It Feels Like Rain

RDP Thursday: LIQUID

Photo A.M. Moscoso

” It feels like rain today. ” I heard someone behind me say.

I was arranging the flowers at my Nan’s grave and as I worked I minded my graveyard manners and I didn’t turn around. I didn’t look up. I let the conversation behind me flow around me and passed me.

” Do you think so? I can’t feel a thing when the weather goes bad. I do get little twinges in my hands before it snows. ”

I stood up, I gathered up some scraps of faded ribbon and dusted my knees off.

I kept my eyes down and when I turned around I saw that I was alone.

” I’m telling you, ” I heard a muffled voice coming from my left , from below my feet. ” It’s going to rain. I can feel it in my bones. “


This was a real challenge- well played Daily Prompter! How would you describe yourself to someone who can’t see you?

Photographer Unknown

Do you know that feeling you get

when you are walking down a flight of stairs

and you’ve counted those stairs, and you know what they sound like  and feel like

when you set your weight on one and take your weight off the other

but this time when you put your foot forward

that stair that you know so well

is slightly off and for a minute you think it’s not there

but it is there

it’s just  wrong now and something isn’t right about it but it’s there like it should be

but you know, in your bones that it’s there but there’s something wrong with it.


That’s what I look like.

Thanks For That One Mr. Blackwood


Pumpkin Empress-AI

Last weekend I spent my time catching up on my reading. Presently I’m reading a collection of short stories by Algernon Blackwood and I’m almost finished with one called  ” The Wendigo. ”

I’ve come to the part when the Wendigo passes over the sleeping hunters and they react to it’s smell, but they don’t wake up.  That really creeps me out and that’s where I stopped reading for the night. 

This is what happened that night:

It’s been warm and I’ve had the fan on low in my bedroom to move the air around at night to freshen things up a bit.

I was fast asleep when this little puff of air sort of drifted across my face and rested on my cheek and just over my eye and I’ll bet you thought I was going to say I woke up screaming.

HA! I did not.

I woke up thinking to not make a sound- whatever I do- don’t make a sound.

After a few seconds I did. Of course I did.

Ask anyone living within a square mile of me.