Halibun

Haibun Thinking,  interpretations of the Japanese Haibun, a literary form which explores the relationship between the human experience and nature.

The Prompt I chose:

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ART © Anja Partin – Oh Pithy Me

I once heard you sing. It still is a musical memory I can’t forget.

I was backstage when you came on. They tell me the wait is what made you nervous.

On stage your voice became hoarse and wheezy and you found  it hard to dance.

You had been amazing at Monterrey and even though this night you  were not at your best , you were still better than the rest.

I think it had a lot to do with Southern Comfort. After all, you danced a masochistic tango with the bottle.

A tumultuous love and a fatal dalliance with drugs all because of your feelings of rejection by your friends.

her voice inspires me

never to be heard again

a mercedes benz

Speakeasy #143 — The Red Flower

Rules for Speakeasy #143 are found here:

Hibiscus
“There was a loud crash in the hallway.”

“There was a loud crash in the hallway.” Heikapu thought this was very uncommon in the house that she and Tapuarii shared. It actually was not their house but they lived there when the owners were on business either in Europe or in the U.S. The owners were very rich and seldom stayed there. Instead they would make it available to some of their fancy friends, actually fancy rich friends, or if none of their friends were available Heikapu and Tapuarii lived in it. But very carefully. The owner’s  checked everything when they returned. Heikapu and Tapuarii carefully picked up their dirty sheets, towels, their clothing and carted them back  to their hut. Then the rest of the house was made spotless. The owner’s were scheduled to return tomorrow. This is why the loud noise coming from the hallway frighten her. Tapuarii was out on the ocean fishing for their evening meal.

She tied her long hair up and tucked the red Hibiscus behind her ear. She wondered if Tapuarii knew what the Hibiscus indicated. She thought not. She was brought out of her dream by another loud sound from the hallway. This one much closer than the last. Then the sound of chairs being pushed against the door made her realize that there was someone in the hall and they were barricading her in Tapuarii’s den. A room with no other exit. But why?

And then she smelled the unmistakable. Smoke! Good God, what did these people want from her?

From behind the door a voice demanded “when will he be back”?

“He is out fishing and will not return until later this afternoon, she replied.”

“No, not him. Your husband will not return. He is being taken care of as we speak”

Now she could see the smoke as it drifter into the room. Panic began to sink in.  The kind of panic that is a precursor to death.

“We want the owner, the big boss, not your puny little boyfriend. We know it will be soon as you have cleaned the house and taken your own little cloths and trinkets back to your little shack. You will tell us his arrival time or when he arrives he will find only your burnt body and the bloated body of Tapuarii floating in the sea. The treasures and the land of the big boss will become ours once he has been eliminated. They were ours in the beginning until you took them from us. You took our land and built big beautiful houses on our property. It’s time that they be returned.”

“I do not know when he will return. I swear I don’t. Only Tapuarii knew, and you say you have killed him”

“He IS dead, dear lady. Now it is your turn to Burn.”

As the smoke turned to yellow swirling flames surrounding her she untied the little red flower and placed it in her folded hands. As she surrender to the heat and flames she prayed. “Dear Tapuarii, I was ready, as my little flower will tell you.”

Picture It & Write — Purple Passion

Go to Picture It & Write over at Ermilia blog. Every week they post a picture to inspire a story or poem or whatever.

pretty purple splash

 a taste just for old times sake

one day at a time

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Chain Writing Game — Episode 23

This is something called a Chain Writing Game started by Kerrie Ann Salsac.

“Please give me Helen’s medicine Director Martinez barks”.

Suddenly one of the men who was watching the screen slowing turn to more red dots than green turns and approaches the Director and says “The will not be necessary Director”. Turning to Trixie he says “good work agent Trixie.  You have helped our cause immensely.”

“Thank you esteemed Liu Wei. Ni Zenmeyang?”

“Very well agent Trixie, but please use  English only now.”

Follow the men with the AK47 rifles and they will make sure you are safe.

Chain Writing Game — Week 2 — Episode 8

Kerri Ann Salsac has started a new Chain Writing Game. This is the second week for it.

Different writers work on the same story, Kerrie starts us off and then we go from there with our 100 word additions. Go visit her blog and see how it works and play along!

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“Where to Buddy”, the cab driver inquired.

“2207 Baltimore Avenue”

“But that’s the address of NSA Headquarters”

“Just drive, ok?”

Dennis withdrew his cell phone out of his car but before he could dial two uniformed Secret Agents surrounded the car and ordered him to get out of the cab and on the ground.

“Subject under arrest, heading back to HQ, copy?”

