What do you see?

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Sammy held on tight as his sister pedaled faster and faster. He didn’t know how the bike was staying upright with only two wheels and he wondered how his sister would ever be able to stop.

Melanie laughed and laughed, having fun both riding fast and terrifying the little bugger! She loved that she was the only one who knew how to ride a bike. She took her feet off the pedals so they could glide down the hill. The whole time, Sammy was screaming and begging her to stop. The biggest problem was she was also worried about how to stop. All of her practice had been on her flat driveway. She didn’t want to focus on that right now though, she wanted Sammy to think she had it all under control.

Friday Fictioneers: Those Americans Again!

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Those Americans! They don’t give a hoot about property, they only want to see what they want! 

For God’s sake, Fern, it isn’t that big of a deal. They didn’t park on anyone’s grass!

Not this time. But if someone would say something then maybe it wouldn’t be a problem. 

What are you going to do, really? Have a giant sign at the airport and border entries telling people to be respectful of our property? 

Well, yes, that would be a start!

Fern, no one is going to listen when they can get a clear image of that old castle. 

©2022 CBialczak Fiction

The Cat’s Visit: The Cat in the Hat Fanfiction

The Cat in the Hat set off to the house
of the boy and the girl, to give them a rouse
He brought with him toys and three other things
Like books and balloons and tossable rings.
Humidity was high on the warm summer day
and he didn’t think they’d go outside to play
instead they would stay at home in the dark
reading good stories and a bath with a shark.
He’d sit with them quiet and not read them junk
Kids like his friends didn’t want books that stunk.
No audience needed for the Cat in the Hat
He knew about fame and what went with that
Instead he chose quiet with friends like the kids
And stayed until bedtime, when both kids closed their lids.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Fandango’s Story Starter

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As our eyes met across the busy café tables, I was struck with the feeling that…

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People Watcher by Christine Bialczak

As our eyes met across the busy cafe tables, I was struck with the feeling that you knew. You had this look in your eyes that saw into me. I could tell you weren’t just scanning the room. This has never happened before, this feeling that someone can be inside my head. It was a nice change if I admitted it but that was assuming I was right. This was the first time I have ever seen you and I do know what you are thinking, but can you know what I am thinking? I drop my head and stare down at my newspaper, trying to clear my mind of all thoughts, yours and mine, so I could get a fresh look at you. When I finally raise my head to look back at you, you are gone.

“That was close,” I murmured to myself. It wasn’t that I was afraid for others to know, for you to know, it was just so hard to explain to those who only saw part of me. I mean I have never seen you before or talked to you. I didn’t even know you personally so how could I open up with something so mentally confusing? That was the hardest part; trusting my decision to say something or not. It had happened exactly like this before and the minute I opened my mouth to explain, it was a disaster. All I know is I was relieved to see you haad gone, even though you were pleasant to look at, unlike half of the patrons in this place.

When I first realized my ability to hear people I thought it was just my imagination running wild. I mean, how can you look at a stranger and suddenly know who they are and what they are about? It didn’t happen with inanimate objects; that had been one big failure in that poor, old man’s junk shop. I have to smile to myself when I think of that day. I stood in that shop for hours, trying to hear what all those old junk pieces might say to me, but nope, nothing. It had been disappointing as I thought maybe I could learn some new bit of history that is unknown to the rest of the world. No such luck. The only thing I heard was the old man farting and the scuffing sound as he moved about his shop.

I don’t know when it happened or what it is called. I have Googled the subject thousands of times, coming up with nothing. But it was there, a part of me that could hear right into someone’s thoughts. It was a creepy idea when I said it aloud, I will admit that. Stalker 101, Psychopath Next Door, Fucked-up Weirdo in a coffee shop. Yup, I fit them all, when I didn’t explain myself well.

Looking back down at my paper I began reading the articles on the first page. Nothing exciting. More news about school shootings, which always broke my heart, and of course more about the Republicans versus the Democrats. That topic is really getting old. With all the money they make up there in Washington, why not just buy someone who is completely neutral to come and fix the issues. That seems reasonable to me.

Memories: Compilation 06/20/2022

Before I could make a colossal mistake
I went to my laboratory wondering just what to make
I thought of achievements and those of my kids
I looked for recognition in everything they did.
Listlessly sitting under long bright white lights
a milestone reminded me of a time of a fright
A leopard had lumbered its way in my head
A display of lactation while I lay in my bed
Sort of a nuance the vision soon cleared
and I realized my daughter was where I most feared.
Alone in the kitchen with only the cats
Lapping up milk and softly giving them pats
I leapt out of bed and threw on my clothes
Reminded I thankfully washed the floor, I suppose.
Forgetting the mess and only laughter ensued
Thought my jovial reputation was what I couldn’t out-do

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge

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For the visually challenged writer, the photo is of an elderly lady with a look of concentration on her face. Her arms are stretched out in front of her and she’s holding a camera in her hands attempting to take a photo with it.

