Let’s See What We Have Here

Since we have been in lockdown, I haven’t been going out and filling that creative well I visit before I write.

So I have taken to looking at artwork and as I do I listen to music and it actually works. I am inspired!

I would like to share these two works and the music that fired me up.

I will leave it to your imaginations to decide how such two different expressions and two totally different mediums lit my brain up like the an epic fireworks show on the 4th of July:

Artist, Jane Patterson

Great Temple of Ramses II. First room with eight statues of Ramses II as the god Osiris. Abu Simbel.

This was the music video I had running-


I know, it’s all random but I think that’s what works for me.

anita marie

The Little Ghost

Word of the Day Challenge: Hiding

Bo Fransson, Watercolor

When I was little, I used to like to play hide and seek.

I never  in things, or under things- I used to hide up in the trees, on a roof, somewhere up high.

Then I could watch the game.

I could see people running for ‘base’ I saw them being found, I watched them moving from one hiding spot to another- which I thought was cheating. But really it did take nerve because if you got caught you could get tagged and you were it.

From my perch I could watch the efforts to find me-

sometimes I’d see people looking in cars, knocking on doors and asking a neighbor if I was hiding in their house.  Sometimes I’d hear wild theories about how I might be hiding in that refrigerator in the alley that we were supposed to stay away from, or maybe I got kidnaped or maybe I went home or maybe ANITA WAS LOST.

Sometimes they gave up on me and the game went on.

Sometimes I would drop down and run for base.

Sometimes I’d go to the corner store and buy some candy and go back up my tree.

Once I was up there watching the game roll on below me and I thought all I had to do was cough or sneeze or say’ hey ‘ or ‘look out below’ and someone would see me and I’d be back in the game.

I’d be back in the thick of it, just be a kid playing hide and seek- but really what I liked was the feeling of being there, but not there. I felt like a ghost just waiting for the right time to say ‘boo’ and the beauty of it was I never felt the rush to do that.

Which probably explains why I loved to play hide and seek so much.

It was a game for one little kid who would grow up to be a ghost one day.

The Last House In Kinlin

Word of the Day Challenge: Phantasm

Photo by zoe koskinioti on Pexels.com

There is only one house left in Kinlin.

It used to have numbers above it’s door and a mailbox at the end of the driveway. It has locks on it’s windows but not on it’s doors and when it snows or when it rains the floor boards creak and snap like an old man’s bones on a brutally cold winter day.

The roads into Kinlin are buried under dust and sand and grit and when the crows fly by Kinlin they never land there. They  call out ” caw caw” and   ‘tock tock’ to each other and they fly as hard as they can away from the town that isn’t there anymore.

You can drive by Kinlin and see the house for yourself and you can look for the town that isn’t there and you can wonder, like the people who remember Kinlin, what happened to all of those roads and the main street and the houses… and the people.

Where did they all go?

You can drive up to the house, park in front of it and you can even walk up to it and go inside and look around.

The only house left standing in Kinlin is empty and dry.

There is nothing in it’s cabinets, nothing inside of it’s closets, nothing stored in it’s cellar.

The only house left standing in Kinlin is a husk.

One October Hodge Sobel decided to take a break from work and she drove out to Kinlin to have a look around.

She explored the house, walked around it’s dry dusty yard and on her way back to the car she wondered like everyone else- what happened to Kinlin.

Was it ever really there? Were there ever really houses and streets and cats and dogs? Was there a Main Street, a park? Maybe a Welcome to Kinlin sign?

Hodge had no answers- but she thought maybe she was asking the wrong question.

The timer on her phone started to beep and she headed back to her car.

That’s when the wind picked up behind her and pushed at her back.

She turned around and faced the house and she wasn’t sure where the thought came from, but she thought that the warm breeze that ran it’s hand down her back and lifted her hair off of her neck came from the house.

They faced each other and another breeze pushed it’s way around her and grit tried to climb up her nose and into her eyes. It was in her hair.

She brushed at it and when she brought her hand away she saw it was covered in dust, she looked at her feet where the heavier dust settled on the ground and she saw it was mixed with grit, white powdery grit.

Hodge backed away from the house and that’s the way she walked back to her car.

When she was safely inside she emptied her bag that was on the passenger seat next to her and took out her water bottle .  Hodge  took a long drink and then with her eyes still on the house she rinsed her mouth and turned her head and spat the water out on the car floor.

She knew, at that moment with her eyes locked on the house-  she knew what happened to the town of Kinlin and to  everyone who lived there  and who, if you could call it that, was responsible.

Then she started her car and raced out of Kinlin and made it just in time to work her next case at the View Ridge  Cremation Services.