The Scenic Route

When my dad got lost while driving, he would always tell us we were taking the scenic route. Everyone knew it was a big lie, that he was lost again. Nobody dared to call him on it because he would get mad. We would suffer for it later, we knew that.

I spent a lot of my childhood looking at neighborhoods and farmlands I would never see now in the days of GPS and online maps. Maybe my dad actually had a good idea.

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The Hard Way

Human beings are determined to learn things the hard way. Never take good advice, never believe the wisdom of others, never accept that your misguided notions can lead to disaster. Then they do. And you learn something. Maybe. The hard way.

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The Easy Way

“Isn’t that a hard way to do that?”

“I suppose it is. But I don’t know what I’m doing.” He grinned. “If I had any idea how to do this, I might know the easy way.”

“I know the easy way,” I said.

He stood up and looked me over. Five foot two, a girl in a uniform from the Walgreens down the block. This week my hair was green.

“Okay,” he said. “Tell me.”

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Bishop

His name is Bishop and he lives across the street. He uses the front step as a soapbox. He stands out there for hours every day, making pronouncements to the universe that includes houses on every side of his. I’m not sure what he’s talking about. I don’t speak his language. But his voice is hard to block out. It would be better if it were a bass note, a deep arf. But it’s a high pitched yip. Yip, yip, yip. All day. Bishop has a lot to say.

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Smooth

Right now, at this minute, a row of Frankenstein staples line my knee. It looks like the dickens, I can tell you that for sure. The staples come out today and soon I’ll have a knee smooth as a baby’s bottom. Okay. Maybe not quite that smooth. But smooth. Yeah, I’ll be as smooth as they come.

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Flying Dragons

The flying dragon with its sparkly blue wings and fearsome teeth didn’t scare me. The bejeweled legs and the sharp horn didn’t scare me. The flashing tail and the two heads didn’t scare me. I might starve to death crouching in this cave with that blue dragon just outside, but I wouldn’t be scared while I did it.

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Smoke

The sky looks gray today. Like the sky is full of smoke. But it might be clouds. So the question becomes, do I take the umbrella or not? I’m convinced that if I DO take the umbrella, it won’t rain. So, to bring good luck to my very dry city, I should NOT take the umbrella. Then it will rain, right?

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Carry On

I’ll be away for a week or maybe more getting myself a new knee. Carry on in my absence by exploring the archives and finding yourself a topic (there are over 2500 writing prompts to choose from here) and keep writing. Just write!

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The Incident

I didn’t want to talk about the incident. But when the police came to question me about it they were insistent. They began to act as if they would lock me up if I didn’t reveal what I knew.

It was so humiliating. How could I explain what happened and keep my dignity intact? It had nothing to do with the crime, so why did it matter?

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