#SoCS – Hopeful

First thing you must know is I love you.
I wish for you that the world will always treat you well
and that the sun will shine brightly on all your waking dreams,
and that the moon will hang in the sky for you to pluck out and gift to the one you adore.
I wish for you a long life of pleasure and not too much pain
I wish for your health, your compassion, and your love for those not as fortunate.
I am hopeful that one day you will read these words
and that you will take them to heart.
I wish for you peace, to the very end.


This Stream of Consciousness Saturday post is dedicated to my children. A very happy new year to all three of you, the best sons a mother could have.
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Mom’s going to kill me. She left me alone for one measly weekend. “It’ll be okay!” I said. “I’ll take care of everything. Don’t worry, go have fun!” She’s going to be home in ten minutes and the dog has disappeared. Vanished. One minute he was on his chain in the back yard and the next, he’s just gone. His collar is there, still done up but no dog.

Can she blame me for this? Not if she believes me. But I know what she’s going to say. I staged it to look like some mysterious thing happened to her baby. Her favourite pet of all time. God, she loves that dog more than she loves me.

What the hell am I going to do?

Maybe I’ll disappear, too.

Pretty – #SoCS

He loved her secretly. She was the prettiest girl he’d ever met. Beautiful inside and out. But he had no choice; he couldn’t tell her, or anyone else. His step-mother would be against the match. And no wonder. For she was the daughter of his step-mother’s brother. Almost his cousin, but not quite.

One day, they’d run away together, he thought. When they were older. Maybe when they were teenagers.


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“I don’t wanna eat my vegetals,” said William as he dropped his spoon on the floor.

“William, you know what we talked about. You have to eat your vegetables or else you’re going to get sick,” said Mom.

“You eat vegetals all the time and you get sick sometimes.”

“That’s because I catch it off other people.”

William thought about that for a moment. “Mom, why do people throw vegetals?”

“People don’t throw them. They eat them.”

“But you said you catched vegetals from other people.”

Mom laughed, “Oh, no I catch colds from other people.”

“People throw colds?”

“Yes, William. Something like that, at least.”

“Why don’t you drop the colds like when you don’t catch a ball?”

“I wish it was that easy. Now eat your vegetables, please.”

“But I don’t wanna.”

“William. I told you eat your vegetables. William! Stop throwing your vegetables!”

“But they’re colds! Other people throw colds, why can’t I?”

“They’re not colds! They’re just cold because you’re taking so long to eat them!”

“They’re germy now. Aren’t colds germies?”

Mom sighed. “Yes, William. Yes they are.”

humanity – haiku

for all the beauty
celebrate what we have now
gone in an instant

Hiroshima sunrise

Hiroshima sunrise

Happy Children’s Day

“Happy Children’s Day,” said the mother to her son on Mother’s Day morning.

“What do you mean?” asked the son.

“If I’ve done my job right,” explained the mother, “you will derive more pleasure from spoiling me than I will for being spoiled.”

The son smiled, “You’re right, Mummy! Please enjoy your sardine pancakes. I brought syrup, too!”

Senile – #AtoZ Challenge

It was a Sunday in June when Harold decided to throw everything his daughter owned onto the front lawn, because she wouldn’t clean up her bedroom. That she was a sixty-year-old grandmother herself, didn’t matter to Harold. He’d had enough of, as he put it, “Looking at that pigsty every time he walked past her room.” That he was visiting only for a few hours, also didn’t matter to Harold. In his mind, he was still a middle-aged widower, just trying to raise a young girl on his own.

Author’s Notes:

1. I sat down to write this with nothing in my head except “Harold” and “Sunday.” A perfect example of me not being in control.

2. I have no plans to write Adult Content fiction pieces for this challenge, but it happens, and it’s sometimes beyond my control if I’m to remain authentic to my muse. I will place a warning in the title of those posts which fall under the AC category.