Veva had seen that little dog before. She couldn’t forget him, with his black spotted face and brown belly! “What a silly little dog”, she remembers thinking the first time she saw him. This time he looked sad though. He seemed a little scraggly, like he had been out in the rain all night, maybe sleeping in a mud puddle! Poor baby.
“Come here sweet baby!” she called to the puppy. He looked over at her and started walking slowly in her direction.
She was a little fearful. What if he had some disease or if he was really nippy?
He was a little fearful. What if she tried catching him in one of those net things like the other people did?
With his little head down he walked up to where Veva was standing. He kept his head down, either to be patted or because he was afraid of her. She fell in love immediately with the sweet puppy. She bent down to pat his little spotted head. As soon as she lifted her hand away he looked up at her with the darkest, sweetest eyes. “Do you want to come home with me, little guy?” she asked. He wagged his tail. He didn’t know where he had come from but this was the first time that he felt like he knew where he was going; home!
Jetta wanted to turn and walk away but knew better than to think it was that easy. She was in the thick of it and regretted the day she asked Natalie if she could move in. Natalie was nothing but drama and Jetta knew it but she hadn’t been thinking straight, she had only been thinking that she had to get out. Danny was abusive and she couldn’t take it any longer. No one seemed to believe her. Even some of her closest friends thought she was exaggerating or making Danny out to be worse than he really was. Jetta wished she was only making up stories of abuse.
So now, instead of Danny’s abuse she was intricately entangled in Natalie’s addiction. Jetta didn’t know which was worse? Thinking back to the day her parents asked her when she was moving out, Jetta felt some resentment that she was asked to leave without them knowing she had nowhere healthy to go. Her life was getting deeper and deeper into chaos than she ever thought possible. Jetta began to have doubts that she would survive the next six months, knowing Natalie was going to have to give up her lease for lack of payment. She felt herself slipping into a darkness that scared her more than Danny’s abuse and Natalie’s addiction ever could.
Barb, did I tell you about yesterday afternoon and the delivery I received?
No, why? What happened?
Well, the day started like any other day. I got a hilarious email from my sister letting me know that I was going to receive a secret package that had to do with that sex party she hosted.
Oh, God! I forgot about that evening! Where was I that I couldn’t go?
I think you went to your parent’s house.
Oh, yeah, yeah. Okay so what happened.
Well, a package did come in the mail but it was really disappointing. All I had ordered was a “how-to” book on buying sex toys. I guess that night I thought a book like that might be engaging but it was really a waste of money.
Well, I could’ve told you that! When you go to one of those parties you need to buy merchandise, not reading material!
My father is 88 years old. He has dementia and he remembers quite a bit from when I was younger. He does get me confused with his sister, or at least his relationship with me, but I am just happy he remembers I am family.
Anyhow, when I was little on April Fool’s Day, I would run into my parents’ bedroom and wake up my dad and say, “Dad, hurry up, the toilet is overflowing!” He would jump out of bed and run to the bathroom and I would laugh and say “April Fools!”.
When I was in college and then when I was married, I still called him every April Fool’s Day and say, “Dad, what do I do, can you come over? My toilet is overflowing!” He would calmly tell me it was not a big deal, to not worry…I’d let him start to tell me what to do and then I would say, “April Fools!” I honestly believe I tricked him every year. He would laugh that he fell for it again.
I haven’t done that for a few years. I think now my father would just be too worried that he wasn’t able to come help me that it would cause him too much stress. It is still funny to think about though.
