Tale Weaver – #299 – Over The Top – October 29th

Brad’s Rope Course

Brad was so proud of himself. He had worked for the past two weekends, up and down ladders, installing posts and brackets, to make a new ropes course in the backyard. The great thing about it, he had thought, was that with people being on the ropes course, squirrels would stay out of the yard and away from Marj’s bird feeders. He led Marj out to see the new course; he had a wide grin on his face. Brad looked over at Marj and his smile disappeared. Maybe she didn’t like the ropes course at all?

Brad, What is with all the ropes in the backyard?

Well, you know how you said you wanted to feed the birds? I saw the other morning that there were squirrels hanging onto all of the feeders and there was barely any food left.

And so you thought you would give them a better walkway to the feeders?

Haha, Marj no! I figured if I set up a ropes course the squirrels would see that it is an area for humans, not for birds, and they wouldn’t bother.

Brad, don’t you think they can tell when there are no humans on the ropes course?

Well, yeah I guess so.

So, don’t you think they would use your ropes course as an easy way to get to my birdfeeders when no “humans” are out there?

Well, then maybe it wasn’t the best plan but it is an awesome ropes course!

©2020 CBialczak Flash Fiction

For MMLM Tale Weaver: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2020/10/29/tale-weaver-299-over-the-top-october-29th/

Tale Weaver/Fairy Tale – #297 – The Witches Garden – 15th October

This week Michael asks us to venture into a Fairy Story around the theme of  The Witches Garden.

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Sophia’s Garden

Beyond the broken fence post 
and far beyond the wall 
there is a tiny garden 
where witches come to call. 

If you are to come here 
bring food and water too 
you may never leave this place 
the witches wait for you. 

Sophia stood before the fence. She knew the rhyme; her mother had been saying it to her since she could remember. She just didn’t know if it was true or just one of those tales that someone starts to make someone else scared. The one thing Sophia couldn’t make sense of though is the fact that there was a little garden right on the other side of the fence in their yard. If it was only a scary story, why did their yard fit the story so well. Sophia just stood there, staring, contemplating whether she walk over to investigate or not.  

©2020 CBialczak Fiction Poetry

Tale Weaver – #296 – Stranger – 8th October

For Michael at MLMM: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2020/10/08/tale-weaver-296-stranger-8th-october/

The Road Home

I had to go slow, all the snow on the road, and no town trucks had been out to plow yet. I hated these back roads when it snowed. The snow in the trees was like a blanket trapping you into this small space. Everywhere you looked all you saw was white. It was beautiful but… 

Who is that? Why is there someone even on this road? Shoot, I do not know if I should just stop here and wait…. wait for what? Should I try to back up and get out of here? Then what? I must get home. What am I going to do go back to the market and say that someone is walking down the road toward my house and since I do not know who it is, I will not drive toward him or her? People will think I have lost my mind.  

But what if I go up slowly behind him and it is some psycho. I will be trapped because there is not anywhere to turn around up there. I do not think I would even have time to turn around before he was in my car or attacking me.  

Good God, Crystal, stop with the creepy movie stuff! Other people live in this town and other people walk on this road! What are you going to do, never go back to your house because some guy decided to take a walk on the snowy road?  

But who could it be? The Johnston’s are both in their 80’s and Mr. Johnston had no reason to be out in this cold. Becka lives with Luke…Oh, it is Luke. But where is his car? I did not see it back in town and it is a little cold to be walking right now.  

Great, what do I do?  

Okay, I will go past this person and see who it is. It is just someone I am forgetting about. My imagination must stop! 

©2020 CBialczak

Tale Weaver – #292 – Clean Up – 10th September

For Michael: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2020/09/10/tale-weaver-292-clean-up-10th-september/

I’m taking a writing course “Writing for Children” and one of my assignments at the beginning was to write a 500-word descriptive piece about a childhood memory. I wrote about how my sister and I used to explore through my grandma’s woods and find old trash piles. This photo reminded me of it. Here is an excerpt…

Childhood Memory

. . . The trail wound down the small forested hill showing which direction we needed to go. In some places the trail became a few inches wider, but most of the time we had only enough room for one foot. We clambered on, one foot in front of the other and followed the path down until it disappeared around a corner of dirt and stone. We crept to the edge of the path’s end before it turned and led in a new direction. Here, we stopped in our tracks. As we turned, our eyes seemed to arrive before our minds as we looked down at the treasure trove of garbage, with its mountain of old appliances hovering over endless treasures and special finds. To some, this was a dumping area, but to my sister and me it was a land to explore and maybe find a valuable someone accidentally left behind.  

©2020 CBialczak

Tale Weaver #285

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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.

