Flawed or Innocent?

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Why couldn’t wives see the similarities between themselves and a whore?

“He’s a client,” Sofie continued. “But watch, when he sees me, he’ll turn away. So will his wife.”

The man looked away, just as she thought.

“You can’t speak to him?”

Innocent Meta. “Never.” “Speaking to them in public would only break Miss Fannie’s Code of Silence. It goes with the territory. Besides, if we broke Fannie’s trust? We’d be out on the street nothing flat. Folks have tried to buy her black book of customer names but nothing doing. When the Wild Bunch stayed with us, she wouldn’t even give them up to the great Mr. Pinkerton.”

“I’m sorry, what does she call it again? A code of…”

“Silence. A code of silence.” Curious how Meta seemed more fascinated by Miss Fannie’s code than with the Wild Bunch. The bank robbers were the guests of honor at the going-away party Miss Fannie gave them two years after she arrived. The wrongdoers, pleasant and entertaining, the lavish event stood out in her memory with fondness. Perhaps she had a penchant for those who could smile at their criminal endeavors when they never  get caught.

Excerpt from Naked, She Lies by C. Dennis-Willingham

Daily word prompt: Penchant

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The spider and the fly

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Trap me! (Yes, I dare you)

in deceptive woven lace

woo me with your splendor

inside that dark, confining space

 

Sing me love songs, buy me jewels

rubies, silver, gold

make your smile seem bona fide

and all the truth? Withhold!

 

But know this

 

Just when you thought you’ve caught me

in luring ropes, beware!

look closer in your tangled web

You’ll find it’s empty there

 

(Photo and poetry by C. Dennis-Willingham)

 

Judgment in disguise

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If told to cast the first stone

do you think that I’d obey?

Scar another person

just to please the crowd’s melee?

Those who dress in daily judgement

long in tongue, they criticize

and peel the souls of others,

while cloaked in self-disguise.

Is there any single person

who has never romped astray?

No, I did not think so.

And no, I won’t obey.

A creek with flowing water,

harmonic overtones

a place to sit beneath the Oaks

A better use of stones.

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Author’s note: Photos taken and words written while waiting for my husband to come out of eye surgery. (He’s fine) 🙂

 

daily prompt: Disobey

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Will You Come?

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Will you row beside me on a lake layered blue

To glide past the mountains in calm solitude

Through ripples of water, a quiet bouquet

just thoughts, without words in a silent buffet

Where worry dissolves with each stroke of the oar

And Nature brings peace, and the soul it restores

— by C. Dennis-Willingham

 

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How to show you care

Play a soothing, encouraging song – like this one

 

Give a sad smile

 

Offer a shoulder to lean on

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Reach out and hold a hand

Sit closer  –

Listen –

 

Give a warm hug –

Unless we lost someone or were there on 9/11, we will never be able to completely empathize with the victims nor their families. All we can do now is to remind them that …

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Sympathy– Daily word prompt

 

 

 

A Power Punch of Memories

Some say it’s peculiar that I remember so much of my first few years of life. But things like the burning of a hand, or the birth of a little sister, stay with you forever. I remember helping to pin Delma’s cloth diapers around her butt, and, later, pulling her toes to make them pop. I’d smile and say, “They ain’t long enough yet, Sis. I’m gonna he’p ’em grow.”

I remember putting a pot on my head to make Delma laugh when I thought she was dying.

And that pocket knife Ike gave me when I was two?  It came in real handy in first grade.

This train has its rhythm going now and the passengers have settled in. Most are trying to sleep just to make the time pass. I lay my head up against the hard window and watch as San Antone starts to slowly slip by. I close my eyes to see if I can nod off like everybody else, but it’s only an idea. Sleep is knocked out by that presence in the seat next to me. More memories keep nudging me, crowding me up against the ropes, where none of my boxing defense skills seem to work. No, these are stronger opponents. They jab my chin, then power punch me in the gut. It’s more painful than a broken nose. They make me remember.

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Excerpt from No Hill for a Stepper by C. Dennis-Willingham

 

Daily word prompt: Peculiar

No, not all the land in Texas is flat!

Nor do we all ride horses and I haven’t worn my cowboy boots in years. We have real hills and even a river that flows in west Austin and  downtown– The Colorado River.

Just sharing a few photos of Texas’ state capitol with y’all. Enjoy!

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Don’t let your unfinished stories pull your hair

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Dear writers,

Our written stories are supposed to come to a conclusion, to an end, to be Finite.

At least, that’s the goal.

But what if we find ourselves stuck somewhere in the middle of the story and there’s nowhere to go? Or, heaven forbid, what if we’re still struggling with the beginning?

Now you’re wondering. Is this the point where Carolyn starts talking about writer’s block, what to do about it, blah-la-la?

Nope. Not going to.

I could also encourage you. You know, I could tell you to keep going, to not give up, that your ideas are good ones.

But you already know all that.

I think many of our stories are not meant for completion. Maybe those unfinished pages still sitting on a dusty shelf (or buried in the depths of your computer) have already served a purpose.

Perhaps:

  • the words we wrote gave us practice so we could write something better in the future.
  • the research taught us something we wouldn’t have known otherwise.
  • we learned something about ourselves through a character in disguise.
  • the time we spent writing that bugger saved us from getting into some other kind of trouble. 😉

Whatever the reason, I have plenty of stories that have never seen their ending.

Does this happen to you?

Do your characters keep you awake a night by flicking your ears trying to discover how they ended up?

I say, let them flick all they want. Let’s just remind them that if it weren’t for us, they wouldn’t have been “born” in the first place.

Sincerely,

C D-W