The Slow Cooker

January 26, 2019Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Life and love, Muse and Flow, Reflections, Writing Tags: Change, Determination, Exit, Flash Fiction, Helter-skelter, Micro-fiction, Planning, Weekend Writing Prompt, Writing Challenge, Writing prompt 21 Comments

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It wasn’t going to work.

Didn’t matter. She was going to make it work. Somehow.

She threw a bit of this and that into the pot and set it. She hated that slow cooker from the day he’d given it to her. Nightmare to clean.

Down at the basement, she dug out the red four-wheeler. Dragged it upstairs. Helter-skelter added in clothing, shoes, and what-not. Grabbed her purse. Almost forgot her passport. Searched for it. Panicked. Had he hidden it?

Finally found it in a shoe box. Found money, too. Keys to who knows.

On the way out, she checked the pot. Least she could do is leave a last meal.

For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Helter-Skelter in 111 words

Light Tilt

January 25, 2019Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Life and love, Meditations, Muse and Flow, Photography, Reflections, Writing Tags: A moment in time, Calm, light, Meditation, Micro Poetry, Ocean, Perspective, Photo a Week, Photo Challenge, Poetry, Weekly Photo Challenge, WitsEndChallenge 5 Comments

Photo: Na’ama Yehuda

Tilt the world.

Let the ocean,

Pour

Itself

Into your heart

In molten

Light.

For the Wits End Weekly Photo Challenge: Interesting Light

Farther

January 24, 2019Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Life and love, Meditations, Muse and Flow, Photography, Reflections, Writing Tags: Birds, Black and White, CB&W, Distance, encouragement, Evening, Flight, Perspective, Photo Challenge, Photo prompt, Photography, Poetry 4 Comments

Photo: Chagit Moriah-Gibor

Stretch above

To where the flapping

Propels you farther

On the breeze.

From there to see

The light retreating

Over Earth’s curve

At day’s reprieve.

For Cee’s Black & White Photo challenge: In the distance

Bones of Monsters

January 24, 2019Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Life and love, Muse and Flow, Reflections, Writing Tags: 3LineTales, As above so below, Briefly, Fantasy, Just for fun, Mermaid, Micro Poetry, Micro-fiction, Night sky, Perspective, Poetry 3 Comments

Photo: Sam Loyd via Unsplash

When she rose from the depths to where the world mirrored dark, she observed the bones of monsters no one disposed of, and the hulks of others poised to glean the phosphorescent plankton from the indigo above.

For Three Line Tales #156

Scouts Honor

January 23, 2019Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Life and love, Muse and Flow, Reflections, Writing Tags: 100WordChallenge, Flash Fiction, Friday Fictioneers, Magician, Micro-fiction, Photo prompt, Surprise, Unexpected, Woods, Writing Challenge 51 Comments

Photo: © Ted Strutz

“Where exactly does your uncle live?”

“You’ll see.”

I narrowed my eyes. Larry relished building tension. Perhaps mandatory in magicians, but guaranteed to annoy offstage!

“This better not be a trick!” I warned.

“It’s not,” he responded. “Scouts honor.”

“You’ve been kicked out of Scouts.”

He laughed.

We traipsed through deserted woods. No house anywhere. Not even a cabin. Just scraggly trees, weeds, and a spooky car wreck. Larry made for the latter.

I followed warily, smelling trickery.

“Here,” he reached under the hood, pressed something, unveiled stairs. “Ta-da! Uncle’s Red’s subterranean house!”

For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers

Light And Shed

January 22, 2019Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Life and love, Muse and Flow, Photography, Reflections, Writing Tags: Cuba, dVerse, Farming, Field, Growth, New life, Old and New, Photography, Poetry, Shed, Writing prompt 25 Comments

Photo: Inbar Asif

Old it stretched

Brooding shade

O’er neat furrows made,

Watching new rows reborn

And the greens

Field adorn,

Growing tall, rising now

Making lush, anyhow.

For the dVerse Poets Challenge: Shed

Bank On Peace

January 22, 2019Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Life and love, Meditations, Muse and Flow, Photography, Reflections, Writing Tags: Bank, Calm, Flow, fpj-photo-challenge, Meditation, Photo Challenge, Photo prompt, Photography, Poetry, relaxing, River, Take a moment 21 Comments

Photo: Osnat Halperin-Barlev

If nothing else

You can bank

On some peace

Come day’s end.

On a breath

By the water

When a ripple

Extends.

On a sigh

Of the chest

Born of awe

Seeped with ease.

You can count

On some peace

Come day’s end.

Me, too, please.

For the Tuesday Photo Challenge: Bank

Chim-Chimney

January 21, 2019Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Life and love, Muse and Flow, Photography, Reflections, Writing Tags: Chimney, Greece, Old and New, Past and Future, PFTW, Photo a Week, Photo Challenge, Photography, Poetry, Roof, Timeless 4 Comments

Photo: Inbar Asif

Old slate well licked by lichen

And marbled

With moss,

Recalls clouds swirling

High

To kiss sky

With their smoke.

Jagged edges

Of years spent in

Rain, sun

And wind,

Hold with pride

To a chimney

That time hasn’t

Yet thinned.

For The Photo for the Week Challenge: chimneys and fireplaces

The Tree

January 20, 2019January 20, 2019Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Current events, Life and love, Memoriam, Muse and Flow, Photography, Reflections, Writing Tags: Grief, Home, hope, Loss, No More War, Patience, Photo Challenge, Photo prompt, Poetry, PTSD, Sunday Trees, Tree, Waiting, War 16 Comments

Photo: Amitai Asif

“I will wait by the tree,”

She had said.

“At the fork where

The road

Meets the lush, green

Horizon.”

Wait she did,

Day again and again

And a month, and another.

Wait until they had come

Trudging home

From the war,

Wearing smiles, but

Carrying the weight

Of their sorrows

Around them.

For Becca Givens’ Sunday Trees

Radium Springs Roulette

January 20, 2019January 20, 2019Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Life and love, Muse and Flow, Reflections, Writing Tags: Childhood memories, Denial, Family, Flash Fiction, Gambling, Micro-fiction, Radium Springs, Secrets, Weekend Writing Prompt, What Pegman Saw, Writing Challenge 29 Comments

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“Well then,” Mom exclaimed.

She was going over Poppa’s papers while I boxed seemingly endless books.

I looked up. There was an album in her lap, black pages empty but for an old postcard.

“He denied it when I’d said he’d taken me there,” Mom whispered. “I was young and believed him, but my heart knew all the same.”

I shook my head. Poppa was as straight-laced as they came.

“He gambled,” she explained. “A salesman meant frequent traveling. He used it to hide visits to casinos.”

She fingered the card. “Radium Springs Casino. I knew I hadn’t dreamed this place. The deep blue water wove tightly with the wheel.”

I gazed at the memento. At my mom.

“I was not-yet-four,” she sighed. “Thomas was just born and Dad took me to ‘work’ so Mom could rest. He played the roulette. … Perhaps his keeping of the card was another gamble.”

For What Pegman Saw: Radium Springs, GA