Fandango’s Friday Flashback

I posted this originally on January 26, 2020. I only went 6 months back because I haven’t hit the one year mark yet!

THE SUNDAY WHIRL: WORDLE 440

Jack’s Ring

From the top of the stone wall, Jack could see the crystal in the rock formation shimmering in the sunlight. The shining rock seemed to blink in the sun as the clouds moved slowly across the sky, blocking sunlight at small intervals. Jack could just imagine taking a piece of that crystal and mounting it on a beautiful gold ring for his soon to be fiancé.  

He started down the embankment, fixing his vision on the stone. Once he was able to chip off his portion, he would check to make sure it was clear enough and would still fit in the setting. He knew the tone of the gold would accent the gem and was sure Pam would love it.  

After leaving the jeweler, Jack headed toward the hotel’s lounge, knowing Pam was waiting for him. He could not believe his eyes when he saw Pam in her tight black dress and matching black pumps with the stiletto heels. He was so lucky to have this beautiful woman and was excited to ask her to take his hand in marriage.  

©2020 CBialczak

The Sunday Whirl: Wordle #458

Words:  order, whiskey, empty, lift, touch, frothy, dish, singe, breathe, cottage, eggs, smoke

Written for: https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2020/05/31/wordle-458/

Bill’s Binge

Bill lifted his head off the pillow with a groan. Had he really been the only one to empty that bottle of cheap whiskey? It had been years since he had touched the stuff and now here he was beginning a whole new chain of events that start his path to nowhere.  

Last night he remembered walking into the bar on South Street. He was hit with a wall of smoke that singed his lungs, making it hard to breathe. Sitting at the end of the bar he had wanted to order a beer, the frothy head leaving a light mustache above his upper lip. He couldn’t recall now what had made him change his mind.  

Running to the bathroom, Bill recalled ordering a dish of hash and eggs; both of which were creeping up his throat, ready to erupt like a giant volcano out of his mouth. He never did learn that eating and whiskey did not go well together.  

Bill reached the toilet in the cottage just in time to retch into the bowl, rather than the floor or the tub. That made his life a little easier, just not less painful or humiliating. The worst part of it all was that he couldn’t recall who he talked to last night and what he may have said. Would he be able to show his face at work after a night like that?  

©2020 CBialczak Fiction

The sunday whirl: wordle #457

Written for: https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2020/05/24/wordle-457/

True success

Jenny knew she had to concentrate  
 
if she wanted to graduate  
 
There was no way she’d get a license to fly  
 
If she didn’t watch the world with one eye  
 
To make sure she didn’t just trip  
 
On things that made her mind spin like a whip  
 
She would learn how to sing her own song  
 
It is true as they say it will not take long  
 
To go where she wanted delicious success  
 
Not just inflate her ego or gain even less, 
 
She fall to the ground in one mighty clump  
 
Instead of taking life with one great big jump. 

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

The Sunday whirl: Wordle #453

virus, stroke, lock, call, fly, death, left, spread, mask, sell, singe, lose
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Stronger than you know

At the stroke of midnight, when the devil callsspread your wings and fly.  
When death is knocking at your door trying to sell you lies, lock your door and stay inside.  
If a virus comes to bring you sorrow, lose yourself in the beauty of life.  
When you are left with nothing but a singed heart, do not sell your soul, mask your terror and show your strength.  
You are the epitome of life, love, and glory.  

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

THe Sunday whirl: Wordle #452

fire, tiny, dream, mourn, torn, lift, shy, shock, lock, truth, light, stories. https://wordpress.com/read/blogs/24010414/posts/2345

A true story of grief: the sunday Wordle

Disclaimer: This is a true story. It is written with all my heart. It isn’t a happy tale, but it is my life.  

You hear stories about it, about the horror of having State Troopers come to your door at night. “Are you Mrs. Bialczak?” “Yes” “Is Joseph Bialczak your son?” “Oh God! NO!” “There was an accident….” 

The shock that comes immediately following is strange. I didn’t cry right away. I ran upstairs to tell Lindsay that her brother died. I yelled to David. It was like a bad dream coming true. You feel as though your heart is being torn out of your body.  

Only thirteen months before it wasn’t the State Police, it was the surgeon. “Mrs. Bialczak?” “Yes, is Bob out of surgery?” “I’m sorry to tell you this…”  

Why do I write about this truth when I should be writing a fictional tale? Why not write a light-hearted story of love? I think some of it is to release the feelings of sorrow that I lock up on a daily basis, just to survive. I am not too shy to tell the truth. I suppose my ability to mourn may help lift someone else up from a dark place, realizing they are not alone. It is a tiny piece of a huge picture that I sometimes need to share.  

As I sit and write this, there is a fire that burns deep inside of me, a fire so hot I don’t think anyone or anything could ever put out. Too often though, it is too hard to talk about. But, the more I keep it in, the bigger it grows.  

When something tragic happens and the world moves on around you, it hurts. The one thing I have learned though is that people are willing to listen, most often times they are just unsure or afraid of how to bring it up. I have learned that it is okay to bring this up when I need to because it is my truth and the life I live. I don’t need to spread sorrow, so as to feel so not alone, rather I need to spread the truth so others can begin to heal which in turn is helping me to heal. 

