A Slice Of The Big Apple

March 8, 2020Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Good stuff!, Life and love, Muse and Flow, Photography, Reflections, Writing Tags: Apple, Delicious, Iconic, Just for fun, New York City, Photo Challenge, Snack, Sunday Stills, Symbol, The Big Apple, Yummy 16 Comments

Sliced apples

Sometimes the core of the issue

Can find growth in the yard

But the meat of the matter

Is what you must not discard …

Note: New York State is known for its apples. Also, New York City is called “The Big Apple” … with multitudes of people wanting to have a slice of that apple for themselves … So, though the photo may not be the ‘traditional’ way of portraying the ‘apple-appeal’ of the City, I’d like to think you’d agree that at the very least it shows it in a very digestible manner … 🙂

For the Sunday Stills photo challenge: State/City symbols

Them Poor Bushes

March 6, 2020Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Funnies, Life and love, Muse and Flow, Poetry, Professional Development, Reflections, Writing Tags: Choices, Creative writing, Decisions, Figure, Indecision, Just because, Just for fun, Rhyme, Social Skills, SoCS, Stream of Consciousness, Working together 4 Comments

Photo: Burst on Unsplash

She figures it would be okay.

She figures it would do.

She’ll find her schedule and get back,

Within a month or two.

She figures she could do the task.

She figures it is fine.

She’d done a thing like that before,

Not quite, but in outline.

Still, she figures it a breeze.

She figures she’d succeed.

Even when history, at best,

Is wondering if indeed.

She figures this, she figures that

In neutral all her wheels,

And it becomes impossible

To not begin to feel,

That maybe it’d be easier

To let them bushes be

They’re beat from hedging here and there

And wishing they could flee!

Note: This was really just for fun and isn’t about (ahem) anyone … So similarity to any individual is (sort of) coincidental … 😉 Dedicated to all the ‘he’ and ‘she’ and ‘you’ and ‘they,’ who won’t say yea and won’t say nay, and leave us all in limbo every day …

For Linda Hill’s SoCS challenge: figure

Cupped

March 3, 2020Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Life and love, Muse and Flow, Photography, Reflections, Writing Tags: CFFC, Cups, Just for fun, Micro Poetry, Mugs, Options, Photo Challenge, Photography, Shopping, Tea, travel 12 Comments

Photo: Smadar Halperin-Epshtein

If you’re looking for a cuppa’

Look no furtha’

Than this shop’s

Myriad options for a drop!

For Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Glasses, Cups, etc

Another Woman’s Treasure

March 3, 2020Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Funnies, Life and love, Muse and Flow, Photography, Poetry, Reflections, Writing Tags: Folk song, fpj-photo-challenge, Junk, Just for fun, Making do, Nursery Rhyme, Photo Challenge, Photography, Poetry, Rhyme, Treasure, Upcycle 17 Comments

Photo: Inbar Asif

There’s a hole in that kettle …

I don’t care, don’t throw it.

There’s a hole it that kettle —

This junk won’t make tea.

I don’t care if it’s holey

That pretty, red kettle,

I don’t care if it’s holey

It’s perfect for me! …

(Yeah, if you noted a bit of reverberation, this is very loosely based on “There’s a hole in the bucket” children’s folk song … ;))

For the Tuesday Photo Challenge: Junk

Against The Flow

February 28, 2020Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Life and love, Muse and Flow, Reflections, Writing Tags: CCC, Flash Fiction, Flow, Job satisfaction, Just for fun, Micro-fiction, Mistake, Supervisor, Work, Writing Challenge, Writing prompt 16 Comments

CCC #68

“This won’t do,” Marc shook his hard-hatted head and lifted the dreaded red marker to the clipboard.

Nicholas scratched under his own protective gear in effort to control his irritation. Marc’s been insufferable ever since he’d been promoted, parading with his supervisor’s paraphernalia as if it made him a demigod. For the millionth time, Nicholas wondered whether Bob The Builder — their blue coveralls donning boss — had assigned him to Marc’s team just to get back at him for the moniker. As if it was Nicholas’s fault that the man fit the cartoon character to a T.

“How come not?” he managed when the silence lingered.

“The arrow,” Marc pointed the board across the water.

“What about the arrow?!” Nicholas snarled. He almost fell, painting the darn thing while standing in a dingy.

“Pointing the wrong way,” Marc smirked in evident satisfaction. “Won’t do to go against the flow, you know.”

For Crispina’s Crimson’s Creative Challenge #68

Yards of Yard

February 25, 2020Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Life and love, Muse and Flow, Photography, Poetry, Reflections, Things Kids Say, Writing Tags: Backyard, Childhood, delight, Family, fpj-photo-challenge, Just for fun, Perfection, Photo Challenge, play, Poetry, travel, Yard 4 Comments

Photo: Smadar Halperin-Epshtein

They looked outside the window into

Yards and yards of yard,

And knew this house will be one where

All play will thrive unmarred.

The world that spread

For miles ahead

A guard for

Childhood’s boulevard.

