Friday, December 9, 2011

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Back in Time

While we were in St. Pete last month, we happened across an old Volkswagen show at Ft. DeSoto.  Here are some of the more interesting ones.

Does this take you back?


  
Who doesn't love Krispy Kreme doughnuts?  Yum!


It's 2 p.m.  Do you know where your children are?


Move over Smart Cars - Volkswagen is here.


It's Party Time!

These and many more were on display in the parking lot of one of the Ft. DeSoto picnic areas.  People were selling/swapping parts, cooking and eating.  This puts a whole new spin on tailgating.

Monday, December 5, 2011

Quote of the Week

There are very few monsters who warrant the fear we have of them.  - Andre Gide


Taken at the Como Zoo in St. Paul, MN

Like the snake, many things are not nearly as bad as we give them credit for being.  Taking a closer and objective look at our fears may help us to slay the monsters behind them.

Friday, December 2, 2011

Secrets

Image Source: Vegan Traveller

Through the door walked a big little boy wearing a ball cap, torn jeans and dirty tennis shoes.  The door keeps his secrets locked deep within where no one will know his shame or his sin.  His T-Shirt is smeared with his blood and his tears.  "Why did I have to send that stupid text?"




Written for Friday Flash 55.

Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Ravaged

This sofa once graced a happy home. A young couple sat here enjoying the fire, and contemplating all that life had to offer. Then came the war, and he was gone. Time passed slowly, the letters few and far between. Then, months later, he was returned, but he wasn’t really there. Life didn’t seem to have as much to offer now.


She couldn’t stay – she didn’t want to go. In the end, she took the things she cherished and returned home to be near her family. He sits in a dreary room, day in – day out, most of the time staring blankly into space. He knows she’s not coming back.

Now the sofa, donated and re-donated, sits by the road, soiled and broken. Its cushions long gone to some homeless man living in a cardboard village in a dank alley where the rats roam bravely through the darkened streets.

A fictional story written for Magpie Tales #93.