Posted in Imagination, Stories

The Boy That Never (Really) Was!

Note: This is not a worldview, or political statement one way or the other! Just a short story from somebody’s personal Twilight Zone!

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A woman photographer was at a photo shoot. A young boy was there staring intensely at her. She didn’t know why. So she approached him and asked, “Why are you looking at me like you do!”

He didn’t reply. She then asked if he was here with his parents?  Again no reply. So she finally asked, “Do you need a ride home?” No answer. He just ran off.

In the days that followed, she would see him wherever she went.  She even saw him from her window looking up at her from the street.  When she turned away and looked back, he had vanished!

The next time she saw him, she had to find out why he was always there?

His reply, “Why didn’t you want me?”

“What do you mean, I didn’t want you?”

His reply, “Wasn’t I good enough for you?”

Shocked, she finally realized what this was about!  She then said, “Sometimes we make choices that seem right but regret in the future. I’m sorry if you think that I didn’t want you!”

Well, they became very close. But one day as she was looking at him he just faded away, never to be seen again!

Luckily, she had some photos of him in her appartment. But even they -one day- just faded away.

All that now remained were some faint memories of

“The Boy That Never (Really) Was!”

Loosely from ‘A Twilight Zone!’

Posted in Quote, Stories

Don’t Post With the Fishes!

Actually it is, “Luca Brasi sleeps with the fishes!”

The original text in Mario Puzo’s book The Godfather (1969) read: “The fish means that Luca Brasi is sleeping on the bottom of the ocean,” he said. “It’s an old Sicilian message.”

My grandfather, Santo, who strangely departed on Santa’s Christmas Eve, 1924, knows what that means, exactly!

So stay alert. Post from the heart. And never, ever post such that you wind up on the bottom of the WordPress Sea!

Posted in Comedy, Stories, true life

50 Shades of Sexism!

The above photo is of a Wader Bird and I just added sunglasses and a purse … just because!

Waders are birds commonly found along shorelines and mudflats that wade in order to forage for food in the mud or sand. They are called shorebirds in North America, where the term “wader” is used to refer to long-legged wading birds such as storks and herons.

Enough of that, I fear!

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Getting to the point:

I have been mildly chided for being sexist in my post, “50 Shades of Cat Liter!

Maybe it was the lines:

You see, I feel that woman pick men like they pick their cats.  It’s Fifty Shades of Cat Litter!

For men, it’s may be more basic and mostly instinctual: Five Shades of Doggy Bags and Chinese Take-Out!

Or maybe it was this particular line:

This is all becoming too confusing for me as a sexist old fool. 

Or maybe it was the whole damn post itself!

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My reply was:

Maybe sexist toward both sexes…

Maybe just humor and a play on a popular theme…

Maybe just maybe…people who label people sexist are maybe themselves sexist…

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And the band played on

And the World continued to spin

And we all marched on

With *whatever* on our chin!

Posted in Photography, Stories

The Tell-Tale Feet!

The above picture was attached, somehow, to a message conversation between my wife, Cute Judy Lee, and our daughter, Julie Beth, you see! The feet part that is! How it got there we don’t know. But I fear that only The Shadow Really Knows for sure!

This post has prompted me to relay to you The Tell-Tale Feet! A really short story by Florida writer Edith Hellen Hammer-Toe. It was first published in 2003 and is related by an unnamed narrator who endeavors to convince us that her toes are actually straight and pristine clean. The reader of this piece surely questions the narrator’s sanity while simultaneously describing the grizzly sight of the hammer-toed feet.

But foul murder was, I fear, amiss! And the victim was no other than the narrator’s clueless old-man husband with filmy “vulture-eyes,” as the narrator calls them. The narrator emphasizes the careful calculation of the murder, attempting the perfect crime, complete with dismembering and hiding the body under her queen-sized bed.

Ultimately, the narrator’s feelings of guilt, or a mental disturbance, result in her hearing a continuous thump-thumping sound, which the narrator interprets as her dead husband’s heart beat or more likely expelled gas!

Or was it really just the cracking and crinkling of her disfigured hammered-toed feet!

No! It probably was really the odorous sound of The Tell-Tale Fart!

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My thanks to Edgar Allen Poe, “The Tell-Tale Heart!”

Posted in Stories

I May Be Small ……

The year was 1966. I went back to South Jersey for a weekend away from Penn State “Happy Valley.” Four friends and myself had stopped at a local bowling alley for a game or two.

For some unknown reason a tall, dark, menacing man came over to our group and picked me out as the one who needed a beating for sure!

Realizing that my friends would be of no help, I had to do something quickly. So I looked him directly in his blood shot eyes and firmly stated:

I may be small …

But I’m weak!!!

The man stopped in his tracks; laughed; and then just walked away with a smile on his face.

My crazy sense of humor had saved my sorry ass that particular day!

Posted in Digital art, Stories

That Really Great Wall of Ourselves!

Learned something new today from Soumili …Research Work#3.

We all know about the Great Wall of China that connected the fortifications built by various states during Spring and Autumn (771-476 BC) and the Warring State periods (475-221 BC).

They were connected by the first emperor of China, Qin Shi Huang, to protect his newly formed Qin Dynasty (221-206 BC) against incursions by nomads from Inner Asia.

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Now, I know that there is a second great wall: the Great Wall of Kumbhalgarh, in the State Rajasthan in the west of India. Work began in 1443 and was completed a century later. It was later enlarged in the 19th century.

During the reign of Maharana Pratap (1572-?), the 13th Rajput King of Mewar (now the present state of Rajasthan), the wall was said to have held so many lamps that it enabled local farmers to work day and night.

But is was constructed mainly to protect 360 temples.

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But I think the third Great Wall is the one we build around ourself based on our beliefs, bigotries, cultures and worldview to protect us from the outside world. The wall that is our …

Barrier

Constraint

Deterrent

Encumbrance

Fetter

Hurdle

Impediment

Obstruction

Roadblock

Stumbling block

and

Trammel!

Posted in Art, Imagination, Prose, Stories

Potty Art!

My wife asked,

When did you start your adventures in art?

Well, if that’s what it is, I started as a wee baby. My first medium being potty art. Unusual shapes and colors which pungent odors throw in here and there for special effect. And some of my diapers were pure masterpieces. But they had to be discarded for health reason.

I did some oil painting when 10 or so and the pretty much stopped until I did an oil painting in 1968 for some unknown reason.

I then entered a big artless void until recently, being in retirement and bored an such. Mainly just scribbles, dribbles, doodles and unplanned stuff proving I’m a bit off my noodle.

Since I’m rapidly approaching 80. I’m sure I will return to my first ‘baby medium.’

This time, old-age, senile Potty Art!

Yes! What goes around comes around!

But this time it’s not as round and occurs less frequently I fear!