The Hungry Ghost

Word of The Day Challenge: Digest

Moonlit Night. Wrecked ship
Ivan Aivazovsky

My Island is lost at Sea.

I’m not sure if anything or anybody is below her deck

I am not sure if she took on water and sank

I am not sure if she is lost in a canyon where she is covered by

magnetic bacteria and the remains of an exploded star.


My Island is lost at Sea

a corpse with wooden bones and a secret in her hold

a skeleton crew at her helm

if she sails she does it at night and shrouded in fog

other ships steer clear of her and their bones creak in fear as they creep by.


My Island is lost at Sea

I’ve tried to call her back

I’ve tried to track her down

I know she can hear me but she won’t answer me

from her silent and crowded grave.


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Tink’s Prompt: FEARFULLY 

” Any day  a dead woman does not show up  and ask you where her flowers are is going to be a good day. In fact, it’s going to be a great day. ” Abie Walden’s Grandfather used to say.

Abie’s Grandfather had been a mortician and after he gave her that little bit of advice Abie found she couldn’t stand the smell of flowers anymore. She also found that she had to close all of the drapes in her house just before Sunset and she didn’t dare open them until sunrise.

Sometimes she would sit on her couch with her hands clenched in her lap, her chest aching from having to force Abie to let air into her lungs and  after a sleepless night or two she would walk through her house and sniff for flowers.

On a good day, she couldn’t smell a thing.

One day Abie was driving through town and knowing that her Grandfather had organized a sizable memorial service she decided to take a back road informally known as Pumpkin Patch Road  that wound up and around the cemetery, it was a nice drive.

The sun was shining, Abie’s favorite radio station had played not one but at least six of her favorite songs in a row and it was a Friday.

She was sailing down the old gravel road when she looked out the passenger window to her right and there, instead of the empty field that would be a Pumpkin Patch  full of golden orange Pumpkins by Halloween, was a field full of flowers.

There were purple, gold, yellow and pink flowers. The field was a tangled mess and Abie was sure if it could the ground under all of those flowers would be screaming and gasping for air.

Her foot slammed down on the brake and enraged Abie looked down at it. Her lips curled over her teeth. Her bloodless knuckles cracked and popped along her steering wheel.

” Go ” she told herself. ” GO!”

She did. She put her car in park and opened her door. She took her hands off of her steering wheel one finger at a time and then she slid  to her left and got out of her car.

These innocent little  flowers had turned up like an angry mob and demanded Abie’s attention. They wanted her affection. They wanted her to say how beautiful they were.

They were nothing like the sunflowers that she liked to grow from time to time. Abie’s Sunflowers had wide gentle faces and unless you looked up, you would never have known those blooms were there.

She walked across the field of flowers,down the road to the cemetery and she found the  the mourners gathered around the opened grave. She drifted up behind her Grandfather and she whispered in his ear.

” Where are my flowers? ”

Gareth turned around and he could see police cars, their sirens off speeding up  Pumkin Patch Road- the shortcut that Abie liked to take when they were holding  their more heavily attended funerals.

He had a terrible feeling that today was not going to be a good day.


We Used To Go To The Movies

Linda G Hill’s Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “difference.” Whatever the word “difference” conjures first in your mind, write about it. Enjoy!


We used to go to the Drive In Movies

me, my brother, sister and Dad because we didn’t have Netflix back then.

Sometimes my Mom went, but movies or maybe being stuck in a car

with all of us wasn’t her thing.


Before the movie started we used to play on the swings and slides under the screen

we bought popcorn and candy from the concession stand

that smelled like cigarette smoke, car exhaust and pizza

when I think about that dimly little store I can taste Milk Duds.


The Drive had speakers on poles

that crackled and hissed and if it didn’t work

and there weren’t any stalls left

they let you in at the next show and you got free snacks,


I used to like to walk between the cars

before the movie started

sometimes I saw people making out or drinking or getting high and  back then,

nobody liked to get pinched by a little kid with a Snoopy toy clutched to her chest.


The Drive in held it’s breath, waiting for the sun to set and just as it did

the monsters and pirates and aliens from space climbed down from the

screen and made you laugh and scream and in the middle of the show

smiling  hotdogs and popcorn boxes danced for you at the intermission.


The Drive Ins are gone now

there are a few corpses scattered here and there

in fields, behind warehouses

giant screens, rusted swing sets, sometimes a slide painted red and white


But do you know what I think?

If you stand there   you can feel the Drive In holding   it’s breath

and I think that as the sunsets the monsters and pirates and aliens from outer space

still climb down from the screens, at least I think they do.