Fandango’s Flashback Friday — January 21st

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Well, unfortunately I don’t have any creative writing from January 21st of last year. I have a “From my desk” post which I will copy below. I guess it will be interesting to read where I was perspectively a year ago.

From my desk: 01/21/21

Hello WordPress! I miss my blog, my interactions, my writing. I am in Florida caring for my father and stepmother. Stepmother has not been well. She finished a chemo treatment last week that has left her so very sick. We took her to the hospital today because she was vomiting, dehydrated, and her blood count has been so low. She is there for fluids and a transfusion. My father is so unhappy as he doesn’t remember all the details and is so accustomed to her being with him. For anyone who prays, please say a prayer she gets better.

I miss my daughter and my David! I miss Brody and my guinea pigs. I DON”T miss the cold northern weather! Florida has been “chilly”, only in the 60’s mostly. Better than the 20’s!

I started tutoring. The young man I am tutoring is very kind and nice. You can tell he loves his family. The planning is taking a lot of my time as I haven’t been in the classroom in almost two years and even then I was in high school and my new student is in 6th grade. The one super-wonderful part of this is I have reconnected with an old friend who is an Occupational Therapist, who I worked with many years ago, but will be working with again.

I hope to get back more to my writing. I miss the challenges and the interactions. I miss reading all the other great work of my fellow bloggers. Feel free to tag me in a post if you think it is something I would really enjoy. I feel like I am missing so much!

Thanks for following and for reading. I miss this blogging family but should be back “full-time” soon.

©2021 CBialczak

Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge

Fandango offers us this photo from Erean @ Morguefile.com for his flash fiction challenge this week.
For the visually challenged writer, the image shows the silhouette of a woman on a stage, provocatively posed sitting on a chair with the starry night sky behind her and also reflected on the stage floor.

This is a poem even though this is a flash fiction challenge. I mean it is ficticious.

If I lay my head back with my neck to the sky
will you come here and hold me, keep hold while I cry?
I need you to be here no matter what time
Your love means so much now, your love is sublime.

©2021 CBialczak Poetry

FOWC with Fandango — Boutique

Betsy was a lady
with hair down to her arse
she loved her boutique clothing
despite it being sparse
She walked into a diner
to grab a bite to go
She didn’t see him staring
She didn’t even know
Then she left the diner
to walk out in the park
she didn’t know he followed
despite it getting dark
When she stopped to ponder
the trail that was amiss
the man jumped out and grabbed her
her lips was where he kissed
She thought that she was being
hurt by some old kooky nut
she knew that she could hit him
she knew she’d kick his butt
but when she saw his face then
under the moon so bright
she realized its her lover
Her man, her Mister Right!

©2021 CBialczak Poetry

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Fandango’s Provocative Question #134

FPQ
https://fivedotoh.com/2021/09/08/fandangos-provocative-question-134/

Find it here: https://fivedotoh.com/2021/09/08/fandangos-provocative-question-134/

What are your primary sources for news these days? Are you confident that your sources present the news accurately, fairly, and without bias? Or have you given up trying to keep up with the news anymore?

I gave up before even starting! I used to watch the news, growing up, because my dad had it on. Then I never watched it…At some point I think my late husband used to come home and turn on the local news, so I would watch that. Now, whenever David has it on I watch and listen but I know there aren’t many times that I myself have turned the news on. I get tired of hearing the same thing over and over. The programs are so short that they really just seem to give the same information over and over. I admit I have watched it for the weather. Even they’ve been wrong so many times!

Fandango’s Flashback Friday

Check it out here: https://fivedotoh.com/2021/09/03/fandangos-flashback-friday-september-3rd/

Here is a poem from last year, same day…
To me it was heartwarming seeing that it was for Sue’s prompt…I know a lot of people miss her.

https://christinebialczak.com/2020/09/03/thursday-photo-prompt-serenity-writephoto/

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Written for Sue’s prompt: https://scvincent.com/2020/09/03/thursday-photo-prompt-serenity-writephoto/

Morning

Blue skies illuminated 

Clouds covering the sun 

Morning begins early 

Quiet land waits peacefully 

A new day begins 

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

Fandango’s Flashback Friday — July 23rd

Fandango has a great idea with this! To read more click here

Here is my flashback from last year: https://christinebialczak.com/2020/07/23/tale-weaver-285/(opens in a new tab)

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Written for Michael’s prompt at mindlovemiserysmenagerie: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2020/07/23/tale-weaver-285-forgiveness-july-23rd/

Feeling Alone

Veva knew that nothing which had been done in the past could be undone, she could only hope to find some forgiveness in her heart. She was not sure if that was possible.

