Crimson’s Creative Challenge 89 – Max’s Headroom

“Max must have been a tall chap,” said Crisp my aged companion gazing up at the sign.

“There’s no skin on it, so he must have ducked in time,” I replied not rising to the bait.

“A chucklesome situation don’t you think,” she asked.

“Very much so, you’ve got me chuckling, sometimes Crsip your wit is astounding,” I added knowing how much her ego would be soaking it up.

“I imagine Max to be a basketballer, that’s a game for giants,” she said. “I would think going through life being so tall had a few pitfalls. Like shoe size,” she added, “they tend to have big feet don’t they. My mother always said big feet meant big appetites.”

As always the mention of food had my stomach gurgling.

“Morning tea?” I asked.

“Lead on good sir.”

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Tale Weaver – #285 – Forgiveness – July 23rd – On One Knee

He thought about the current situation and realised he had to do something as he had overstepped the mark in his comments about her aging.

He didn’t know what had come over him, but on reflection, he knew he had insulted her, and her reaction was one he hadn’t seen before.

It required a gesture that demonstrated his remorse for truth be told he was horrified by what he had said.

He thought of getting down on one knee, but that idea as humbling as it was, was troubling as there was the real possibility of him not being able to get back up again. And that he knew would do nothing to further his efforts to say sorry.

As it was, she had banished him to the spare room telling him he could stay there and rot for all she cared. He’d never seen her so worked up. Her response to his comments made it clear he was well and truly in the doghouse.

So here he was on one knee, fearful of rising, but aware of the humility connected with the gesture, a bunch of flowers in hand and his best sincere voice in play.

She was at her sewing machine making clothes for the grandkids who were due to visit in the next week.

He’d entered her space aware of her feelings about being interrupted, she didn’t like it at all under even pleasant circumstances, and on this occasion, there was the distinct possibility of receiving a good dose of her anger, as she hadn’t spoken to him in several days.

He laid himself at her mercy, making it clear how sorry he was for hurting her and acknowledging his wrongdoing.

It was a first for both of them. They had never before traded insults at each other, and the incident had served to make them aware of how fragile they both were.

She stopped working, listened to him and when he finished let him know how much she had been hurt, but it wasn’t anger, she displayed but a sadness that such an incident had occurred.

She took his flowers and helped him up onto his feet for which he was very grateful, as he knew he couldn’t have done it on his own.

“We are both getting old,” she said to him, “neither of us look as good as we did twenty years ago, we have to be kind to each other for life’s getting shorter, and we shouldn’t be wasting it by all this silliness. Now make me a cup of tea and let’s watch that show we spoke about the other day, the one about the wife killing the husband, better to watch it than be the one’s doing it.”

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What do you see # 39 – 20 July 2020 – Gran’s Pantry

Gran loved shopping on a Tuesday morning. Why we never quite understood, maybe because it wasn’t pension day she thought there would be less people to contend with, but it was folly to turn up at her place early on a Tuesday as she would be fussing about getting herself organised for her weekly shop.

Her pantry was a store of exotic jams and goods that only she knew the true nature of. Once a year, she had a cleanout of all the items that were out of date.

One time I was being nosey and looked about in her pantry only to discover a mouse in one of the baskets she had in there.

“Oh, don’t be bothered by Herman he just drops by from time to time to check out what’s there and on occasion have a bit of a nibble. He loves those ‘Marie’ biscuits for some reason. Often find he’s chewed a hole in a packet, so I keep them in a glass jar now and leave one or two out for him.”

Gran was eccentric in that way, nothing seemed to phase her except spiders. She’d get really excited if she saw a spider in the house, the broom would be out as would the most colourful language you could imagine any Gran uttering.

She was a determined and energetic woman and left us not only the many Herman’s of this world but a myriad of stories.

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Crimson’s Creative Challenge 88 – Choices

 “It’s all about choice, isn’t it?” said Crisp as we wandered down the lane. “You know we go through life having to choose one way or another, up or down, to or fro, it’s never ending, isn’t it?”