©2020 CBialczak Fiction

Tale Weaver – #281

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Written for mindlovemiserysmenagerie: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2020/06/25/tale-weaver-281-artwork-june-25th/

Jessie’s true love

Jessie walked down the wide hallway, her heels clicking on the marble, as she observed the works of art. The museum had this gallery and although she had been to numerous galleries, this one always displayed the most beautiful pieces by famous artists. At this moment she seemed to be the only one in the entire building as there was nothing but silence besides the clicking heels.   

Artwork was Jessie’s passion. She loved to dabble in different mediums but found she was best at pencil drawing, capable of having images pop right off a page with her illusion work. She had been interested in illusion since she was a little girl. Magicians were fascinating to her. One of her most favorite artists to date was still Salvadore Dali. She wished she could draw the surrealistic images he was able to produce easily with paint. If Dali were still alive, Jessie would be at his doorstep begging for lessons. 

Jessie enjoyed all artwork. She loved Monet, but didn’t everyone love Monet?  Then Van Gogh. He was a bit crazy and you can see it in some of his work, but still the detail he was able to put into his paintings amazed Jessie. She was not too crazy about Norman Rockwell and other artists that drew such real life images, entertaining or not. To Jessie, artwork was an expression of all the craziness floating in your brain.  

©2020  CBialczak Fiction

Tale Weaver – #280 – Tickets – June 18th.

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Written for mindlovemiserysmenagerie: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2020/06/18/tale-weaver-280-tickets-june-18th/

movie tickets

Billy stood outside the glass window, staring up at the stickers showing showtimes and prices. He wasn’t sure he would have enough money for tickets, especially since he wanted to ask Wendy to go with him. If they went to the matinee, they could probably even get popcorn.  

Billy remembered the time his parents’ friends were sitting at his house. They were laughing and bragging about how they see multiple movies in a day because they just scoot from one theater room to the next without anyone noticing. The went on to say that because theaters were only employing one person for the counter and one for keeping an eye on things, they really had no problem and didn’t have to sneak.  

Billy’s dad had looked past the man’s shoulder, catching Billy’s eye. Billy could see the disgust on his face, as he listened to this adult talk so pompously about stealing from the theater. Billy’s mom was shifting in her seat, trying to get a word in, trying to end the conversation. Billy couldn’t believe these adults were so proud of their dishonesty.  

So now, looking up at the shows and the prices, he can see how it might be tempting to stay for a second show, but he would never be able to live with that decision. He was also concerned that Wendy would simply walk away with a dishonest idea like that. It wasn’t worth it. They could just come to the early show and save money that way. It is supposed to be a positive thing to do, why turn it bad?  

©2020 CBialczak Fiction

Tale Weaver – #276 – Books -21st May

For Michael at mindlovemisery’smenagerie: https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/19271780/posts/2715100219

Books…

My thoughts on books…

I wrote four and published them for children.

I love to read, or used to love it, and hoping that with the new book I won last week that I regain my love. I never lost it, just lost the motivation to sit and read and concentrate on what I was reading. I think the concentration is key. Not that it has to be for intellectual knowledge, but just so I don’t have to reread the same page over and over…

I just got a story published in two magazines!

I write every day and hope to have more books published! Non-fiction and fiction for children.

Books 

White pages yellowing 

Hard covers softening 

Words melding together 

Offer 

Escape 

Experiences 

Entertainment 

Enlightenment 

Bright laminated pages 

Bright white screen 

Technology doesn’t print 

Less to hold 

But for some 

Holding a book is part of the 

Offering  

Escape 

Experiences 

Entertainment 

Enlightenment 

In bed 

At the beach 

In the yard 

Alone 

Together 

Bound like pages in a book 

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

Tale Weaver – #271 – Fairy Tale – What The Fairies Think

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Written for Michael at MindLovemisery’s Menagerie: https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/19271780/posts/2665576712

Fairies

Fairy 1 thinks Trump’s an ass 

Fairy 2 passed some gas 

Fairy 3 made up her mind 

Fairy 4 I cannot find 

Fairy 5 stays with me days 

Fairy 6 won’t shift her gaze 

Fairy 7 cooks the best 

Fairy 8 just loves to rest 

Fairy 9 helps make the bed 

Fairy 10 is all in my head.  

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

Tale Weaver – #268 – Medical – 26th March

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This isn’t really a tale, it’s a poem. I think it still fits the challenge.

Let us heal

Let us put a bandaid 

Upon the world tonight 

Before we loss our loved ones 

Pain defines our plight.  

We hope to stick together 

To end this evil bug 

To bring the world some healing 

To find a useful drug.  

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

Written for: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2020/03/26/tale-weaver-268-medical-26th-march/