dVerse — Prosery – Everything is Stitched

Good evening, Pub Poets! Lisa here to welcome you to Prosery: the prompt where we write prose based on some given lines of poetry. This can be flash-fiction or creative non-fiction, but it cannot exceed 144 words in total (not including the title) and must not be poetry (no versification, line breaks, metre, etc.) https://dversepoets.com/2023/01/16/dverse-prosery-everything-is-stitched/
Everything I do is stitched with its color.

Medical Mystery

Melody looked straight ahead as the doctor poked and prodded, trying to feel for a tender spot. 

“Does it hurt here?”

“No, towards the back a little, down a bit.”

“Did you get your appendix out, Melody?”

“Yeah, do you think it has something to do with that?”

“Well, typically the appendix is taken out of the front of the abdomen but there could have been other circumstances. When I perform an appendectomy my work is much more precise than this scar.”

“I don’t know what they did honestly. It was after a car accident and I was passing out and waking up every few minutes it felt like.”

“Well, I will have the nurse check your chart. It definitely wasn’t my work. Everything I do is stitched with its color and the appendix to me is purple.”

“Why purple?” 

©2023 CBialczak prose

What do you see?

Sadje is the host of What do you see? https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2022/12/05/what-do-you-see-163-5th-december22/

As the sky cleared the water started to ebb. It was as if the atmosphere was sucking the clouds from the sky and the water from the land. Dina stared out and gasped. What was she seeing? Were those tombstones? Dina had lived in this town her whole life and never heard about any burial grounds, nor had she ever heard any stories about the town without this beautifully flowing river with the strong bridge bringing two groups of people together. Grabbing her phone she looked to see if she had service. She did not, not here on the bank of the river. She would call her grandma as soon as she got in the car. Although grandma was starting to forget things she always remembered her childhood, as it had been so pleasant as far as her stories had told. Who would have been buried there? Why was it turned into a river? Did the corpses in their metal boxes been polluting the water? So many questions but she wasn’t sure she would ever get the all the answers.

October 17: Story Challenge in 99-words

October 17, 2022, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story that references “I see the light in you.” You can use the phrase or demonstrate it in a story. Who is shining and why? Who is observing or reacting? What is the setting? Go where the prompt leads!
https://carrotranch.com/2022/10/17/october-17-story-challenge-in-99-words/

Billy walked sullenly, head hung low. 

He hadn’t meant to look so stupid in front of his friends.

How could a book report turn into a horror show within minutes?

Dennis was how!

Billy didn’t know they were reading the same book and he certainly didn’t know that his abridged version was not only the easier version but it kept some of the best details out!Sharon ran up to Billy as he walked along.
“I thought your report was better! You enjoyed reading and it showed! I see the light in you when you talk, more than Dennis!”

©2022 CBialczak fiction

Saddle Up Saloon: Cowsino October 2022

The Carrotranch has a Cowsino open for October. Stop by here and check it all out.

Once upon a time there was a farmer who decided to open a farm for all of the animals that other farmers decided they were done with. 

Every day the farmer would stand by his mailbox and wait until he saw the sad animals walking down the road. He would wave them over and tell them that they were welcome to come live at his farm. He called it the Forever Farm.

But one day a chicken came walking backwards down the road. The Farmer didn’t know if he would be able to get the chicken’s attention before he passed so he decided to put out a roadblock to stop the chicken at his mailbox. This certainly worked because when the chicken hit the road block, not only did he stop but he started screaming and bouncing around like an old Mexican jumping bean. 

He finally came to a stop at the farmer’s feet.
“Why’d you stop me like that?”, asked the chicken.
“I wanted you to stop so I could ask you if you wanted to come live here at the Forever Farm. You were walking backwards and I didn’t want to miss you when you walked by.”

“Well, that was awfully nice of you but when I get scared I can’t control myself.”

“That’s no problem. I don’t mind what any of you animals do,” replied the farmer.

Except, every time there was a loud noise in one of the fields, or a new animal, or the honk of a horn, the chicken started screaming and bouncing everywhere. Then it came, the UPS truck, with its big brown boxy sides. “Honk, Honk” The driver beeped the horn to get the farmer’s attention. 

Suddenly the chicken appeared screaming and bouncing, and he scared the UPS driver so much that the driver jumped into the truck and started driving away when the chicken bounced right in front of the truck. The UPS driver didn’t have time to stop. The chicken didn’t know where he was, and the farmer looked on with dread at the mess that became this poor little chicken. 

After this happened the farmer decided he wouldn’t stop animals to invite them to live at his farm, he would wait until they asked him for help. Then he would remember to explain all the safety rules of his farm so this tragedy didn’t happen again.

From that day on, the farmer waited just inside his fence so animals couldn’t talk to him while they were still in the road. The farmer and the UPS driver never had an accident with any animal ever again.

©2022 CBialczak

What do you see?

Sadje is the host of What do you see?: https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2022/08/08/what-do-you-see-146-august-8-2022/

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!

Rochelle is the host of Friday Fictioneers where we are asked to write a complete story in less than 100 words: https://rochellewisoff.com/2022/08/03/5-august-2022/

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!