Today was one of Crisp, my aging companion’s philosophizing days. She had these from time to time and often when I least expected it.

“I made a choice when I was 21 to go and see the world. It took me thirty years to realise it but here I am,” she said, pondering the road her life had travelled. It hadn’t been all plain sailing for her as she seemed to attract her fair share of misfortune from time to time.

Just yesterday, a truck had passed her as she waited to cross the road and had sprayed her with mud and slush from the puddle it drove through.

But Crisp saw it as one person’s muck, and another’s luck, at least I thought that’s what she said.

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Sunday Writing Prompt – I was Amazed – 19th July




I left the fortune-teller’s booth full of scepticism after all who ever thought anyone would be told “You will leave this place and bump into a tall and beautiful woman who talks with a limp and walks with a lisp’?
Believe it or not, it happened.
I walked out into the fair grounds and bumped into a woman walking past. She muttered, so I thought, her apologies and I mine.
One thing led to another, a coffee, dinner and finally her bed and then mine.
It all happened so quickly I couldn’t believe what was happening to me.
She was beautifully tall, she had a slight speech impediment, and when she walked, she tended to drag her left leg.
It was hard to imagine how such a thing could happen to a guy like me.
I was overwhelmed with happiness and finally love for this beautiful woman.
Years later I still am, and I’m amazed the fortune-teller got it right.
 
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Tale Weaver – #284 – Blessing – July 16th – The Blessing of Marriage




 At the time, it was all about love, so he told myself. Asking my future father-in-law for his daughters hand in marriage was a daunting prospect, and I was surprised when I received his blessing so easily.
“You are a good boy,” he said, “I am happy for my Maria to be marrying such a sweet boy. But I warn you marriage is no easy endeavour.
Maria is a headstrong girl, she loves to talk back to her dadda, she has opinions on every subject, and I know she thinks a lot of you. Marriage might be just the thing she needs. Good luck and I look forward to little grandchildren in the next year. I like the thought of me being a grandfather, lots of little ones gathering at my feet, Maria would hate it, and so I encourage you to have as many as you can.
Motherhood she might relate to, then again you’ll have your work cut out managing most things she wants to do.
Headstrong is the word my boy, headstrong, don’t forget it.”
 
Looking back, with the wisdom of hindsight, I can now see why he was so keen to off-load his daughter onto the first idiot who came along believing he was in love with her.
So the wedding took place, it was a huge splash for my father-in-law. He invited all his friends and all the people he wanted to impress beyond his circle of friendship.
He literally pushed us out the door of the reception, had made sure my car was full of petrol and pointed in the right direction, heading well away from him.
When our first child arrived, he was enthusiastic blessing the child, a girl, into the family.
At church on Sunday, he showed her off, espousing the virile nature of his son-in-law and his obvious family fertility as in his daughter.
All in all six children were produced, and one day he took me aside to bestow upon me a family blessing, we had made an old man very happy he had said.
Maria, who had grown rounder with each child, was the apple of his eye. She had grown into a mother beyond all his expectations. Around her children she was as like a clucking chook, gathering them close and watching over them. They were her children, and she was determined to keep them that way, which is where the issues started.
The eldest turned forty last week, and she called her up and made the unfortunate mistake of telling her what she should be doing with her life. Our eldest, Maggie, was more like her mother than her mother. She too was opinionated and direct and told her mother to mind her own business and let her live her life.
Maria immediately rolled into my study and let it be known it was all my fault, I should have been a better father, better lover and a better provider, in fact, everything about me could and should be improved.
It was then I realised how wise my father-in-law had been all those years before in giving his blessing to our marriage, as right there and then I wasn’t feeling blessed at all.
 
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What do you see # 38 – 13 July 2020 – Randalph Not Gandalph.