By a means of your choosing you come into the possession of a magical lamp. This lamp contain a D’jinn. He offers you three wishes. The standard limitations apply to your wishes. You can’t ask for unlimited wishes. You can’t wish for someone to fall in love with you and so on. Will you outsmart the genie by carefully wording your wishes or will you bring misfortune on yourself? If you choose the misfortune route you can either go humorous or horror the choice is yours! https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2020/03/22/sunday-writing-prompt-make-a-wish/
Make a Wish
Becca was going through the pile of junk her brother had tossed down from the attic. Losing their dad had been hard enough, but now mom was gone too. It was the way of life, you’re born, you live, you die. Becca still had tears streaming down her face as she sifted through the boxes. There was too much stuff here to just put outside for a FREE pile, without knowing what all this stuff was. Also, anything left outside now would have to be waterproof based on the snow in tonight’s forecast. The last thing her and Paul needed was to drag in a bunch of wet, ruined items to then throw away.
Becca was almost at the end of the rummaging when she felt cold metal tucked under what looked like an old placemat. She moved the placemat away and was surprised to see a Magic Lamp. Now, Becca knew that was just some fairy tale, but she couldn’t help imagining what she would wish for. She looked around for Paul, but he must have already gone out to the garage.
“Aw, what the heck, it can’t hurt!” Becca said as she rubbed the side of the lamp. She chuckled to herself, thinking how silly she must look rubbing an old oil lamp!
“Master, you have awakened me from my slumber.”
Becca fell back against the hallway wall, shocked, holding her breath, not sure whether she should believe what was in front of her or not. She was probably just in one of those dreams where just about everything seems so real to life. She’d wake up and realize she was just being a goof!
“No, Master, I am real, and you are not dreaming. I am a genie and you are now granted three wishes.”
Becca still couldn’t talk, couldn’t shift her eyes, couldn’t move, as she stared, mesmerized by the figure before her.
“Uh, three wishes?” Becca asked.
“Yes, just three. And remember the rules. No wishing for more wishes, no wishing for true love, no wishing for someone to die, and no wishing for someone to become alive again, it just doesn’t work that way.”
Becca smiled. This had to be a dream. The only problem with her dream theory is that she could hear Paul moving boxes around in the garage and she could feel the short bristles of the hallway carpeting.
“Okay, genie, if I have three wishes then I wish everyday would be sunny and warm, around 70 degrees, so I can always be outside and feel the beautiful sunshine on my face.”
Becca stood up and went to the window. She could feel the heat of the sun radiating through the window. This couldn’t be. It was supposed to snow tonight! She unlatched the window and slid it up just enough to put her hand up to the screen. It was warm! What was going on? She had to get Paul. If this was real, he would be feeling the sun and warmth right now too.
“Paul! Hey, Paul! Where are you?” Becca yelled as she walked down the stairs.
“I’m out here in the driveway,” Paul responded.
Becca walked out through the garage to see Paul sprawled out on the blacktop, shirt tossed onto the grass.
“Becca, I have no idea what is going on, but this weather is awesome! I thought it was supposed to snow. Now it’s sunny and probably at least 70 degrees out here!”
She had to tell him.
“Paul, I did this. I wished for it to happen.”
“Yeah, okay sis, whatever you say. And I will wish for this house to be empty, all cleaned out, done! I’m sick of looking through junk.”
“I can wish that for you for my second wish. I have two more you know.”
“Yeah, sure, make that be your second wish! Hahaha, you make me laugh. Like I’m supposed to believe we live in some fairy tale that you got three wishes. What’d you find, an old Magic Lamp too?” Paul laughed as he leaned back on his elbows, enjoying the warmth of the sun.
“Well, actually, yeah.” Becca turned on her heel and knew at that moment she had to get the lamp, to show him it was real. Becca went back in the house. She was gone for only a minute or two before appearing in front of Paul out on the driveway.
“See!” Becca exclaimed. “I told you it was true! It was wrapped in an old placemat in one of those boxes. Watch this. When I rub it the genie will come out.”
Paul rolled his eyes. He realized he might have to call a doctor if she continued with this hallucination of hers. It must be all the stress from mom dying, he thought.
Becca rubbed the lamp and POOF! A genie appeared, hovering in the air above the spout of the Magic Lamp.
