Author: Danny James

“Travel makes one modest. You see what a tiny place you occupy in the world.”

Party Time

RDP: Filter

Word of the Day: Juicy

Daily Word Prompt: Pare

Photo Credit === Danny James

She had been planning this “little” get together with friends for the last month. I finally got her to pare her little list down to eight people including Iris. I always liked to invite Iris to one of our party’s because she always has an opinion on every subject. And what I really like about Iris is that she has no filter on her mouth. She’s not a shy one and you better be ready to cover your ears if you are easily offended. She will be the ideal person to try your new juicy pineapple desert.

Let the party begin.

Selfie

This post is in response to Friday Fictioneers. The challenge is to write a complete story with a beginning, middle and end using the picture prompt below.

PHOTO PROMPT© Roger Bultot

Sometimes you need a new perspective on your life. Every day you go about your daily activities with little thought of how things change around you. Or do they? If you take a selfie (Oxford Dictionaries chose that word as its Word of the Year in 2013) today and stood in the same place a year from now, how much would change. Same pictures on the wall? Your favorite recliner? The super soft blanket that even Linus from Peanuts would envy?

Would you even be here in a year to take the picture. Yes? No?

Nice Try

photo by Raul De Los Santos via Unsplash

This post is written for 3 Line Tales, word of the day Challenge (dissapointment), Fandango’s One Word Challenge (Wing), and Rag Tag Daily Prompt (Destiny).

I don’t want to go out on a wing, but I bet Erick won’t live to be thirty.

His life has been one big disappoint after another.

It’s just not his destiny to succeed with this adventure.

See How Her Garden Grows

This post is written for Friday Fictioneers. The challenge is to write a complete story with a beginning, middle and end in 100 words or less. My story follows the picture prompt below.

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

“Sorry for your loss.” He hates that statement. They don’t understand the world he now faces without her. She was always the one that was there for you when you needed her. Where were you when she needed you in her last months? She was always growing, expanding her energies for all the things she held close to her heart. He garden was her escape. A place to escape her crazy world.

She left specific instructions of how she wanted to be remembered. Fine to think she can go on being socially useful even after she’s dead. Making plants grow.

Octopus

Ragtag Daily Post

Well they told us that we would be experiencing something unexpected for dinner. After all we were in Japan so almost anything local would be something we would not find on an American menu.

But Octopus????

Photo Credit === Danny James

An no it did not taste like chicken!

DELUGE

RDP: Deluge

It was a little after 7:30 am. We were about a half hour late. She always liked to get started early on her twice daily walk. I told her the radar indicated that the rain would be here shortly. I could tell by the look she gave me that she couldn’t wait. So off we went. Sure enough the rain started about five minutes into our walk. Ten minutes later it was a delude. She wasn’t happy.

Photo Credit === Danny James

My adopted Ms. Belle!

Incomplete

Ragtag Daily Prompt: Incomplete:

Living the first forty five years of my life as a single male I felt I knew everything. The world was mine. I could do anything!

Now, after 30 years of marriage, I find myself living a life of contentment. Without my wife, partner, friend, lover, I would find myself incomplete.

A Refrigerator in a Tree

This post is written for Friday Fictioneers.

PHOTO PROMPT © Brenda Cox

It was late afternoon Monday June 8, 1953. As we drive to my grandmother’s I remember seeing a refrigerator in a tree. For an seven year old that didn’t make sense. Her street of old two story homes was now what looked like a messy lumber yard.

There were a few people, some walking, some sitting on the ground, with a daze look in their eyes, rummaging among their damaged possessions looking like the walking dead. The amazing thing was that there was total silence. There was no wind. It was a time when the world stood STILL.

Flint, Michigan