Don’t Be Like Bob

Have you heard about what happened to Bob? Bob lost his way and needed help from his G.P.S. 

 

This wasn’t for a frivolous, stupid reason, like texting or clowning around, Bob thought. Surely his reasoning saved him from any risk of trouble.

 

 

Bob’s, and several other people’s, funerals are coming up over the course of the next week.

 

Here we are at week 117 of Three Line Tales . It’s yet another kind of micro~fiction with a photo prompt.

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A Faerie Tale

“You’re taking quite a gamble,” Elzo reminded Ennio. “It’s never a wise move to follow the Pipes of Pan.”

 

“Quite true, Old Bean!” his friend admitted. “It would be wise to beware, while we’re here, all the unicorns, rainbows, and banshees, among other risks.”

 

“That’s true metaphorically too,” the former continued. “Everyone knows that Keats’ ‘La Belle Dame Sans Merci’ wasn’t really just a lovely faerie nymphomaniac, but that she was a symbol of an obsession of his.”

 

“We can relax here for a while and go home better able to deal with life’s unicorns, rainbows, and banshees.”

 

Welcome back yet again to Friday Fictioneers where Rochelle leads us weekly through our hundred~word story. This week her husband Jan W. Fields has supplied the photo prompt.

 

 

The Latest on the Leftist Agenda

The movie “Corpus Christi “is due to be released this June to August. It is a disgusting film set to appear in America later this year which depicts Jesus and his disciples as homosexuals! As a play, this has already been in theaters for a while. It’s called “Corpus Christi” which means “The Body of Christ”. It’s a revolting mockery of our Lord. But we Christians can make a difference.That’s why I am sending this e-mail to you. If you do send this around, we just might be able to prevent this film from being shown in Australia, Canada and America etc. Let’s stand for what we believe and stop the mockery of Jesus Christ our Savior. Where do we stand as Christians? I am forwarding this to all I think will respect and appreciate being informed. Please help us prevent such offenses against our Lord. There is no petition to sign, no time limit, or minimum number of people to send this to.It will take you less than 2 minutes!If you are not interested and do not have the 2 minutes it will take to do this, please don’t complain if God does not seem to have time for you. Imagine what would happen if this film were depicting Mohammad in the same way…the Islamic world would be in  flames!!. Apparently, some regions in Europe have already successfully banned the film All we need is a lot of prayer and a lot of E-mails.JUST GET THE WORD OUT!….Will God be able to find at least 50 righteous people who are willing to express their concern and voice their opinion against this act of blasphemy?

Nostalgia For New Yorkers

New York City In 1911

That One Minor Detail

It was Walpurgis Night.  The Angelus bells at St. Gabriel’s tolled, reminding the villagers that the Moment of Truth had at last arrived.

 

“You understand the tradition, Braithwaite,” Lilith bluntly reminded her nephew.  “The hundred years are up.  Drink one.”

 

 

Each century, on this date, the oldest unmarried Earnshaw man is required to decide which, among these glasses, he will drink from.

 

“Remember, Old Boy,” she continued. “One will render you a madman. One will merely result in the death of someone you don’t know.  The remaining glass is quite harmless and does nothing.”

 

Braithwaite had spent many long, sleepless nights pondering the consequences of his inevitable decision. There was one detail he simply couldn’t understand:  Why was each liquid, in each glass, tilted at such an odd diagonal angle?

 

“It’s quite funny,” he thought, “How one minor detail~or was it minor?~can be so distracting.” All the while he sat motionless, quite mesmerized, wondering what Uncle Basil might have done when his turn arrived. He reached out , at the decisive instant, for a glass.

 

“All is lost no matter what,” he thought. “I shall see you soon, Uncle Basil,” as he took an inevitable sip.

 

Here’s me very first attempt at Sunday Photo Fiction .  Each week we are to write a 200~word (or fewer) story based upon a photo prompt. Mine is 197~words.  Thank Al Forbes for this week’s photograph.

Frindle

Ever the instigator, Larabie couldn’t help wanting to annoy Miz Kitti.

 

“Wow!” he opined, “Those clouds have quite a lot of  dord!”  Trying to act as if she had a clue, his befuddled friend nodded assent.

