Bauble Bob

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His father declared him hopeless. His mother bemoaned his daydreaming. His brother called the boy a fool. His teachers rapped his knuckles, dressed him in the dunce’s cap, slapped his head. Nothing helped. His mind continued meandering and his pockets remained filled with bauble nonsense.

By the time Bob turned sixteen, the village elders had resigned themselves to him becoming one who loitered by the stream, carried water for the old, and attracted the cruelties of the young.

The last thing anyone expected was that Lord Bailey’s new wife, who hired the young man for the price of bread and ale to repair some fallen stone in her abode, would so enjoy the river rocks and pebbles utilized as repairs by Bauble Bob, that she’d have him adorn her gate, her walls, even her door.

Soon enough there wasn’t a manor around he hadn’t been called to restore.

 

 

For Crispina’s Crimson’s Creative Challenge #66

 

 

The Error

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Photo: Daniela Holzer on Unsplash

 

She hadn’t intended for it to go this way.

She’d taken pains to be intensely selective of what she allowed. She’d researched every step, scoured barely legible ink on faded notes and prepared for every eventuality. She had kept her eyes peeled for any red-flags that should not be ignored.

She was careful.

And yet. There it was. Completely different than intended.

Her error.

She already repeated all the steps and realized her mistake. Her wonderful mistake.

It did not turn out as she’d expected.

It turned out fantastic instead.

She bottled it.

The aromatic error that will become the star perfume of the age.

 

 

 

For the RDP Monday challenge: Aromatic

 

Windows On Display

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Photo: Na’ama Yehuda

 

His artwork,

Carefully crafted by

Little fingers

And a big

Heart,

Proudly on display

At the family’s

Living room,

Like any well deserving

Art.

 

Note: This is one of a series of creations by my nephew, who was about 7-8 years old when he crafted this and other lovely depictions in modeling clay 3D art.

 

For the Lens-Artists Challenge: on display

 

 

 

Fuzzy Ewe

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Photo: Na’ama Yehuda

 

The hands of this artist

Young in years

Rich in view,

Made a cute fuzzy ewe

From what could well escape

Notice by

Me and you.

 

 

 

Note: Dedicated to my super talented and beloved niece, Aviv, 7 years old when she made this earlier this year. You never cease to amaze me! XOXO

For the Tuesday Photo Challenge: Fuzzy

 

Netted

Photo Copyright –Douglas M. MacIlroy

 

“Looks like a tennis ball on steroids,” Linda squinted at the gray blob.

Ethan rolled his eyes and turned the screen so it faced him again. “Definitely not a tennis ball.”

He shouldn’t have caved and showed her. Not that he ever did manage to withstand her pleading. Linda’s persistence could persuade a zebra to do away with its stripes.

“A cement globe?” She pressed.

Ethan shook his head.

“Am I at least getting warmer? Oh! Is it a post-global-warming thing?”

He sighed. It was hopeless. Might as well give it up.

“It’s Pluto, barely netted by the Sun.”

 

 

For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers

 

Good Enough

PHOTO PROMPT © J.S. Brand

 

“Do you really think you can do it?”

I nodded into my coffee but my heart fluttered an I-don’t-know.

“You’ll ruin the whole thing.” Stacey stuffed the last bite of bagel in her mouth and grabbed her bag, leaving me the clean up. How symbolic.

I rinsed the pot and the grounds swirled like time into the sink.

My eyes gazed out the window. We hadn’t touched Dad’s stuff. The almost-finished totem. His tools.

“You’re good at this,” he’d once said.

His praise had sustained me, but was I good enough to complete the carving that now he never would?

 

For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers

 

Blue Ghost

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Photo: Smadar Halperin-Epshtein

 

A blue ghost

Found its way

To the front

Of this porch.

‘Fraid of heights

It clings tight

To the spout

And flower pots.

 

 

For One Word Sunday Challenge: Blue

 

 

Mighty Minion

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Photo: Smadar Halperin-Epstein

 

If your party is pure happy

And your Mama’s talents

Flow,

There is nothing like a minion

To give your day a mighty

Go.

 

 

For the Tuesday Photo Challenge: Birthday

 

Keen Aubergine!

UberAubergine YaelYehuda

Photo: Yael Yehuda

 

There’s no mistaking

Intelligence

In this aubergine

If only for how

Its spectacles

Intervene

In order to prevent it

From becoming

Cuisine.

 

 

For Kammie’s Oddball Challenge

 

 

Museum Muse

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Photo: Smadar Halperin-Epshtein

 

Where the muse

Fills the senses

‘Afore first step

Indoors,

The gestalt

Inferences

To avow

Art’s in store.

 

 

For the One Word Sunday Challenge: Muse