Ragtag Daily Prompt: goodbye

There once was a woman who lived on a hill. She was a smart woman, friendly to all beings. One day this woman, whose name was never revealed, suffered a terrible loss. She had to say goodbye to the ones she loved.
Later that same month the woman saw a young couple crying. She thought they were lovely, young, and probably newly married. The woman approached the couple, not wanting to startle them, and quietly took a seat next to them. The couple looked over at the woman, and since she didn’t spark any curiosity, they turned back to each other and began to cry again. The woman sat quietly. About ten minutes later the young man turned to the woman and asked her why she was still sitting there. The woman said she sat down as soon she saw them both crying. The young woman turned to the older woman and told her that they had lost their unborn baby. The woman laid her hand on both of their intertwined hands. “You will find peace once you are able to say goodbye. Know that God has an angel.”
The young couple nodded their heads that they had heard. The quietly stood up and began walking away.
The woman also stood up and began walking home. She felt close to the young couple because they too had lost someone they loved.
From that day forward, the woman vowed to be there to help others who were in terrible pain from losing a loved one. She wanted them to know they would never be alone.

©2020 CBialczak

Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #50


At the picture show

Does it cost a penny, a nickel or a dime? 

Whatever cost incurred, it’s definitely worth my time. 

I love to watch the movies, the ladies and the gents. 

For imagination rules me, helps my common sense. 

At the movie picture, I see another world 

Like little Shirley Temple who has her hair all curled. 

I find it all exciting, wouldn’t change it if I could. 

I wouldn’t trade a picture show, I am here for good.

©2020 CBialczak


Three Things Challenge: vet, poster, bag

A trip to the vet

When I bring the dog 

to the local vet 

They aren’t ready right away 

He sits, drool makes me wet.  

There is a poster hung 

Above the counter top 

It talks about the fleas 

And how to make them stop. 

I brought a little bag 

That has a bit of poop. 

Its here to do the testing 

It is a vicious loop.  

The money spent is plenty 

But I don’t mind a bit 

He is my little Poopsy 

My life’s most perfect fit.  

©2020 CBialczak



Once upon a time there was a little kid  
Who lived a life of luxury, like I wish I did.  
He ate up all the sweets, cake and bags of chips  
He shared all his belongings; he even licked his lips.  
He had a lovely lady who acted like his mom  
She kept him warm and dry, she helped to keep him calm.  
He thought that she was lovely, also did his dad  
He really tried to be the best, the bestest kind of lad.  
One day when out playing he found a cutie pie  
Who thought he was a handsome thing and she would never lie.  
They spent most time together, making up sweet games  
They thought about some children and even gave them names.  
As they grew together their love it didn’t stay.  
She waved goodbye with tears when she moved away.  
So now he is alone again still a good old boy.  
Now that he is older a fancy car’s his toy. 

©2020 CBial

From my desk: 01/22/2020


I’m here in St. Petersburg, Florida visiting my father and stepmother. It is so cold! This morning it was only 38 degrees Fahrenheit. I came here for warmth! Anyhow, I am cold.

Yesterday my friend Lyn-Ann and I spent the day at Epcot Center. Again, a cold day. I have woken up this morning with a runny nose and minimal voice. It was beautiful though.

I am heading to Tampa International Airport to pick up Lindsay. She will stay with me and Grandpa until tomorrow then she heads to the east coast. I head home on Saturday.

Have a peaceful day. With the cold I am sure I will be indoors for most of the day and will check back to see what writing challenges I might be missing!