Strung Lights

Via rainydaysandblankets

“Settle down it will all be clear…..” sang the words of the man playing a cover song of a popular new artist.  He was set up on the corner of 1st and Green, his worn guitar lovingly strummed as he sang.

A crowd was gathered around him, smiling and tapping toes to the catchy tune.  Above, the twinkle lights were strung across the brick facade of the old building.  Old world lights glowed brightly in the winter night.  The town was hosting a troubadour gathering, and there were musicians on different corners and set up at the entrances to the various shops.  The coffee shop was the most popular, open for later hours and serving spicy mugs of hot cider and specialty lattes.

Kids ran up and down the street, more interested in the candy canes they were sucking and crunching on.  Soon the gathering of singers would change to the annual Christmas tree lighting at the village square.  Santa would have the honor of plugging in the lights, then he would sit in his Christmas throne to listen to all the requests for presents from the children.

The holiday fete was popular, and this year, doubly so with the various musicians.

“…The trouble it might drag you down
If you get lost, you can always be found

Just know you’re not alone
Cause I’m going to make this place your home.”  As the last lines were sung, the crowd clapped.  This town was definitely home.

I found this wonderful picture on {dream a little dream of me} a tumblr blog that I have fallen in love with.  The image made me immediately think of Phillip Phillips song “Home” and that little blip in the music video that shows lights strung across the street. I absolutely love that image and I wish our town would do that. It would be so beautiful on our Main street.

Well, I hope you all enjoy this bit of flash fiction.  Like I said, I’m in the mood.

Signing off


A Bed of Debauchery

[via rainydaysandblankets]

Her toes peeked out from beneath the rumpled bedclothes. That was all that could be seen of her.  Her head was buried from a night of debauchery. The light was banned, all things bright and cheery were not allowed.  But oh, how soft the bed was.  And how sweet it smelled.  Why would anyone leave the soft haven anyway?



I’ve been meaning to dabble in some flash fiction as of late, but I’ve been putting it of in lieu of other pursuits, such  as reading. I have these massive stacks of books from the library, and I’m knee deep in half of them.  I’ll have to possibly review a few if I can.

More flash fiction to follow soon.

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Happy Thanksgiving (Gobble Gobble)

A lamb gives a turkey a kiss on a farm in Lindsborg, Kansas c. Joel Sartore/National Geographic/Aurora Photos

Happy Thanksgiving dear readers.  Enjoy all the fun and festivities. Don’t forget to watch The Parade.  And if you are lucky enough to be there in person, good for you.

We have so much to be thankful for, living in this country. It is the best, and we should be proud of it.  Let’s keep it that way, and God bless every one of you on this special day.  Don’t forget the reason why we have this holiday.  Celebrate your freedom.

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It’s Caturday!

This post is strictly for those over at Caterpickles. I saw this while perusing Tumblr, which I should never do after 12AM, but I’m a masochist at times. I fell in love with this picture and immediately thought of the 5YO and her mother.

But isn’t this the sweetest thing ever? I have to write something about Caturday. I like the sound of that.

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