I Smell A Rat #newcago #horticulture #pandemic #flashfiction #reading

 

New Cago was not a very cultured metropolis before the epi & pan demic. Kids were shoving things up their noses or in their veins. It made sense that there was no room for something for the mind to synthesize.

Then the libraries were closed. So most people read their cereal box for entertainment. But Lily kept a lovely assortment of classical and tasteful books.

Her favorite subject was horticulture.

I could read it and be out like a light at the end of a shift.

But after she died, I started noticing her hand writing and circles in the margins.

Hard not to notice what she had been researching before the wild fire epidemic.

Lil, this is bizarre- the night after you died circles started to appear in red.

One of her notes, ” good if given early but a little too much and they won’t wake up – ever.”

Another had lines through it and question marks. “I know this should work but I’m not seeing the results…” and another comment “why is this only working on a few people????”

And another one that rose the hairs on my back it read more like a sci-fi. “Subject should have demonstrated signs of immunity. I inoculated myself at the same time. If my research is correct, he will start to exhibit…”

“Oh Lil.   OH LIL!!!” I took my head and my hands wondering again if her research was the cause of her death.

“Death” some days it sounded so peaceful.

“Sam. Sam.” I heard a pounding on the steel grate of the door.

“Yeah coming. Hey Peely.” Here was the one good kid in the neighborhood.

“This is for you.”The errand boy that we were both so fond of handed me a box. Our eyes looked at each other then at the brown square.

I opened the box. It was that hat with rounded corners. “I’ve been looking at this for months.” The card underneath was in her handwriting.

“Peel, ya know what I hate most about this town?”

“Yeah Sam, I know. It’s so damned lonely.”

“and unpredictable.” My head felt like a pinball machine with the silver ball hitting every bumper and bell possible.

I looked in the envelope flap and saw the four names with the same prefix: R-A-T.

And that’s where we will start at cleaning up this mess Lil.’

 

Okay you caught me chasing a pandemic. I’m blogging about elderly issues, but sometimes I get sidetracked.

Reading is important for the elderly. One 90 year old (with Alzheimers) is reading one of his many favorites: a biography about Einstein. The only thing I can understand is the title and the pictures.

Keeping the mind engaged through reading and even the visuals in books is important. We can create new pathways even in an old brain.

 

How do you keep your mind active???

 

 

I’m revamping a Noir crime series I wrote in 2013. The story centered around crime in a metropolis called New Cago but the main antagonist was a deadly disease ( pandemic) lurking in dark corners. If you like Noir and you have time to read come back for more in the days to come. The stories do stand alone so they can be read in any order.

An Old Dilemma part 1

An Old Dilemma part 2

Whats the worst that can happen

Someone Needs to Survive

Read to your children #christmas #gifts #books

I just read a blog where a writer used reverse psychology to get her children to read. I’m up for whatever it takes to excite a child’s mind. Imagination is an amazing tool. Just ask any artist or writer.

The best gift for children this Christmas??? Books!!!!

 

Paddy the Panda is a story about a precocious panda bear and the lessons he learns about being okay with different and the importance of obeying the rules.

If you had known my son as a child, you would not be surprised that this is his life fictionalized.

If you are looking for stories that have a moral for your kiddo or your grandchild, Paddy the Panda Bear is a good choice.  Christmas is just around the corner and Barnes and Noble is having a 20% off sale at the moment.

We also have a book coming out in 2019 that is about Uganda, the children and village life. The title is “Bethany and Me.” More information in the New Year. All of the profit will go to getting books into the village schools.

Above is a pre-k where we taught after the school was destroyed by a fire. These brave children helped us fight the fire. Classroom size is anywhere from 30 – 100 children with 1 exceptional teacher.

The Places you go #reading #nablopomo #poetry

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If you could be a character

from any time in history

who would you be?

Would you drive elephants

over the Pyrenees?

Would you a beautiful woman be

running a powerful country?

*

Would you write of grand and small

of rivers boats and boys

perform in city’s hall

travel the world to see it all

would photography be your call

of waters mighty fall

Yosemite grandeur’s tall

*

Ride a ship deep into space

a child’s literary hero

though none knows your face

chart a journey to a distant place

under water worlds that none can trace

a man, a woman in a race

around the globe in 80 days

*

All the things you see

the characters as one

“take not that path,” you plead

as you endeavor books to read

fingers, eyes do lead

never enough stories to feed

the imagination’s greed

The suggested prompt for Nablopomo today is what character would you be? As an avid reader since I was a young child, I would say the character in the book I am presently reading (historical or fictional). What about you. Who would you be?

Write me off #poetry #life’slessons

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As long as you relegate me

to the third person

I can remain in your jail

unwanted, unaccepted

blotted away as the ink fails

***

As long as you write of me

he,she

or it

then I can’t exist

in your word’s orbit

***

As long as you close the book

you classify me

old, dusty, archived

no memory’s smile

when you chance by

***

you hope that love

of the brown pages

becomes impotent

delving into me

time not well spent

Space and Dreams (55 Flash Fiction)

He sat behind the controls

the spaceship jostled as it met with some unexpected turbulence

he could feel the surge of  power

his ship was quickly ascending

leaving known terra for parts unknown

he was thrilled to make the trip

it was his first journey into space

the book fell from his hands

as he drifted into dreamland

It’s another week for  55 Flash Fiction with Mr. Know it All. Join us as we make sense in 55 words. We try!

thanks for this wonderful photo I feel like Tom Swift* http://www.flickr.com/photos/tom1231/4125851805/