No Flowers For YOU Young Lady!

Word of the Day Challenge: Picking

‘Floral Mystery’ by Yuri Pysar

One year

my former boyfriend gave me some flowers for Valentines Day.


I thought they were for me.

Until I looked at the card and realized they had been delivered  to the wrong house.

At least.

I thought they had been delivered to the wrong house because it wasn’t my name on the card.

Then I saw his name was the ‘love from’ and realized he had sent flowers to another woman and put my address down instead of hers.

So here’s what I did.

I put them in the hallway near the front door.

He came over later that day and saw them there and I dared him.

Just dared him to say one word.

He didn’t of course.

I know he wanted to say something

because let me tell you he spared no expense on the arrangement.

It must have cost him a few pretty pennies.

It was awesome, he had to walk by them when he came over.

Which of course he only did a few more times- and then he started to come in through the side door.

Eventually they dried up and died.

Pick your battles and pick your battle lines.

and always, always, always

have a victory dance planned.


The Monsters Have Arrived On Capitol Street

Fandango’s Sunday Prompt:  Who Won The Week

Still From ” The Monsters are Due On Maple Street” Twilight Zone

I haven’t written a lot about politics here- I’m not sure why other then I had this idea that I needed a space where I would just  work on my creative writing. Believe it or not, I don’t use my laptop to play around on social media. I don’t play games on it. I really do just work on my writing here.

But on the 6th my world spun in reverse and I found myself witnessing a terrorist attack against my Country AGAIN. And in that moment I felt myself feeling the same anger and the same need to put out of control events into some sort of order so that I could make sense of what we had experienced.

I could write and write and write about what these four days have been like after Domestic Terrorists, led by the President of the United States attacked our Government and our Country but today I want to keep it  short, I want it to be precise.

So this is what I want to say :

Should it surprise us that the same Republicans asking that Impeachment Charges against Twitler be dropped so that our Country can heal and unite are the same Republicans who rammed through and supported an accused rapist onto the Supreme Court?

Should it surprise us that these are the same Republicans who are willing to watch bodies pile up in freezer trucks and deny support to the survivors and communities affected by Covid-19 because, they have claimed, ‘it doesn’t exist’.

No. It should not surprise us that Republicans are defending Twitler.

I think we know why.

To a man, to a women Republicans are actually defending themselves- Twitler is simply the pus that oozed from the wound on Democracy.

The Republican Party, by its own actions have demonstrated to us all that they are the sore .

They supported this Monster, they supported and coddled his fanatics the Republican Party is responsible  for every single one of Twitler’s actions and everyone of his deeds.

I can never look at my friends or family members who still consider themselves to be part of this cancer on Democracy, on the United States of America the same way again.

That would be tragic on it’s own until it occurs to me that as a Democrat, they have probably always looked at me as less then themselves ‘the other’ all along.

On the other hand, I’ve had that feeling all along.

The win in this situation is  brutal- now I know what the monsters look like and what they want and how to deal with the chaos that beasts like them can cause.

Like  said, it’s a win but a brutal one.

The Dream



There is a town, not far from where I live

where the residents have  names like Green and Smith and

Workenstein  and dogs name Champ and cats named Mittens and each family had

five kids who are exactly 2 years apart from each other in age.


In this town, not far from where I live, the people who live there  all  go  to church on

Sundays and the kids are never late for school. The boys can  pop wheelies on their

bikes and all of the little girls had easy bake ovens and on Fridays everyone  goes to the

drive in movies.


One day I drove  through this town, not far from where I live and decided to stop for gas.


I got out  of my jeep to stretch my  legs when a woman appeared behind me with her dog.

She looked at me and tried to smile at least three times.


” Where are  you from? ” she finally spat out.


Her dog wagged it’s tail and she pulled on it’s leash and told it to be still.

” Up the road. ” I said.

” Up the road? ”

” Yes ” I told her  ” up the road. ”


” Are you going back there? ”

I told her I would, eventually.


” Do you think more people like you will come from up the road? ”

” I’m pretty sure they will. ”

” Do you think they will go back, too?”


” No I told her. I don’t think they will. ”


She forced her frown up into a smile.  She pulled her dog away from me she walked back to the street and then she was gone.


I bought my gas, I drove through the town back to the highway and as I drove down one street and then another, I passed by identical  white houses and in front of each house there was  a dad in a green or gray cardigan sweater  watering  his  lawn and on each street boys were popping wheelies on their bikes and little  girls sat primly on swings eating their easy bake oven treats.

Each of them grimaced forced smiles at me…

and then they turned to dust, the way most dreams do just before you wake up.


Not far from where I live is a town where nobody has actually lived  and nobody really exists.