For the Tuesday Photo Challenge: Yard

The Joneses

January 31, 2020Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Funnies, Life and love, Muse and Flow, Reflections, Writing Tags: bargaining, CCC, Fads, Flash Fiction, Just for fun, Micro-fiction, neighbors, Photo prompt, Relationships, Science Fiction, The Jonseses 16 Comments

“Did you see what the Joneses got?” Marco gazed out the window.

“Don’t tell me you are falling for this nonsense!”

Marco swallowed a retort. His wife often yelled first and considered second. Getting into an argument in ‘phase one’ only delayed (or destroyed any possibility for) ‘phase two.’

“So?” her hands left wrinkled wet spots on her kitchen apron.

“I’m considering it,” he allowed. Silence tended to increase her ire.

“And for what Godawful blasted reason?”

He shrugged and tried for his one-sided smile. It used to work like magic in the past. Still did, sporadically. Worth a try.

The corners of her eyebrows shifted slightly away from each other. Good or bad, he wasn’t sure, but it was now or never.

“We could tie our Blimp to it, Dear. It is all the rage to have one’s own anchor. Makes it so much easier to unload the groceries.”

For Crispina’s Crimson’s Creative Challenge #64

Owning It!

January 27, 2020January 27, 2020Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Funnies, Life and love, Muse and Flow, Reflections, Writing Tags: Business, Confidence, Creative writing, Flash Fiction, Just for fun, Kreative Kue, Micro-fiction, Photo prompt, Self-awareness, Taxi, Unusual 9 Comments

Photo: Keith Kreates

She was owning it.

In a city packed with cars for hire, she always got a second look from other drivers and passersby. Not always the business, mind you, but a second look. And … that meant they remembered her the next time they needed a car.

Not that everyone dialed for hers.

I could see how it would require a certain level of self-confidence to not be unsettled by being seen entering or emerging from her vehicle.

“Which is fine by me,” she chuckled. “Weeds out the weirdos and overly judgemental. I don’t need them in my ride.”

Her phone rang.

“Moron Taxi,” she answered cheerfully, “where and how far?”

For Keith’s Kreative Kue #247

Darn Yarn – Take #2

January 26, 2020Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Funnies, Life and love, Muse and Flow, Reflections, Writing Tags: Alpaca, CCC, Flash Fiction, Fleece, Just because, Just for fun, Micro-fiction, Personification, Perspective, Point of View, Worship 5 Comments

(You aren’t seeing double, this is a second helping for Crispina’s latest Crimson’s Creative Challenge – jotted in response to Shona, who wrote in the comments to my first attempt: “And there’s your next prompt — to have the alpaca speaking!…” And I thought to myself, Oh, how fun, let’s! So, here it is, Shona — this one is for you …)

She never did like the whole thready business. The fascination the two-legged had with locks of her hair.

Yet there they were, shearing it, bathing it, pulling it through nails, spinning it into thin ropes lacking any fluffiness, hanging it on sticks they cluck together to make some form of net to then cloak themselves with and strut about in, reverently wearing what had been atop her skin.

It’s quite uncanny. Then again, they do seem to worship everything about her: They house her. Feed her. Protect her. Cater to her (almost) every whim. They openly fawn over her offspring (not that she could blame them that particularity — the young ones do pull on one’s heart-strings).

Odd beings, are the two-legged, in how they wrap something else’s hair around their bodies, bizarrely mesmerized by fleece.

Then again, perhaps in their nakedness, all they can do is have her reign supreme.

Dogged Dobbie

January 20, 2020January 20, 2020Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Funnies, Life and love, Muse and Flow, Reflections, Writing Tags: Appetite, Creative writing, Flash Fiction, friends, Just for fun, Kreative Kue, Micro-fiction, Personification, Pets, Photo prompt, Silly, Trouble 10 Comments

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Photo: Keith Kreates

“What’s he doing?”

Martha shrugged.

“What’s in there?”

She tilted her head at him, and he demurred. She was clearly occupied. She had a bone to pick and he knew that if he pushed her with one more question she’d snap his head off. Or try.

He wasn’t going to let her try.

He moved closer to his friend.

“Dobbie?” he asked the headless figure. Did she snap his head off already? No, there was a tail wag. He didn’t think Dobbie would wag his tail if he didn’t have a head. He’d be too sad. No sniff. No lick. No yum.

“What’d’ya doin’ in there?”

The tail paused, then gave a halfhearted, one-sided sway. A sign?

“You stuck?”

Hesitant then enthusiastic wag.

“How’d you get stuck there?”

There was probably no way to wag an answer to that. Not to mention that Dobbie found a way to get stuck just about anyplace. Between the legs of a chair. Under the bed. With a garbage bin over his head. …

Max sniffed. There had to have been some food up there. Dobbie never could resist anything gobbleable. Max sniffed again. Traces. It’d be all gone by the time Dobbie realized he should’ve planned a way out before he stuck his head in.

Dobbie’s tail wagged in half-regret, half-plea.

Max sighed.

“Hold on, Dobbie! I’ll get Com’eer!”

For Keith’s Kreative Kue #246