Wednesday Wiseness: But don’t give me leftovers

Hand-me-down a tattered shirt, but don’t give me clothed ego

Hand-me-down a game of scrabble, but don’t give me a black vs. white checkers board

Hand-me-down a stuffed toy, but don’t give me frail humanity

Hand-me-down a soothing song, but don’t give me a tune gone wrong

Hand-me-down a cautious word, but don’t give me a fickle sigh

Hand-me-down a solemn tear, but don’t give me an envious smirk

Hand-me-down a dream, but don’t give me an unfinished memory

Hand-me-down a recipe for love, but don’t give me a leftover heart



Daily Post: Clothes and toys, recipes and jokes, advice and prejudice: we all have to handle all sorts of hand-me-downs every day. Tell us about some of the meaningful hand-me-downs in your life.

Wednesday Wiseness: Journey from simple to not-so-simple

Life is a lot of things when you are a child.

Happiness is an ice cream cone.

Pain is a bruised knee.

Sadness is when a friend ignores you in school.

Fear is the dark of the night.

Hope is just a fancy word.

Adventure is rescuing a lost puppy.

Love is a mother’s cuddle, a father’s hug.

Loss is a misplaced toy.

Life is also a lot of things when you are an adult.

Happiness is an endless search. Even though you now own an ice-cream shop.

Pain is a bruised heart.

Sadness is when you can’t remember the last time you spoke to a friend

Fear is the dark of your mind.

Hope is everything.

Adventure is watching a rescue mission on television.

Love is family. And money.

Loss is a misplaced soul.


Daily Prompt:

Adult Visions : As a kid, you must have imagined what it was like to be an adult. Now that you’re a grownup (or becoming one), how far off was your idea of adult life?

Short story: When the Bird met the Fish….

From Anatevka (Fiddler on the Roof) : “A bird may love a fish but where can they make a home together?”

They met for the first time on a hot, humid evening in June. “Maybe we can meet at that new rooftop restaurant?” asked the boy over the phone.  Their parents had officially met a week ago and now it was their turn.

“Sure”, she answered. “Who in his right mind would meet a girl outdoors in such hot weather!” was what she really meant to say.

He walked up to where the long-haired beauty was sitting, gazing at the polluted sky. His heart was racing, hers was sedated. “I hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long”. She looked up and gave him a forced smile.

“So my mother is really fond of you. She was raving about you all day.” said the boy.

“And why is that?”

“She thinks you and I are a perfect catch..I mean match!” He turned red quicker than a teenager falling down in front of his class.

“Mind if I smoke?” She took out a dun-hill light from her purse without waiting for his response. “So what exactly do you do for a living?” She blew a big puff of smoke and watched it blend into the air.

“Oh, I am a bank manager. Customer Services to be exact”. He kept rubbing his fingers, like he was trying to wipe off something. His thin bony fingers reminded her of skeletons in an Indiana Jones movie.

“I always thought bankers were so boring.”

He waited for her to add a “but” in the sentence, but it never came. Trying to hide his increased discomfort, he laughed in a squeaky voice and tried to change the subject. “I’ve seen your paintings. They are extraordinary. I painted once in my arts class in elementary school. I was diagnosed with chronic art-pain.”

“I think they have medicine for that.” She actually smiled. His heart skipped a beat. Hers was gradually awakening from slumber.

“Would you like to eat something, or drink?” he asked.

“I thought you’d never ask. I am starving.” She finally looked at him straight in the eye. “You want me to order?”

“Sure! Deciding from a menu card is almost as intimidating as meeting a girl for the first time.” He couldn’t take his eyes off her big, hazel eyes. “I’ll have anything in vegetarian.”

She ordered a double beef burger with cheese and he settled for a Caesar salad with extra croutons.

“Do you like to travel?” asked the girl.

“I get sea-sick, air-sick, car-sick and sometimes walk-sick too.” Color drained from his face. He had thought of a different answer at home. “Oh but I am a good swimmer. No puking there!” he added, trying to save face.

She laughed. A deep-set, liberating laugh that could force a butterfly out of its chrysalis way before time. A laugh you wouldn’t want to miss for the world.

“I never learned how to swim.” Her eyes betrayed fear. “Water can be cruel you know.”

He wanted to ask more, but felt intrusive. “But I take it you travel a lot?”

“I practically live in my car. And if not that then I am in the air, flying from one random destination to another,” she stopped to tie up loose hair into a pony tail, “Being an artist has its perks you know”, she winked.

The food arrived. She ate with complete abandon. She didn’t flinch when her lips gave the biggest hug to the plump patty and mayo spilled from the sides and on her chin. He had never seen a messy eater look so beautiful before. He almost forgot to take a bite of his salad. Food was never a top contender for him.

After almost ten minutes of faint chewing sounds and an occasional moan of pleasure, she finally spoke. “How do you feel about children?”

His fork stopped midway. “I love kids! I happen to be the favorite uncle of five nephews and nieces.” He was sure he had her on this one. What girl could resist that?

“Children are fun as long as they aren’t your own,” she answered in between sips of lemonade, “I think it’s the hardest job in the world!”

She will change her mind. He was sure.

He was right. She did change her mind. After forty years together with three children and seven grandchildren,  she still thought bankers were boring as hell. And that is why he was now a successful businessman. She still couldn’t resist a good beef burger and he learned to enjoy food. He finally convinced her to stop smoking. The only transport he didn’t puke on was a hot air balloon, so they spent many hours flying together. And she learned deep-sea diving.

The fish and the bird, were indeed quite the catch.


Write a post based on the contrast between two things — whether people, objects, emotions, places, or something else. Today’s twist: write your post in the form of a dialogue.


Serves you right! (100 word short-story)

Rob hated his God forsaken life. “What else do you expect from a blind, forty-year old, trash collector?” He shouted at the sky, spurting spit all over his face. “This world will end, but these baboons will never learn to throw their shit where it belongs!” He felt paper rustling beneath his feet and caught it with a trash grabber. Unlike his usual way of crumpling up paper, he spent extra time ripping the winning million dollar lottery ticket to pieces.

“Serves you right!” Rob had a habit of talking to trash. He limped on with a big grin.


Writing 101 challenge day 5 prompt:

You stumble upon a random letter on the path. You read it. It affects you deeply, and you wish it could be returned to the person to which it’s addressed. Write a story about this encounter.

Today’s twist: Approach this post in as few words as possible.