Hard At Work

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Original Photo: Osnat Halperin-Barlev

 

Climb the mountainous

Martian landscape,

Big wheels strong

In the sandbox.

Come and rescue

The poor shovel,

Buried amidst alien

Rocks.

 

 

For Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: Plastic

 

Creative Seating

Transportation alternatives TrainRide DvoraFreedman

Photo: Dvora Freedman

 

If all train seats are taken

And the ride is still long

Why not pull out a beach chair

You happen to bring along

And with paper at hand

Lounge like where you belong?

 

For Kammie’s Oddball Photo Challenge

 

Home Unlikely Home

Accessorize AtaraKatz

Photo: Atara Katz

 

A pot, a plate, a shelf, a hook.

A bed on wheels, food in a nook.

Unlikely home, perhaps, but look

At least you’ve got a place to cook!

 

 

For The Photo Challenge

Experimentalist

target practice belly style

Photo: Smadar Halperin-Epshtein

 

If the distance’s too far

And the winning too tempting

There is always the tummy

To improve odds

Of aiming.

 

 

For The Photo Challenge

“Just a Little Bit of Crumbs”

 

It was a few minutes before dinner.

He wanted a cookie.

His mother said the timing wasn’t great. He’ll have to wait. Can get one for dessert.

He frowned. His lips turned down in a pout but puckered in consideration as his eyes inspected the contents of the transparent cookie jar.

“But maybe I can taste it now,” he bargained. “Just a teeny tiny cookie, like this,” he pointed to a broken piece at the bottom of the jar. “You see, Mama? Just a little bit of crumbs …”

 

 

 

For The Daily Post

Make My Bitter Better

chocolate eggs

candy dish: theartofdoingstuff.com

 

“I think I need three chocolates,” she noted after assessing the contents of the candy bowl.

“How come?” I smiled. She knew she was allowed one candy, and the ever so slight emphasis on the word need was expertly done.

“Well …” she paused, little brain wheels hastily cobbling up a good-enough rationale. Her eyes brightened, “… because I even had pepper for lunch when it was before … and … more chocolate is going to make my bitter better.”

 

 

For The Daily Post

 

“They did it!”

Goldfish

 

“It wasn’t me!”

The potbellied cookie-jar was stranded sideways on the kitchen floor amidst small mountains of spilled cookies in various states of broken. The jar’s lid wobbled under a chair a few feet away.

I looked at the small face, cherubic auburn curls surrounding dimpled cheeks. The forcefulness of the denial belied the crumbs around the lips, the sticky hands, the guilty blue-gray eyes.

“It wasn’t, eh?” I worked to keep my eyebrows in line.

The preschooler squirmed but didn’t fold. She shook her head emphatically, looked around, and tapped her lower lip with a (suspiciously chocolatey) finger.

An idea dawned into her face and she pointed said finger at the aquarium where three goldfish lazed. “They did it!”

My eyebrows escaped. “The fish?!”

A wholehearted nod. She was warming to the thought. “Yeah! They don’t like fish food every day every day anymore … and … and … it the fish birthday …” she swung her finger from one idle swimmer to the next. “Um, this one! See? He didn’t even want fish food for his birthday!”

 

(Thank you, A.J.!)

For The Daily Post