Come on you nincompoop, I said to smile. What the heck is wrong with you? Your lips turn to stone?

Bethel, will you give me a minute to think here.

What the heck is there to think about? You turn your lips up and voila you have a smile. Now hold still so I can get this picture.

Bethel, you don’t understand me.

Aw, that’s all you ever say. Bethel, you don’t understand me. Bethel, you don’t listen to me. Bethel, you don’t cook my favorite foods…

Okay, okay. Here, how is this? (Bernard turns and pulls down his pants to show her a full moon)

Dirty old man is what you are! Now turn around and smile!

Story Challenge in 99-words

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I held my breath at the sight of it. Those balloons! It brought me back to being a little girl, holding dad’s hand as he yelled, “Up, up and away!” as the beautiful balloons cut their tethers and lifted off the ground with fire blazing. The festival was our tradition, my dad and me, we went every year as far back as I can even remember. We should have gone up at least once, I think. At least I have the memories and know that he is floating somewhere watching me now. “Hey Dad, which balloon is your favorite?” 

Leaving Town: Today’s prompt compilation

I was feeling particularly cynical
when it came to
my life
Elegant cars, grand parades
But a melodramatic wife
We lived on the edge
of a town that we knew
the businesses useless
and irrelevant too.
We seemed quite unfit
in the roister found here
As wifey was reticent
As was I, to be clear
Like a carbuncle found
on the butt of a lad
The accessories here
were like some awful fad
We didn’t fit in
like a gold mirror tray
on a gold silk blanket
with tulle
all astray.
So we loaded the car
for a much needed change
we drove out of that town
it was all really strange.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Well, that was a doozy! Here is where I got all my words:

Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #166

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The photograph below is from ninerio at DeviantArt.com.

For the visually challenged writer, the photo shows a couple embracing in front of a large, illuminated clock, as well as other smaller, x-ray-like images of the mechanical components of clocks.

Okay so mine isn’t prose, although it could be considered fiction.

First Kiss

Dancing in time
holding the moment
lives intertwined
loves bestowment
love will not fade
where it does exist
until the very end
from when we first kissed.

©2022 CBialczak

I suppose I could add a small fiction piece:

The Dare

Milly had dared Bernadette to do it and she couldn’t believe that her best friend went through with it!
The day before Bernadette was telling Milly how in love she was with Brandon.
If you’re so in love, Juliet, why don’t you show it at the drive-in tomorrow night!”
“What?!?! You want me to prove my love at the drive-in? That is disgusting. There is no way I am taking off any of my clothing in the back seat of Brandon’s car, let alone anyone’s car. If we do it it’s going to be in a bed. Jeez, Milly! I can’t believe you would even want me doing it in public like that!”
“Bernie, that isn’t what I meant! I meant, drag Brandon up onto the platform and kiss him in front of all the cars. I’ll be there with Jack and who knows who else will be there! Are you afraid your mom might be there?”
“Milly, first of all, my mom doesn’t do drive-in movies. Second, I’ll take the dare! I think it will be fun to get up. there. I just have to hope that Brandon will go along with it.”
“Well, just prove that you made your greatest effort and I will give you credit! But, you really have to try and convince him.”

Later that night, as the movie began to play, Milly, who was sitting with her head resting on Jack’s shoulder, sat up abruptly!
“Oh my God! She is doing it!”
“Doing what, Mill?”
“I dared Bernadette to drag Brandon onto the platform and kiss him in front of the whole drive-in theater and she is doing it! Aw, look how cute they both are!”
“I’d have done it,” Jack responded.
“Well, I know that. It wouldn’t have been much of a dare. I would definitely do it! Maybe we should surprise the crowd and get up there too.”
“Let’s not and say we did. Give them the limelight for now. I’m happy with kissing you right here.”

Fandango’s Story Starter #42

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This week’s Story Starter teaser is:

I would have happily married Darlene if it weren’t for her…issues. There were only a few that I will mention and maybe I am just being picky or overreacting, but I didn’t want to start my life with a woman who already made me cringe. For example, she refused to cut her toenails over the garbage. Instead she must, she says, cut them in front of the TV. Then when I get home from work and want to kick off my boots and relax I nearly cut my foot open on the spare claws that get hung up in the carpet. Another example is her “dirty tissue receptacle”. Darlene doesn’t believe her DNA should be so available in her garbage so she purposely gets rid of her snotty tissues in one container she keeps in the kitchen, on the counter no less! She says she must throw the tissues in the special “tissue garbage” so as to limit her DNA left in the main pail. The other third, but not last, issue that just keeps coming up is the bathroom. Now, before you stop listening to me, hear me out. I need to get this out of my head and this is the only way I know how and it may help some poor soul in the future. So, the bathroom. She refuses to flush anything but bodily waste down the toilet. That means no paper and no tissues! I get it! No clogs! But I am willing to use that cheap, super-thin paper just so I can flush it! I don’t know if this is the same for anyone else but if you meet Darlene, run the other way!

©2022 CBialczak Flashfiction