RDP Wednesday: Evidence

“May I approach the bench, your Honor?”

“You may.”

“Your Honor, this has not been previously entered into evidence and I ask for a recess until my team can look into the credibility of the witness.”

Three Thing Challenge

Pillar, Stuck, Toe

The Kitty and The Honey Bee 

The kitty and the honey bee 

Hid behind a Hickory tree. 

They wanted to be left alone, 

No videos, no telephone. 

The pillar of the trunk did hide 

The special lunch they set aside. 

But stuck in to the wax there was 

The kitty’s tail, all stuck with fuzz. 

The bee he cried to see such woe 

The kitty tried to use her toe 

To unstick that old sticky mess 

The bee he did it, he must confess, 

To keep the kitty near him too 

Without her he would be so blue. 

She had no plan to stay or leave 

But trickery made her believe 

That bee didn’t love her as she him 

The lunch date was a thoughtless whim. 

So two dear friends they do not know 

This friendship, it will have to go. 

Writing Prompt #46

I never had the chance to thank….

Have you ever just sat back and thought about it? Thought about all of the people that come and go in your life, every day, every year, in every place you live and work? Even if I just go back to the days of teaching I can think of all the schools I worked at, all the staff I worked with, all the teachers, children, parents, custodians…Then I think about my restaurant days! Wow, all the restaurants, customers, bar patrons, breakfast eaters, cooks, and dishwashers. Now I haven’t even started to think about my growing up, my high school, my college, my professors…

So I sit here and think about it. I think about the people who had an impact on my life. I think about the people who added sorrow or strife. Then those who have added nothing but joy and happiness. From all of my memories, from the farthest depths of my mind, I look to find that one person who I know for a fact helped me become the person I am today. I think about the good, the bad, the obvious, the ones you would never think of. Who comes to your mind?

In my head, I laugh that this person would ever really come into my head, and I guess I have to explain how the bad experience taught me a good lesson in life. I never had the chance to thank Carolyn’s father for calling me a “sneaky, little girl” when I was honestly and truly trying to be considerate. That comment, not to my face yet close enough to be heard, was made and has stuck with me my whole life. That was in maybe third grade. Why do I want to thank this man for being so mean to a little kid? Because it taught me that honesty feels so much better, especially when you know you are honest and there is no doubt in your mind that you have told the truth without any expectations to follow.

For this I thank Mr. C—, I grew up knowing that honesty feels so good.

FOWC with Fandango

trash

Time to reflect 

Some people call it a way to unwind 

I can it sitting on my own behind. 

Listening to birds as they fly through the sky 

Waiting for night time and bats to fly by. 

When all of the cigarette turns into ash 

It is time to go put that old butt in the trash.  

One butt goes up as another goes down 

Looks like the drops of the tears of a clown. 

So I just sit with no cigs and no drink 

Sit here and wonder what else I can think.