Window Washing

July 8, 2020July 8, 2020Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Funnies, Muse and Flow, Reflections, Writing Tags: 100WordChallenge, Creative writing, Dessert, Flash Fiction, Friday Fictioneers, Just for fun, Kitchen, Making do, Micro-fiction, neighbors, Relationships 55 Comments

Photo prompt @ A. Noni Mouse

Her husband thought she loved to cook, which she did, but not exactly. He thought she liked the cleaning up after, which she did not, or not for the reasons he believed.

She didn’t correct him. It worked right fine for her that he would sigh contentedly after they had finished eating, and then transfer his happy belly to the den to read the paper or watch some TV.

Washing up gave her the perfect place.

Her neighbor, body glistening, exercising in the room he’d made into a gym, its window facing her sink.

She thought of it as dessert.

For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers

Nailed It

July 3, 2020July 3, 2020Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Life and love, Muse and Flow, Reflections, Writing Tags: CCC, Creative writing, Elders, Endurance, Flash Fiction, Making do, Micro-fiction, Old Age, Photo prompt, Repair, Stubborn, Tenacity, Writing prompt 12 Comments

Photo: Crispina Kemp

He could never abide a wiggle.

Not a wriggle. Not a waver. Not the smallest bit of leeway.

Give an inch they’ll want a mile. He was one for nipping any jiggle in the bud.

Sure, the place was old, but it was built a-sturdy, and it stood the test of time. A war. A drought. A famine. Years could lend a touch of wrinkle, but that was no excuse for creaky hinges or a swinging that was anything but right.

Doors should no more need replacing than the people who had built them. Neither ought be done away with when they’re ripe.

So at the very start of wobbling, he cut a bar to measure, took the hammer and the odd-and-ends crate, and firmly nailed the wood across the geriatric slats.

Not unlike the way the surgeon had patched his hip and clinched his femur on to that.

For Crispina’s Crimson’s Creative Challenge

In Their Skin

June 23, 2020Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Life and love, Muse and Flow, Poetry, Reflections, Writing Tags: Creative writing, dVerse, Empowerment, Folklore, Irish, Making do, Past and Future, Poetry, Rhyme, Seal, Selkie, Stolen, Women 23 Comments

Photo: Keith Luke on Unsplash

Eons had passed

Since when they had

Their skins

Stolen

By man.

They learned to love

The life they had

Yet dreams

Cried hope

Aground.

Till secrets told

By men at night

Got heard

And sang

Around.

And off they went

The selkie all

Safe in

Their skin,

Unbound.

For the dVerse poetry challenge: Selkie

By Heart And Hand

May 26, 2020Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Current events, Life and love, Muse and Flow, Photography, Poetry, Reflections, Writing Tags: Allegory, Caring, CFFC, Current events, Desert, Life Lessons, Making do, Nothing is Impossible, Photo Challenge, Poetry, Practical solutions, Science, Water 14 Comments

Photo: Amitai Asif

There is water

For the thirsty

Even

In the desert,

Where heart and hand

Were put to work

With foresight of what

Must be done,

To hold

What would otherwise

Be lost

To shifting sands

And blazing sun.

For Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Manmade

Make It Home

May 9, 2020Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Life and love, Muse and Flow, Photography, Poetry, Reflections, Writing Tags: Adversity, Camping, Creative writing, Finding a way, Home, Homelessness, Making do, Poetry, Shelter, Solutions, Weekend Writing Prompt, Writing Challenge 17 Comments

Photo: Osnat Halperin-Barlev

They strung up the hammock, and called it home.

There was a tent.

There was shade.

There was view.

There was fresh air.

And in the morning, sparkly tears of dew.

It wasn’t much, perhaps.

With a long trek to get water,

And so a lot to learn. Anew.

Still, they made do.

There had been little time to plan,

After they got the letter.

It was pay up, in whole,

Or let the owed sum fetter

Their everything into

Being a forever debtor.

So they packed what they owned

And drove away

With broken hearts and eyes the wetter.

At least here,

Even with no walls

There was shelter.

Which was, already,

Better.

