This post was written for Sadje’s What Do You See? prompt

My grandma used to tell me about the lady in the water. Grandma said she would walk through the marsh to go to her husband’s grave every night that the moon was out. Grandma said she had to use a cane and that she could barely walk on land, let alone through the sludge of the marsh. As the story goes, the lady got stuck one night and kept calling out to her husband to come get her in the marsh. Well, remember he is already dead! He never came and she ended up getting stuck there, her skeleton turning to stone. On nights when the moon is really bright, if you listen closely, you can hear the old lady calling her husband, “Please, come help me! Please come help me!”  

When grandma and I went to the marsh and to look for the lady’s husband’s grave, all you see is the petrified remains of the poor old lady with nothing but marsh all around her for miles! 

FOWC with Fandango


When I was pregnant with my second child I wanted to get a stroller that was one of those side by side deals. My sister told me it was a bad idea because some of them were too wide for certain doors and spaces. I listened to what she told me and bought the back and front type. I had wanted to buy the one that had the front seat for the baby with the standing area for the toddler. My sister told me it was a bad idea because what if the toddler was too tired to stand and wanted to sit, what do you do then? So I listened and bought the “regular” back and front type. This was over twenty years ago and to this day when I see either of the other carriages, I wish I had bought it instead of my “regular” back and front one that was always to heavy, too bulky, and the two kids fought over who got the front!

Three Thing Challenge

Planning, Valise, Stranger

She stood on the sidewalk, valise on her left, Perry, her cocker spaniel on her right. The rain had just begun to come down at a steady rate, just fast enough to soak her and Perry before they were able to make it to the doorway of their building. The valise would be soaked through, ruining the day’s work but planning had not always been her strong suit. She should have used the plastic sleeves to encase the work, but had not. Instead, here she stands, next to a stranger, dry under his own umbrella, while she waits for the signal that it is safe to walk.