banner courtesy Jim Adams

For this week’s Sunday Poser, Sadje asked:

How much of your real life do you write about on your blog? Do you think it’s safe to share details online?

I blog anonymously. My real name, believe it or not, is not Fandango, and my head is not shaped like a paper bag with large, vacant black eyes and a permanently affixed sardonic grin on it.

Anyone who reads my blog already knows a lot about me. They know I am old, I am retired, have been married to the same woman for almost 48 years, and I have two children and two grandchildren. They know generally where I live, that I am politically liberal, that I do not believe that God exists, that I love my country but I hate what has happened to it during the first quarter of the 21st century and particularly over the last decade.

I am not hesitant in my posts to express my views, opinions, and perspectives on politics, religion, and society, even though doing so may upset or anger some readers or cause me to lose subscribers. So be it.

I also enjoy exercising my imagination and creativity through my flash fiction posts, and I am having fun experimenting with different writing genres, like noir and the old American West, and even an occasional Rod Serling/Twilight Zone-like story.

And not being an artist or a particularly good photographer, I have enjoyed using AI text-to-image apps to create illustrations to accompany my posts.

So there you have it. I blog anonymously, but I am relatively open about who I am. I do write and post about what is happening in my life. The blogger you read is essentially the same person I am in the real world.

Is it safe to share details about me online? Is anything these days really safe?

Song Lyric Sunday — Dads and Grads

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For this week’s Song Lyric Sunday challenge, Jim Adams has asked us to find a song that relates to dads or grads. Today is Father’s Day. Yesterday I received a Father’s Day card from my daughter. It was a very nice card in which she wished a Happy Father’s Day to “her best dad ever.” Not the best dad, but her best dad. As far as I know, I am her one and only dad. Still, I am going to dedicate today’s Song Lyric Sunday post to my daughter — my one and only daughter — by featuring the Paul Simon song, “Father and Daughter.”

“Father and Daughter” is a warm, acoustic Paul Simon song released in 2002. It was written for The Wild Thornberrys Movie and later included on Surprise. It’s a father’s promise of steady love and protection as his daughter grows up, and it was inspired by Simon’s young daughter Lulu. She was seven at time he wrote it. His ten-year-old son Adrian sings harmony on the track, too.

The song’s central refrain is simple and memorable: “I’m gonna watch you shine / Gonna watch you grow,” which gives it the feel of a lullaby and a lifelong blessing at the same time. It was nominated for both an Academy Award and a Golden Globe for Best Original Song.

“Father and Daughter” is unusually direct for Simon, who often writes in more oblique or narrative styles. The song’s arrangement is gentle and understated, built around acoustic guitar and soft harmony vocals. It became especially popular as a father-daughter dance song because of its affectionate, personal tone.

Here are the lyrics to “Father and Daughter.”

If you leap awake in the middle of a bad dream
And for a fraction of a second you can't remember where you are
Just open your window and follow your memory upstream
To the meadow in the mountain where we counted every falling star

I believe a light that shines on you will shine on you forever
And though I can't guarantee there's nothing scary hiding under your bed
I'm gonna stand guard like a postcard of a golden retriever
And never leave 'til I leave you with a sweet dream in your head

I'm gonna watch you shine, gonna watch you grow
Gonna paint a sign so you'll always know
As long as one and one is two
There could never be a father who loved his daughter more than I love you

Trust your intuition, it's just like going fishing
You cast your line and hope you get a bite
But you don't need to waste your time worrying about the market place
Try to help the human race struggling to survive its harshest night

I'm gonna watch you shine, gonna watch you grow
Gonna paint a sign so you'll always know
As long as one and one is two
There could never be a father who loved his daughter more than I love you

I'm gonna watch you shine, gonna watch you grow
Gonna paint a sign so you'll always know
As long as one and one is two
There could never be a father who loved his daughter more than I love you