The time had come

She could see it across the yard, she knew she had to, but that didn’t make it any easier

She knew what waited, it wasn’t her first time heading to the shed
Every few weeks it was required of her, the expectation had been set for years

She slowly walked across the yard, dragging her feet through the grass listening to it swish against her converse sneakers

She slowly reached out toward the door, one last beseeching look toward her father, but no, he would not give way, she would have to get the mower and deal with the lawn

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PHOTO PROMPT © David Stewart

Family Recipes – Griddle Cookies

Griddle Cookies


You make these on a griddle, and the dough freezes well.


3 1/2 c sifted flour
1 c. sugar
1 1/2 tsp baking powder
1 tsp salt
1/2 tsp baking soda
1 tsp pumpkin pie spice
1 c. shortening
1 egg
1/2 c milk
Cut shortening into dry ingredients, beat egg, mix with milk then add and stir til all ingredients are moistened and dough holds together.
Roll out to about 1/4 inch thin and cut with 2 inch cookie cutter
Heat griddle pancake hot, oil it lightly and place cookies on it. As bottoms brown tops puff up, flip over and brown other side. Makes about 4 dozen

I must explain

As she walked around the curve in the road, she slowed, dragging her feet through the gravel and dust.

She could handle it, she thought, the note weighting down her backpack.   How would they react?

She knew if she could just explain first, they would understand why she had to do it.   She HAD to do it; they must realize that.

As she neared the house, she could smell the garlicy sauce, she would make the spaghetti to go with the sauce, she and Grama did their best talking in the kitchen, it was going to be OK after all.

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PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

Final Notice

I hear the shuffle of steps below but can’t make out the quiet conversation. It is too late or maybe too early for visitors.
I slip out my window and look over the porch rail, but it is too dark with the streetlights shot out in the alley.
I’m not supposed to be out on the porch or have my window open at night, but it was hot and stuffy, my fan not working.
A crash and some shouts, then unnerving quiet.
I slip back inside.
As the sun comes up, I see the results of an ignored final notice.

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The store

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

She pulled against Mom’s hand as they walked down the street, eager to reach their destination. She had seen the sign as they drove by to setup their camp on the beach.  The store had been there every year, but never open when they were in town for their yearly vacation.  Her mom had finally agreed to let her go and spend the allowance she had been saving for months for this trip.  All those summers of only being able to  peek in the windows at the treasures inside! 

Then the realization the sign did not say open after all.

loosely based on summer trips to the beach where i never got to spend as much time or money as i might have liked in the tourist shops haha

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The order

You can barely see him on the other side of the glass, shoulders hunched over the bench, tools close at hand

Each movement carefully planned as he selects a tool, and with hammer starts the pattern

The children look on, wanting to help but knowing with this project it is time to be quiet and learn

The carving complete, he grabs the stains and dyes to add color to the design

He selects the first stamps and adds the letters to the skirt

The saddle is done , it now only needs delivered to the big house on the hill

PHOTO PROMPT © CEAyr

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My Grandfather was a leatherworker and the saddlery sign in the window inspired this story, I can recall hours spent watching him create amazing detail in leather, and being allowed to stamp my name on a scrap of leather was always an exciting moment. The saddles above are some of his work

Family

Friday Fictioneers 8-28-2020

He could see the flames dancing from the top of the hill but could not hear the crackle and pop of the fire. He was not sure if it was the house or the barn. He ran quickly, lungs burning as hot as the fire ahead.

As he got closer, he could see house was not aflame, it was his family dancing around the yard.  He had always known that he was different, but he had no idea how different until now and understood why his mother sent him into town every Friday with instruction not to return until morning.

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PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

The Dare

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The dare was given, they could not say no, pride was at stake.   I was in bed waiting for my new wheelchair to be delivered so could not join them. As I saw the sky lighten over the house through my bedroom window, I watched the front walk for them. Surely, they were not able to sleep this late.  I doubt they slept at all.  I look at the clock again, nearly noon.  Where are they, they should have come with a report by now!  The phone rings, mother is at my door a look of agony on her face

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PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz

Birthday drink(s)

Ages ago at Henebery, I bought this deck of cards, I decided today on my bday to open it up and draw a card. redrawing until I got something i had the ingredients on hand to make

Funny story, I always have the ingredients for gimlet so here we are 🙂

Pick a card, any card
Four of shovels it is!
I do love me a gimlet
So. Many. Ingredients.

Sit back and enjoy.

Birthday Extravaganza

So this year, actually in 5 short days, I will turn 50. With the Covid situation as it is, there will be no super soft birthday party with a magician and petting zoo, much to my chagrin

I did however get fantastic gifts!!

Firstly a new camera, the better to carry in my pocket and take pictures of all the things rather than packing around the giant DSLR, so a few examples.

I got a nice close up of some doves on the lattice fence


Pop Rose
And a pretty ‘pop’ rose that was processed IN CAMERA!!

Secondly! I GOT A NEW GRILL!!

Then we decided to throw some chuck roast in to make some BBQ burnt ends, and learned we are actually geniuses, this was SO, SO good!

Stay tuned for many more pictures and food, and pictures of food!!!