The bearded man in a robe stood at the gate and announced he wasn’t Gandalf but rather Randalph the Lesser.
His castle, if you wanted to call it that, sat high upon a mountain in the most inaccessible place on earth.
Randalph was constantly disappointing visitors with the news he wasn’t who they thought he was.
“I don’t do magic, I can’t cast spells, as it is with all the Covid going on visitors have dried up and I’m trying to get on jobkeeper just to stay afloat.”
He looked decidedly down about the whole affair and from his pocket he produced a small bottle of sanitizer which after pouring an amount into his hand rubbed them vigorously together.
“Can’t be too careful,” he announced and from another pocket produced a large facial mask he tied securely around his head.
“Imagine if the virus got up here, there’d be chaos, the place would be a ghost town in no time,” he ruefully stated. “best if you turn around and head on home,” he said, “nothing to see up here apart from the castle and an aging non-wizard.”
It was with mounting disappointment that I turned to walk the long walk down the steps to my car.
“You’re welcome to leave a donation in the box at the bottom of the steps,” he said to my retreating back.
“As if,” I thought to myself as I trudged on down.
 
 
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Sunday Writing Prompt – Ode – 12th July – Ode To Crap

You are everywhere,

We produce tons of you

Both physically and literally.

You exist by the bucketful

A much maligned part of life

We are all responsible there’s no shirking that.

Sometimes my words reflect you clearly

You are easily spotted,

 A brown stain you leave in your wake.

There are days when I feel crap,

And it’s unfair to relate

When it’s my fault, not yours.

It’s not your responsibility that society

Has labelled you in such a derogative way

When you are only what nature intended.

I imagine you’ve an inferiority complex

The result of generations of bad press

After all who ever heard of good crap?

As you are a necessary bodily function

I am sympathetic, I want to reach out

Comfort you, show you I care.

Of course as you and I both know

Others have their own perceptions of you

After all my crap doesn’t stink!!

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Reena’s Exploration Challenge 143 – The Journey Home

The journey home had come at last. In this period of lockdown he had worried he may never get to go home.

The cost of the ticket had been worth every cent.

On the screen in front of him was a map of the world and his home was somewhere in the far distance.

He had his own bizarre theories about his home country. When the world was made the countries to the north were populous and there was a lot of ocean to the south.

So a land was established in the south, to break the monotony of so much water.

The land was populated with humans and a unique flora and fauna and then forgotten about for the next 40,000 years or so.

The people learned to live with the land, to respect and care for it and they managed developing along the way a culture in keeping with the uniqueness of the land. The flora and fauna gave the impression of being experimental, someone’s notion of a good idea at the time and lets see what evolution makes of it all. The platypus immediately came to mind.

It was indeed a lucky country and he was lucky to be returning.

He looked forward to the inevitable fourteen days of quarantine for being back on home soil was all he craved.

He watched slowly as his destination grew closer. It seemed to take forever, which is often the case when you want to be somewhere in a hurry. He found it difficult to relax into sleep as he longed for the sound of an Australian voice, for then he’d know he was home.

His flight circled over Sydney Harbour before coming into land. His exhilaration grew, the two-week wait in a Sydney hotel would pass. He knew, he just had to wait it out.

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Crimson’s Creative Challenge #87 – The Old Well




My aged companion, Crisp, remembered a morning when her Uncle Joe came bursting into the kitchen as her dad was eating his breakfast.
Her dad loved his breakfast and hated being interrupted. Whatever the reason for the disturbance it had best be a good one.
The well in the south paddock had run dry was what Joe blurted out. It was a well that always had water even through the worst of the droughts.
Her dad uttered a few expletives grabbed his hat and followed Joe out the door.
Several hours later her dad returned looking worse than when he’d left his half eaten bacon and eggs. She heard her dad say Joe was a fool, that someone had turned off the valve that fed the well and if Joe wasn’t family he’d be out on his arse.
“Funny what you think of isn’t it,” said Crisp as they journeyed on.
 
 
 
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