 

For days at a time he used the word whenever it was appropriate, and she never got it. All the while, she played along, though she was a wreck, wondering how could she not know what it means. 

 

 

For weeks at a time he played the game and his sidekick humored him.  Day after day she politely plotted her vengeance, thinking  “Mbwahahah!!!”

 

 

 

Welcome back yet again to Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers .  Here’s what a Dord is. This week’s photo prompt has been supplied by Douglas M. MacIlroy

 

Cha Cha Cha

“Since we’re stuck up here anyway until further notice,” he asked his new acquaintance, “would you like to dance, my lovely friend?”

 

“Oh, most certainly, kind Sir,” was the enchanting damsel’s delighted reply.

 

“Do please wait a minute,” he complained, “as I retie my shoelaces.”

 

 

Here’s me latest post for 3LineTales.  It’s a short weekly piece based upon a photo prompt.

 

 

 

 

Maltese Carmelites

Brother John and Brother Titus are in charge of organizing tourists’ visits to the Discalced Carmelites’ Church and Priory of the Annunciation.

 

 

People attend Mass and pray the Rosary and Liturgy of the Hours daily with the Friars. Tourists are inevitably smitten with the beautiful Baroque architecture. Visitors often participate in college level courses given by the Carmelite Institute.

 

“Well, John,” Brother Titus stated, “I especially enjoy the fact that people can’t seem to get enough out of our telling them about the abuse we took here during Robespierre’s Reign of Terror, and all our history, theology, and philosophy, in general.”

 

“Yes,” his friend agreed. “After his time here, each guest will go back to his daily life and vocation with a better insight into things. Our vocation’s not for just anyone but it’s really a fine way to live.”

 

The pair listened joyously to the car doors slamming outside.

 

This week’s What Pegman Saw  takes us to Mdina in Malta. When I found out that they have a Carmelite church and priory there, I couldn’t help taking advantage of it.

Foaming At the Mouth

I’ve always been quite a fool for a hot cup of coffee.  Not counting Sanka and Starbuck’s, I’ll drink any other kind.

 

Most days since I’ve been in Long Beach, I can be counted on to go once a day to the Coffee Nut Cafe’ on Park Avenue, to get a cup of coffee. Occasionally I go to Gentle Brew, also on Park Avenue, but since the former is closer, I much more often go there.

 

Lately I restrict my purchases to the less expensive~it’s only two dollars a cup~plain flavored coffee. Whenever I go to Gentle Brew, though, I cheat and get a latte’ or something equivalently intense. I used, until recently, to get the fancy drinks on a regular basis at the Coffee Nut Cafe’ too.

 

For me a large part of the enjoyment of drinks like latte’ is the froth at the top. Maybe I’m a  smidge or two on the eccentric side, but I’ve always quite enjoyed the foam at the top of soda, beer, coffee, and all sorts of other drinks. I’ve so often noticed that most people appear even to recoil in horror from even the risk of touching those bubbles at the top of a drink.

 

When I was in the Knights of Columbus’ Council 794, in Lindenhurst, I occasionally took a turn as a bartender, mostly on Friday nights.  I used always to get into trouble for putting too much of a head on people’s beers. Alas, in my case, it was inevitably because of incompetence but I still can’t understand why that’s always struck people as such a very bad thing somehow.  Am I the only one who gets a kick out of froth?

 

For today’s daily post the one~word prompt is Froth 

 

Naikanlens

Help From Heaven 

 

Feel Purple

 

Pensitivity

 

 

 

 

 

Symbolism

 “That’s funny,” Robert Frost told Emily Dickinson. “I was twelve years old when you died. How can we be together now?”

 

“That’s true,” she conceded, “but this happens every time our author hears Simon and Garfunkel’s ‘Dangling Conversation.’ “

 

“O now I remember,” the former conceded.  “The line: ‘..and you read your Emily Dickinson/and I my Robert Frost’ always has freaked him out.

 

“Language, symbolism in general,” the Belle of Amherst proceeded to explain, “always inspire people. Anyway we only have a short time here. Chuck McCann has recently died so our author will be reminiscing constantly about his childhood.”

 

 

Welcome back yet again to Rochelle’s  weekly Friday Fictioneers, a hundred~word story based upon a photo prompt. This week’s prompt has been supplied by Yardspinnerr