For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Home in 114 words

What Is Allowed

April 14, 2020Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Current events, Life and love, Muse and Flow, Poetry, Reflections, Trauma and Development, Writing Tags: Ban, Challenges, connection, Current events, Flash Fiction, hope, life, love, Making do, Micro-fiction, Poetry, RDP, Writing prompt 8 Comments

Photo: Smadar Halperin-Epshtein

They didn’t know what they could do. What’s left of what they had.

So they rode the day in minute steps, a hand in tender hand.

They sought the light as morning came.

They danced into the night.

Because they knew no ban could

Fully

Take away

What is allowed.

For RDP Tuesday: Ban

Toppers

April 10, 2020Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Life and love, Muse and Flow, Trauma and Development, Writing Tags: Adversity, CCC, Finding a way, Flash Fiction, Inequality, Ingenuity, Making do, Micro-fiction, Photo prompt, Survival, Tenacity, Writing prompt 10 Comments

tall-frames CrispinaKemp

It wasn’t an easy thing for a Bottom-Feeder to achieve Topper status. Most born to the Lower Gradients remained in the dank shadows of the towers, foraging for what could be found.

But Bronson never took the easy route. Not in birth, where his footling position had almost killed his mama and had left him only one usable hand. Not in growing, when he was often the last to be fed and the first to be beaten. Not in young adulthood, when he decided that wit and perseverance would have to do what his physique could not.

He lurked. He flattered. He kept abreast of Toppers’ visits to the LG’s for the vices, and used his nonthreatening appearance to offer guidance, and sometimes, services.

When Lorena’s ankle broke on twisted pavement, he lent a shoulder, led her home, and stayed. Life was better at the Tops, even as a pet.

For Crispina’s Crimson’s Creative Challenge

Never Closed

April 6, 2020Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Current events, Life and love, Muse and Flow, Poetry, Reflections, Writing Tags: Adversity, Creative writing, dVerse, Inn, Making do, Old, Open Heart, Poetry, Quadrille, Shelter, Warmth, Welcome, Writing Challenge 22 Comments

Photo: Lynn Jordan on Unsplash

Shuttered windows did not

Matter,

For all who lacked knew that

The door remained unlatched

The rusty locks, unfastened,

To let the needy enter

And rest their weary heads

Within,

Their huddled warmth

Steadfast in lieu of

Hearth,

Never closed from

The ancient inn.

For the dVerse poetry quadrille challenge: close

Get Connected

March 24, 2020Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Current events, Life and love, Muse and Flow, Photography, Poetry, Reflections, Things Kids Say, Writing Tags: Breathing Space, Connect, Current events, Family, fpj-photo-challenge, Making do, Nature, Outdoors, Photo Challenge, Photography, Poetry, Rhyme, Spring 10 Comments

Photo: Osnat Halperin-Barlev

Walk with me

Into nature

Where the fresh air

Flows through.

Walk with me

As we shelter

Under skies

Me, and you.

Walk with me

Hand in hand

Muddy boots

Flowers, too.

Let us breathe

And connect

With everything

That is true.

For the Tuesday photo challenge: Connect

Color Me Home

March 19, 2020Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Life and love, Muse and Flow, Reflections, Writing Tags: Adversity, Beach, CCC, Flash Fiction, Hiding, Home, Homelessness, Making do, Micro-fiction, Photo prompt, Writing Challenge 9 Comments

It would be the last place anyone would look, and the first thing everyone would see.

It made it perfect.

She always gravitated toward hiding in plain sight. There was equity in the blinding effect of what people learned to not see or did not know could be there in the first place.

How long would it take, she wondered, for her cover to be blown?

The longest had been almost four weeks. The closest call had her discovered before the first patch of paint dried. She’d almost lost everything that day, and the consequences were brutal, but she’d learned from it. As she had from every challenge and obstacle. Even those that were not meant to be instructive.

That was how she rolled. How she wrest back some control.

For now, this box of aqua perched on sand, seasonally emptied of its contents, was home.

The surf a lullaby.

For Crispina’s Crimson’s Creative Challenge

Photo prompt @ A. Noni Mouse

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