ID Please

RDP Monday: Nocturnal

Nocturnal Landscape
Undated
George Winter

Once upon a time, just after the first day of school elementary school kids used to bring home order forms for little metal ID bracelets.

The bracelets listed your name and address and phone number and even your religion. They were simple, basic. They were dog tags for your arm.

The kids who wore those bracelets were years and years away from having ID cards or driver’s licenses so those little bracelets were kind of cool, they made you official. They told people who we were and where we belonged.

Some of the bracelets put supplemental information on the side that rubbed against your wrist- I don’t remember what went on the flipside . I think there was a space on the back to list allergies and medical conditions- but I didn’t have those issues so I’m not sure where that info went. It would have been stupid to put them on the side of the bracelet that would get worn away in a couple of months, but this was the late 60’s and early 70’s so it’s possible.

However, I think if my Mom had been a good sport ( she’s not exactly known for her cutting edge sense of humor ) she would have handed off my ID Bracelet form to my Grandpa Bert ( who did have a sense of humor ) and I could have gotten him to have something engraved like:

:: Allergic to Silver and Garlic::

Yeah. It almost makes me wish my kids had worn those bracelets because I am pretty much my Grandpa Bert’s granddaughter and I could have had fun with that.

 

A Scary Thought or Two- or Three

WP Daily Prompt: What makes you nervous?

Artist: Stefan Koidl

What if there is only room Universe for positive vibes and what if there isn’t room for dusk, for twilight but only golden sun kissed mornings?

What if the darkness isn’t meant to just be chased away but stomped away buried and cast away branded ,chained and kept at bay, tortured and alone.

What if you can only belong if you nail a sign to your forehead, to your chest,  stand in a crowd and shout ‘ hey look at me, here I am!’

There are things that worry me, that make me nervous and these things worry me the most of all.

The Cemetery Friend

Sunday Poser, Sadje wants to know…

Are you comfortable giving free professional advice?

 

AI Artwork By: Pumpkin Empress

Well.

Nowadays I work as a warehouse manager, so no I don’t give advice because if someone packs something or ships something and it doesn’t get there in one piece or it gets slowed down in transit I get the call and I have to talk people off the ledge  and for real- THAT IS NOT MY JOB.

In my past life I worked in the Funeral Industry and I give some advice and the only down side is, sometimes I only hear from these people afterwards if someone else has died. Or if they are depressed.

But I go from being a daytime friend to a cemetery friend.

I’m a little more flexiable and accepting of that new status.

Where Is It?

William Frederick Yeames, A Visit to the Haunted Chamber; 1869

What is haunting this chamber?

A memory? A faceless ghost?

Once upon a time did someone die in this room and as the bugs and tears fell on their face, did they know they had died? Or are they feeling just t tired to wake get out of bed at this exact moment?

Someone is haunting that room and I can’t figure out why the women are looking up when they should be looking down because I am thinking that there is something hiding under the bed.

 

For Prompt: Magnifying Conflict