Fandango’s Flashback Friday —Flavia’s Path

First Published on November 20, 2018

Reposted for

Fandango’s Flashback Friday

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Two weeks after losing her beloved dog, Domino to heart failure, Flavia Finn- lost and sad without her companion- found a glimmer of hope that things could be better- that there was  a place in the world for her after all.

” I have it, I know what I am going to do with the rest of my life starting now. Not later, not maybe, but now. I have it, I can see it. I have met my destiny and answered it’s call!”  Flavia Finn cried into the night from her garden under the stars.

She clasped her hands together and pushed them against her chest. ” Why did it take me so long to break out of these chains, this prison I  locked myself in. Why did I never see this before? It’s been here all along waiting for me to just reach down and-”

Tears were begin to pool in her eyes but Flavia Finn would not allow them to fall and ruin this wonderful night.

” Miss Finn? Flavia? Are you okay? I heard you from the street. Are you in trouble?” Flavia heard a woman’s voice echoing from the sidewalk in front of her house.

The voice belonged to her neighbor, Gail.

So at this most auspicious moment Flavia was a little surprised to see Gail Barton of all people.

Gail  was Flavia’s neighbor and they hadn’t spoken in years.

Six years before and a few days after Flavia had brought Domino home,  Gail had suggested that Flavia could break her10 week old puppy, who had jumped up and tried to lean against Gail’s shins, of that  bad habit, by stepping on her paws and pushing down hard enough to ‘teach her a lesson.’

Flavia had replied brightly , ” Oh my! That sounds like a plan. It’s just given me an idea. If I punched you in the throat do you think that would stop you from saying stupid things?

The air was so cool and the garden smelled so sweet and Flavia Finn was having the best night of her life. She decided nothing was going to spoil that. ” Of course not. Do you know what Gail? Tonight I found my purpose in life. My destiny. Right here. In my garden of all places.”

Gail picked her way carefully along the path to where Flavia was and she asked, ” Is that it?”

Flavia looked up and the tears she tried to hold in raced down her cheeks and into her ears.

She nodded.

” It’s a hole in the ground, an empty hole in the ground. That’s your purpose?  Are you supposed to put  something in it? Fill it? Are you sure Flavia? This is your purpose in life?

” You know, Gail you might be right. Maybe it’s not my purpose, maybe that hole isn’t my destiny after all”

Flavia Finn, with the Moon in her eyes and the Devil in her heart told her neighbor as she reached down to the spade at her feet.

” Maybe it’s yours.”

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Flashback Friday: Thinking Out Loud

First Published

October 23, 2019

RE- Posted For : Fandango’s Flashback Friday

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Is that my face

in the mirror

are those my eyes looking at me

with cool, cruel indifference?


I reach out my hand, draw it back, extend  a finger

tap, tap, tap

Is anybody home?

Are those my teeth,

is that my hair

when did those lines around my mouth appear?


That can’t be me

wearing that listless, expressionless face

has it ever dreamed, schemed or plotted

an escape, a murder or revenge?


Tap tap tap

against the mirror

clouding it with the cold that escapes from my lungs

and clings to it like poison gas

on a battlefield

from Once Upon A Time.


That can’t be my face.

It’s just so




Fandango’s Friday Flashback —Have You Heard The One About Anita Marie?

Fandango’s Friday Flashback —September 25th

First published September 25, 2017

Halloween is a little more then a month away so I have officially lost my mind and I have been busy decking my halls for the season.

So here is a family joke that reflects on my boundless enthusiasm.

Because my idea of taking down Halloween decorations is to turn anything pumpkin related with a face carved into it towards the wall and I will make my skeleton and gargoyle collections look seasonal by sticking them next to indoor plants

someone once asked my Mom:

” How do you know when it’s Halloween at Anita Marie’s house? “

And my Mom said, ” I don’ t know,  how do you know when it’s Halloween at Anita Marie’s house? ” thinking she was helping deliver a punch line.

” No. Really. How do you know?”

My Mom thought about it. ” Well. It’s pretty much always Halloween wherever Marie goes.”

My Mom.

Knowing her daughter better then anyone since 1964