“See, I told you!” Becca smiled.
Paul stood in shock, not knowing whether he should believe what was in front of his eyes or run and hide from some stupid prank his sister was playing. He stood, wide eyed, mouth hanging open.
“Oh my God! Becca, this is true! Holy shit. Yeah, wish for the house thing. That would save us a lot of time! And there is nothing here that either of us want anyhow. It’s all stuff to donate.”
Becca told the genie what she wanted her second wish to be. “Genie, I wish that all of the things in mom’s house were gone, sent to the donation center, so that we can just sell this house.”
Suddenly, with a small tremble, the lamp fell out of her hand. In an instant it was gone! She looked at Paul. What happened? They both turned toward the garage and were in awe when they saw the garage was empty and clean. Paul ran into the kitchen and opening drawers and cabinets, saw that everything WAS gone.
“Paul, but what happened to the lamp?” Becca asked her brother.
“Becca, was that your second or third wish?”
“I think you wished the Magic Lamp to be gone with the rest of mom’s things. At least the house is done! Let’s lock up and we can go over to the donation center and see if we can find the lamp so you can have your third wish,” Paul offered her hope.
“Yeah, sure, nothing else to do about it. I hope I find it. If I do, I’m making my third wish that the house sells immediately. I want to be done with all of this and go home, for good. This is too much stress!”
In 2018, I became a widow. I was told by several people that I would need to get used to my new life. When I heard this, I knew it was true, but it was unfair, because I didn’t choose any of it. In 2019, I lost my son. This was the ultimate game changer. With the help of counseling and the support of loved ones I have come to realize that I need to make choices that are for me! How is this a change? Well, when I look at my past, there is nothing that I regret, and certainly wouldn’t change my marriage or children, but I do see times when I made decisions, not on what I wanted, but on what I felt was “right”.
So, now that I have begun to learn what this means I was actually put to the test a few weeks ago. I was given the chance to possibly get back teaching in a classroom. I was appreciative of the offer and felt good to be asked, but when I thought about it I said to myself, “I don’t want to be in a classroom again.” Since my last teaching job I had told the students I worked with that I was there to stay as a teacher. My students meant a lot to me. That was an honest statement. I told them I would only leave if it were to progress in my career and get an Assistant Principal job or something like that.
When I didn’t go back this past fall, I felt badly. I didn’t tell the kids, I didn’t even know I wasn’t going back. After my son passed I just couldn’t go work with adolescents again. It was too painful. To this day I have always hoped that they knew I wasn’t teaching at another school. So when this opportunity was presented, not only did I not want to be in the classroom again, I thought how much it would hurt those students who I had told I would be there for. I would have felt bad if they learned I was teaching at another school, not with them. I know this is what life is about, and that not all things go the way we plan, but when I declined the opportunity to get back in the classroom, I knew I was making the right decision. I felt good about it for myself, and for keeping my word to those children I hope I have touched in some way.
Acis, a minor river god, loved the nymph Galatea. However, the cyclopes Polyphemus [some say the same one who terrorized Odysseus ] also loved the girl. There really was no competition: Acis was young and handsome, Polyphemus large and ugly. Acis and Galatea carried on a secret love affair, but one day Polyphemus heard Acis singing a love song for her and hurled huge rocks at the two. Galatea transformed him into a river and the stones which Polyphemus threw became the Cyclopian Rocks in Sicily.
Galatea and Acis (my version)
There was a fairy and a fish Who loved each other true. A beast, he loved her so much more as social media knew.
The cyclops was the ugly beast From who the two did hide. For in the darkness they did kiss When both their cell phones died.
One day the fairy sang a song Which was meant for fish boy. Cyclops got mad and threw some stones before he did deploy.
He went to war, or so he thought But really he was high. He didn’t understand how she could sing To some other handsome guy.
The stones stand now right near the shore Of modern Italy They both have died but love lives on If only digitally.