Thank you to all of my WP community for being so supportive.  

Wordle 449 Mar 29, 2020: The Sunday Whirl

Trapped, stash, hand, maze, land, chatter, wreck, last, crawl, back, armed, saw 

The Escape

As he crawled along the underbrush, the maze of brambles scraped his sunburnt skin. His back still bore the scars of the lashing he received when he first became trapped in this hellhole. His hand had calluses along the palm, evidence of his hard labor. It was a shipwreck that brought him here, what was it? Last year? He remembered the ocean rising above his small vessel, armed with ten-foot waves that crashed down upon the deck. He had tried to stash his valuables in his pockets, knowing he would capsize. Before being tossed into the raging waters he saw a speck of land on the horizon. He had known this was his only hope for survival. And now, trying to escape, all he could hear is the chatter of the other prisoners as they sit upon dirt floors, in the dark, waiting for someone to save them.  

©2020 CBialczak Fiction

Written for the Sunday Whirl: https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2020/03/29/wordle-449/

The Sunday Whirl: Wordle 448

Words:  hug, face, restrict, home, times, cult, distance, count, woke, look, call, hands

Held Captive

When I woke, I saw the face of my captor. I don’t know why he took me from my home. I don’t even know the distance I traveled to be counted as part of this cult, but I know the restrictions now imposed upon me were serious. I knew I could not call home, my hands were tied, as I realized the times were changing quickly. I would no longer look into the eyes of my loving mother or feel the tight hug from my father. I was now part of a group who had tight boundaries and was going to have to learn to follow them or face consequences unknown to someone like me, a girl from a small town in Oklahoma.  

©2020 CBialczak

Written for The Sunday Whirl : https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/

The Cabin: Wordle 447

Two hands on the wheel, Karen twisted her neck to see if anyone was behind her, before pulling out. Once out on the road she gave a sigh of relief, pressed her foot down harder on the pedal, and took off toward the cabin. It was still about three hours until she could turn onto the familiar dirt driveway. She just hoped she wouldn’t meet any of the locals on the way in, she just wanted a break from the hustle and bustle of the real world.  

Karen thought about the last few days at work. A ping of fear swept through her, thinking about the phrase her coworker, Brian, kept saying; “Don’t go anywhere alone!”. Was he being a flake about the rumors that there was a killer on the loose? Karen thought Brian would be the last one to fall for rumors. This little hiatus to the cabin would be good for her. The trend to go out drinking when you have a problem, was not her method of coping.  

The car seemed to drive itself down the familiar highway roads. Singing along to the radio, Karen didn’t even realize how much time was passing. Suddenly she saw it, the mailbox where letters came from family members. She had thought about it, after purchasing the cabin, that the only people she would give the address to would be people in her family.  

Slowly, Karen pulled up next to the mailbox, rolled down her window, and reached out to open the mailbox. Her hand stopped in mid-air as she froze. Past the box, the long driveway led to the cabin, which had its lights on. She never left the lights on. Who was in the cabin? Should she ask the police to come with her or just drive up and check it out herself? She figured she was acting foolishly, even though rumors of murder hung in the air over the whole area.  

©2020 CBialczak

Written for the Sunday Whirl: https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/

Time for Parole – Sunday Whirl: Wordle 445

Time for Parole

It wasn’t until yesterday that I thought about my brother. He had been in jail for the past eight years and no matter how many times he called to ask for a visit or for money, I couldn’t forget that he was a storyteller, someone who could not be trusted, someone who found excuses for all of the wrongs he has made. No matter how I have tried to separate my life from his, his mistakes continue to affect me like invasive parasites, like tendrils of a weed wanting to ruin a perfect lawn.  

So now I sit and read my letter, telling me that his time for parole was coming. I know I must be courageous and hold onto my values, not his. The heat I feel in my gut is the fear of what is to come. If he is to get out of jail, what chain of events is going to lead him to my door again?  

For today I will savor my drama-free life, loving the wee things that make me so happy, the first buds of spring, the chirping of the birds, and the smell of the spring rain. I will ignore that sly fox that is about to emerge from his den and enjoy my bit of freedom.  

©2020 CBialczak

Written for Sunday Whirl: https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2020/02/29/wordle-445/

The Sunday Whirl: Wordle 440

Jack’s Ring

From the top of the stone wall, Jack could see the crystal in the rock formation shimmering in the sunlight. The shining rock seemed to blink in the sun as the clouds moved slowly across the sky, blocking sunlight at small intervals. Jack could just imagine taking a piece of that crystal and mounting it on a beautiful gold ring for his soon to be fiancé.  

He started down the embankment, fixing his vision on the stone. Once he was able to chip off his portion, he would check to make sure it was clear enough and would still fit in the setting. He knew the tone of the gold would accent the gem and was sure Pam would love it.  

After leaving the jeweler, Jack headed toward the hotel’s lounge, knowing Pam was waiting for him. He could not believe his eyes when he saw Pam in her tight black dress and matching black pumps with the stiletto heels. He was so lucky to have this beautiful woman and was excited to ask her to take his hand in marriage.  

©2020 CBialczak