Two weeks ago Veva heard some terrible news about an old friend. Struck by COVID Meg had not made it. She was so heartbroken at losing her friend, especially because there would be no services to honor Meg’s life. In her sad state she decided to call her coworker, with whom she had become very close with in the last ten years at the same advertising company. She knew Barb would be able to give her the sympathy she needed at this horrific time.

Veva called Barb on her personal cell phone, wanting Barb to know that it was not a work related call. After the third ring, right before the call went to voicemail, Barb answered.

“Hey Veva, what’s going on?”

“Oh, Barb, I just found out one of my oldest and dearest friends died from COVID!”

“Veva, that is awful. Where did she live? Will there be services?

“She was from Syracuse, like me. Her brother said they can’t have any services because of social distancing so they will bury her ashes with just the immediate family and priest.”

“Wow, that sucks. Hey listen, can I call you back? I just got to the store and I just have to run in to return something.”

“Sure, Barb, talk to you later.”

Veva was left alone to cry. She thought Barb would offer to come right over and keep her company. She had thought wrong.

A few hours passed and Veva had still not heard anything from Barb. When she tried calling her the call went directly to voicemail. She wasn’t sure if she should be mad or worried. Putting her concerns aside she wanted to check Facebook to see what kind of tributes were being made to honor Meg’s life. Turning on the computer and navigating to Facebook, the first picture to show up on the feed was Barb, sitting alone at a small cafe, drinking a glass of wine. The caption read: “I love being alone!”

Veva was taken by surprise. Hadn’t Barb said she was just returning something and would call her right back? Here Barb has posted a picture of herself enjoying a glass of wine alone. She could have asked Veva to join her, she could have waited to have a glass of wine to comfort her friend. Obviously, the wine was more important that she was.

Veva sat back and closed the browser. No point in torturing herself anymore. She was now hurt twice in one day.

Veva called Barb on her personal cell phone, wanting Barb to know that it was not a work related call. After the third ring, right before the call went to voicemail, Barb answered.

“Hey Veva, what’s going on?”

“Oh, Barb, I just found out one of my oldest and dearest friends died from COVID!”

“Veva, that is awful. Where did she live? Will there be services?

“She was from Syracuse, like me. Her brother said they can’t have any services because of social distancing so they will bury her ashes with just the immediate family and priest.”

“Wow, that sucks. Hey listen, can I call you back? I just got to the store and I just have to run in to return something.”

“Sure, Barb, talk to you later.”

Veva was left alone to cry. She thought Barb would offer to come right over and keep her company. She had thought wrong.

A few hours passed and Veva had still not heard anything from Barb. When she tried calling her the call went directly to voicemail. She wasn’t sure if she should be mad or worried. Putting her concerns aside she wanted to check Facebook to see what kind of tributes were being made to honor Meg’s life. Turning on the computer and navigating to Facebook, the first picture to show up on the feed was Barb, sitting alone at a small cafe, drinking a glass of wine. The caption read: “I love being alone!”

Veva was taken by surprise. Hadn’t Barb said she was just returning something and would call her right back? Here Barb has posted a picture of herself enjoying a glass of wine alone. She could have asked Veva to join her, she could have waited to have a glass of wine to comfort her friend. Obviously, the wine was more important that she was.

Veva sat back and closed the browser. No point in torturing herself anymore. She was now hurt twice in one day.

©2020 CBialczak Fiction

Fandango’s Provocative Question #121

Find the question here: https://fivedotoh.com/2021/06/09/fandangos-provocative-question-121/

What three wishes would you ask the genie to grant you?

  1. I wish that I could live at least 75% of my days without any pain of any kind.
  2. I wish that I could help everyone that needs it, find a way to be happy and happy with themselves.
  3. I wish that I could have a credit card so that when I really want something, I don’t have to think twice about getting it because I never get the statement in the mail!

Fandango’s Provocative Question #71

FPQ

Find the question here: https://fivedotoh.com/2020/05/27/fandangos-provocative-question-71/

How old are you* and how old do you feel — older or younger than your actual chronological age? Do you generally act your age? And what does “acting your age” mean to you?

I am 49 but feel like I just graduated from high school. I don’t feel old enough to have to make many of the decisions I have had to make in life. On the contrary, I am happy being home doing crafty stuff or reading. I can I am also a “repurposer” so I hate throwing things away that I might be able to use again some day.

©2021 CBialczak

Column: FOWC with Fandango

Check FOWC here: https://fivedotoh.com/2021/02/08/fowc-with-fandango-column/

Barb, where did you get that website from?

Which one?

You know, the one about sex after 50.

Jane, that was from that Dr. Barr, the doctor who rights the advice column for the Times.

Dr. Barr writes a column?

Yeah, do you know him?

Her. Dr. Barr is a her. You really think a male doctor cares about sex after 50?

Isn’t that the only thing men think about?

©2021 CBialczak Fiction