Category Archives: Bus Stop Stories

The Bludgeoning Sky

via Daily Prompt: Bludgeon Bludgeon.  Sounds like a stew you might eat, or an old-fashioned death.  When savages were savages who didn’t know the art of killing.  Rhymes with dungeon, curmudgeon or maybe even illusion.  Like the one you have … Continue reading

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The Raining Sun

Cold this morning, especially earlier in bedroom.   Too lazy to get the comforter out or another blanket– there was no blanket– laundry backup.   In the dark I rummaged in the linen closet for something—  a duvet cover and threw it … Continue reading

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The Dilemma of Dismay

via Daily Prompt: Dilemma Dilemma.  Sounds like a nineteenth century word, to describe a feeling you might have, at the prospect of tea with the wrong person, wearing the wrong kind of hat, whose gloves are slightly soiled at the … Continue reading

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Panic Street

via Daily Prompt: Panic Read the news or don’t read the news. There’s panic in the air.  Shootings, shootings, shootings.  On the streets.  In malls, movies, churches. Little dead things in the garage.  Tiny pink with bulging blue eyes like … Continue reading

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Bacon and the Bed of Roses

Running late again.  What’s new?  I always make it on time, a little less for wear.  About a block from the bus stop I smell the delicious scent of bacon frying or maybe already on someone’s fork hovering before their … Continue reading

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The Old Willow Tree

“Am I a butterfly dreaming that I am a man, or am I a man dreaming that I am a butterfly?” As preposterous as it seems many of us know this is true, waking up and looking at our funny … Continue reading

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Like A Thousand Souls Falling

  I want the spring but can’t help noticing how lovely the snow is coming…like twirling pieces of confetti, a thousand souls gently falling.  Perhaps they will water my spring flowers. If you feel despair as you sometimes do before … Continue reading

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