Saturday dawned cool and bright. Hubby’s brother arrived during the night to join us.
With stars still in the sky they headed down to the eddy to fish.
I was enjoying a cup of coffee when suddenly the camper began to shake and my cup danced wildly across the table. Before it was done, I grabbed the cup and realized it was an earthquake.
Our camping spot is pretty near the infamous New Madrid Fault, so I was more than a bit concerned. I texted the daughters and soon found that this quake was centered in Oklahoma.
That was a relief!
Saturday afternoon, the ferry had mechanical issues and was stopped on the Kentucky side. I was sitting under our canopy, enjoying life. People would walk over to ask questions, no problem as long as they stayed outside the canopy, but some would not. Walking into my space and giving our camp and equipment a once or twice over. A few seemed to think I should be providing food and drinks. Um, NO!
Lots of traffic had to be diverted. Many travelers spent a few minutes lamenting the fact that GPS routed them to this place at the ‘end of the world’ as the shortest route. It is only the shortest route if the ferry is running. I was rather amazed at the many complaints that came from folks who resented having to wait for the ferry, even when it was running on schedule.
So many did not notice the beauty, glimpse the bald eagles, deer, the beginning hints of autumn color in the trees and so many interesting things going on.
It’s once again time for another exciting episode of Friday Fictioneers. The challenge to write a story in approximately 100 words. Our great hostess is Rochelle, follow this link to read other entries and play along. http://www.inlinkz.com/new/view.php?id=619839
The prompt is a photo by Marie Gail Stratford.
I have to admit, this week the challenge was pretty difficult. But I finally managed to tell my story in exactly 100 words.
Thunk, thunk, the chopper blades rattle, our bird comes in over the street.
“There, Charlie, that’s our target.”
“Ray, can you get down? I don’t have a clear shot.”
Turbulence rocks the chopper as Ray tries to bring us lower between the buildings.
“Charlie, they’re on the move, hurry!”
“A little more, I can’t get it!”
The chopper tilts at an angle.
“I got them, Ray!”
A magazine slaps into place, perfect shot, thumb to automatic, press the trigger!
“Charlie Counts, CRCT, here with a live report on the suspects fleeing down Elm Street.”
It’s Friday once again and time for another great episode of Friday Fictioneers brought to us by a photo prompt from Sandra Cook. For more information and the ‘rules’ you can go here: https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2016/02/17/19-february-2016/
That is also the location to find links to other stories.
“What’s that?” asked Kam.
The object spun and danced in the still air, turning the weak sunlight to sparkling rainbows. A soft shushing sound seemed to come from the center.
“I dunno!” Jacko moved, reaching toward it. The sound louder now, a singing Siren song as he approached.
“Stop! Stop!” Kam tried to yell over the wild music.
“I can get it! I will!” he cried, mesmerized by flashing light
“No!” Kam screamed as Jacko touched the spinning circle.
One touch, Jacko faded into nothingness and Kam stood alone in the oppressive silence.
This is a reminder to myself. Recently I found I have a couple of serious, long term medical conditions. I will be dealing with them the rest of my life. Adjusting my thoughts and attitude is a big part of how that ‘rest of my life’ is going to be. I want to use this little vignette as my future example.
There are two sisters in our community, a bit older than I am and they both have many health issues right now. Both have husbands and families, relatively nice homes and a lot of support. So do I.
Sister One faces her ills head on, fighting all the way, getting out to walk, spending time with people. She will greet you with a smile most days, and rarely ever mentions how she feels or what is going on physically. She nearly always asks what is going on and is enthusiastic or sympathetic or what ever fits the situation. She carries with her an aura of peace, calm and hope.
Sister Two, however, walls herself away, staying home, often not getting up from her recliner except to use the bathroom and eat. On the days she is willing to accept visitors, her only topic of conversation is her last appointment, current treatments and how she feels. And sadly, she does not want to know about anything outside her sphere of misery. This sister radiates fear, sorrow and despair.
I know illness and events can bring a person down. and I know depression is a cruel monster. Seeing these two women, so alike in many ways and yet, facing the same battle so differently, brings this home again.
Let me always remember these ladies, and try to model my actions after Sister One.