Day: 2012/03/11

Rustic Places In My Mind

photo prompt at Flashy Fiction


an image
a flash
my mind recalls
the smell of straw
the swoosh of swallows
the specks of dust
dancing in sunbeams
and the tiniest of mews
coming from places
hidden deep within
all accompanied by
the ever present
crooning of the likes of
Conway Twitty
and Tammy Wynette
on the old transistor
Dad never turned off

P. Wanken

Written for the photo prompt at Flashy Fiction (though I chose to write poetry instead).

Remembering…and Forgetting

photo by: Justin Jackson (prompt from Flashy Fiction)


Damn flag.

I mean no disrespect to the colors of this nation. But…it’s another holiday. Another day to remember. And that’s the last thing I want to do. I made my way into town–to this saloon–to forget.

To forget how empty my life is without them. To forget that a son should never leave this dustbowl before his father. To forget that a mother’s heart can be so broken that she, too, is gone.

I just want to forget.

“I’ll have another—make it a double.”

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Written for the photo prompt at Flashy Fiction.

Generations of Duty


A celebratory libation…
or drinking to forget?
I watched my son
with the concern I had
when he was six
and riding his bicycle
without training wheels
for the first time—
an accident waiting to happen.

He sacrificed so much,
was asked to handle
more than his eighteen years.
He charged in to lands
as foreign as Mars.
He helped settle disputes
among confused people
in a troubled nation.
It had taken a toll.

Plenty of times
I remembered that day,
the day my son came home.
I pray that my granddaughter
will get the same chance
when her son comes home
from handling more
than his eighteen years
in a land as foreign as Mars.

P. Wanken

Written for The Sunday Whirl prompt #47 to use the following words: charged, trouble, accident, mars, libation, sacrificed, toll, confused, plenty, handle, ask, and settle.