Just then the unmistakable sounds of an AK47 firing sounded and the cab erupted in flames.

Five Sentence Fiction — Moments

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In response to Lille McFerrin Five Sentence Fiction Challenge:

Five Sentence Fiction is about packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist. Each week she will post a one word inspiration, then anyone wishing to participate will write a five sentence story based on the prompt word. Poem written in the American Sentence style.

Story about someone born with one kidney and after many years of dialysis keeps fighting until the end.

Thanks to Bjorn!

Except for the constant soft beating of the machine, it is quiet.

You lay still, never even a twitch,  with that awful thing in your throat.

Few visitors come to see what remains of the  once beautiful you.

Most people are born with two but someone decided you only get one.

Sleep little sister knowing that everything was done for you this day.

Speak Easy #142– “I Don’t Think That’s A Good Idea”

Big Ben UK

He had arrived at Heathrow Airport at 6:45 am. The cab ride to the Park Plaza Westminster Hotel, near Big Ben, had cost him 40 British Pounds. The conference didn’t start until 9:00 am tomorrow so he had made the date will Helen for 8:00 p.m. that night. He had never actually met Helen. She worked in the London branch of his firm and they had similar positions within the company. He knew she was “unattached” to use her words.

He had arrived at the hotel lobby a full half hour early. He had asked her how he would recognize her and she had replied that she would be wearing a red suit with matching slacks. That really set off his imagination.  Maybe he would get “lucky” tonight.

He saw her coming in the swinging doors of the lobby. “Hi, I’m Gary,” he said to her, “You must be Helen!” “Afraid not Bloke, but nice try anyway,” she replied.

Two more tries with the same response. How many women are wearing red pant suits tonight?” he wondered. Perhaps the full moon had something to do with this continuing women wearing red outfits.

From behind him a voice said “Are you Gary?” “I’m Helen.”

He turned. Holy Shit! She was a knockout.

They were escorted to the table he had reserved. The dinner conversation was easy; as if they were old friends just catching up on what they had missed since they last met.

After dinner, and making arrangements to meet tomorrow just before their meeting started, he said “I’ll drop you off at your flat on my way to my hotel.”

Their conversation, as satisfying as before, continued on the cab ride to her apartment. As Gary stopped in front of her flat she stepped out, and after closing the door looked inside the passenger side window and said:

“You coming in?”

“Sure”, Gary said.

“On second thought I don’t think that’s a good idea”.

“Can I at least walk you to your front door?”

“Ok”.

At her door, she said thanks for the dinner, I’ll see you tomorrow.

Was her saying “I don’t think that’s a good idea” meaning just not a good idea tonight? Or not a good idea in general for the rest of the conference, aka, “it’s been fun, but this is where we part ways?”

He didn’t sleep well that night. What should he, or how should he act, when they meet tomorrow? Pretend nothing ever happened? He had to be careful in front of the other employees least suspicion of their relationship became a subject of conversation. Both their careers could be put in jeopardy if this wasn’t handled well.

He arrived a few minutes early for the conference looking for her now that he knew what she looked like.  She wasn’t there when the meeting started promptly at 9:00 am. Not at 10 a.m. either. He was becoming concerned.

At the morning break he asked one of the attendees if they had seen Helen. There was a horrifying look on the mans face as he replied, “I’m afraid she wouldn’t be here at the conference”.

“What, why not?”

“She was found murdered in her apartment early this morning.”

“I was with her last night. Should I seek out the police and talk to them?”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Sir.”

Word count = 554

Speakeasy #142.

This week’s prompts: “I don’t think that’s a good idea.” To be used anywhere in the story. There is also a photo prompt, which can be seen at the top of the post. The challenge: Use 750 words or less to tell a story incorporating those elements in some way.

Lane Departure System Fails

31 10 October 27th 2013

At a robotics conference in Santa Clara, California, Durant Motor Company introduced its first Bus Lane Departure System (BLDS) for use on city buses. The lane departure systems are aimed at warning bus drivers, especially drowsy ones, if their bus wanders out of their lane. A digital camera mounted on the windshield ahead of the rear-view mirror keeps a watch. The system not only causes the steering wheel to vibrate if it senses an unintentional lane departure, it will also steer the bus back into the right lane. A spokesman for Durant Motor Company showed a new dashboard display that his group has developed to help people understand what an autonomous bus is doing and when they might want to take over.

Surveying the crash site where the bus was demolished, State Trooper Leon Stopper said, “They always wondered how hard the BLDS will fight if it misinterprets a driver’s intentional lane change. Looks like round one goes to the BLDS.”

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