Road Trip Deja Vu


Passing car dragged tethered skateboarders road-tripping.


I wrote this post two days before kirstwrites posted this weeks’ SixWordStoryChallenge on August 4, but it fits this week’s theme: travel. So, my entry is “borrowed” from myself! Hope that’s acceptable.

Originally written in response to J.I. Rogers’ Six Word Story Challenge prompt “road trip.


Deep Thoughts



You can see the old man hates posing for pictures. He has learned to camouflage his hatred, looking at the camera so intensely that he seems to be reading your soul.  In reality though, he doesn’t notice the camera or your soul or you. His mind is focussed on some problem that none of us will ever understand. Something like, if the whole is greater than the sum of its parts, then two plus two can equal five. Eureka!


79 words. Written in response to The Haunted Wordsmith’s “Worth A Thousand Words” photo prompt of Einstein. Photo credit ParentRap @ 

Disclaimer: Any expression of science or mathematics is likely incorrect, since I’m a word person, not a numbers person.

Stream of Consciousness Saturday — T, tea, tee

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Sighing, she dropped the laundry basket next to the ironing board. She filled the iron’s reservoir with distilled water and plugged it in.  The shrill whistle from the kettle reminded her that she intended to relax with a cup of tea and a nice buttered english muffin before starting the ironing. She truly hated to iron. Am I the only woman in America who still irons tee shirts, she wondered? Almost as if he heard her thoughts, he bounded down the stairs.

“Didja iron my shirt yet, ma?”

“I’m waitin’ for the steam. Have some tea and an english muffin with me in the meantime.”

Sitting silently together, they ate their meal. She cleared the table and started the ironing while he lost himself in a video game on his phone. She was working on the third shirt when he looked up to find out her progress.

“Didja finish my shirt yet, ma?”

“Three so far. Take your pick.”

“Don’t need any of those. I need my Dunkin’ shirt for work. Can ya hurry it up, ma? The T ain’t gonna wait for me.”

Muttering to herself, “should have taught the boy to iron his own shirts,” she quickly ran the iron over the orange and pink tee. Grabbing the shirt, he gave her a quick kiss. “Thanks, ma, you’re the best! Gotta run. See ya at supper.”


228 words. Written in response to Linda G. Hill’s SoCS prompt.