Longing For Oz

The pending storm
Loomed on the horizon
Distant thunder rumbles low
The smell of rain is in the air
The heat has everything at a standstill
You sit back in your chair
Sweat beads on your face
Staring at the horizon
This could be a big one
Winds begin to blow
The skies take on a strange hue
And the rains begin to fall
You stay in your chair
As if to dare the storm
“Come get me”
Hail pelts down onto the ground
And the storm revs up
Trees begin to bend
Signaling a warning
Over a hill in the distance you see it
The beginning of a funnel cloud
Dancing beneath the clouds
You close your eyes
Hold up your hands
And brace for the winds
Whispering “take me away”


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – pending

Mumbles …Relative

Relative is the word I am working on today… I’m not quite smart enough to address the theory of relativity. Not feeling a comparison post where it is all relative. But I can talk about a relative of two.

I have mentioned my Dad’s failing health and just yesterday evening I got a call from his caregiver and he had taken a fall. Shot my heart right up into my throat and I drove there as soon as I could. Luckily he did not get hurt other than a scrape to his elbow.

Now I live about 15 minutes away so I had called my sister to get there to try to help lift my Dad up off the floor, as she is less than 5 minutes away. It just amazes me how two siblings can be so different. She is a wiz with handling Dad’s finances, but when asked to sit with him for a short while… I get back a “I am not a nurturer like you.” It is her Dad… how hard can it be to just TALK to him for a half an hour or so.

This fall and his two hour wait on the floor (he had his cell phone, but couldn’t figure out how to use it) for someone to get him hits my heart hard. I don’t know how much more I can physically and emotionally do. My sister said on the way out, “Might not be able to stay here much longer.” And a part of me is afraid she is right. I hate the thought of putting him in a nursing home, but am afraid he needs more care than assisted living would give him.

This makes me think of my grandmother who took in her own mom and took care of her in the end of her life and still kept the books for my grandfather’s business and ran the household perfectly, still having time to volunteer at the church even. How could she do all of that and I am having troubles just making it through the nights?

I love my Dad and hope and pray he can stay home a little while longer. But fate may have other plans. Do you have a relative you care for? It is tough job, and I am learning not everyone can do it.


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – relative

Lost And Found

I want to put an ad
In the classifieds
One under the lost and found
To find my lost pride
I feel like such a failure
used up and forgotten
no one would want me now
to them I must seem rotten
I am just down in the dumps
After seeing an old flame
Who stirred me deep inside
But it seems I didn’t do the same
But damn it was good to see him
In spite of him moving on
And deep inside I learned
My love for him is still strong


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – classified

Opposites Attract

Black and white
Hot and cold
You and me…
We were in love
But with such different ways
Of showing how we cared
And I began to wonder
If you really even felt anything
But you were just so different
Quiet and reserved
While I was more about the touch
Closeness was my need
So we had to fight to stay together
And today we are still going strong
We just needed a little understanding
And a willingness to live in contrast


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – contrast

The Handsome Stranger 7

1 – Fluid

2 – Melody

3 – Trap

4 – Flood

5 – Coma

6 – Leave

7 – Trail

Jack Watson was just returning to his desk when his phone rang. He picked it up and it was Fred Sanders from the real estate office. When Jack heard what he had to say he wrote a note for his assistant to get the editor and to call the police back.

Sergeant Wilson hung up the phone and grabbed his hat on the way out of his office. He drove to the real estate office. They were finally getting somewhere. The sketch in the paper had brought forth a lot more witnesses and information. It was finally starting to feel like they were on the right trail to track this monster down.

Fred had all the contact information ready for the Sergeant when he walked in. They talked briefly and the Sergeant thanked him for his help. Heading back to the car he had the dispatcher put a trace on the cell phone and send him the coordinates.

Ten minutes later four officers were closing in on Matthew Plumber as he was sitting at the local park waiting for the right person to come down the jogging trail that would remind him of her again and ignite his fuse. He was focused on a brunette in a blue jogging suit when he heard something behind him.

Sergeant Wilson and his men approached directly behind the suspect quietly and quickly. Guns drawn he announced, “Springfield PD, Matthew Plumber you’re under arrest.” Matthew had prepared for this moment. He moved in one rapid motion standing and reaching for his back pocket as he turned. The Sergeant yelled, “Freeze!” But Matthew kept moving. A move he had practiced many times. He had to make it look good; like he really had a gun. The officers had no choice. The guns rang out and Matthew fell to the ground.

In the weeks that followed they found all the evidence to prove he indeed had murdered four local women and one from Jonesville. He would serve no time though, as he had been pronounced dead on the scene.


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – trail

The Handsome Stranger 6

1 – Fluid

2 – Melody

3 – Trap

4 – Flood

5 – Coma

6 – Leave

Fred sat at his desk in the all but empty office. Most of the staff had left early since it was Friday and business was at a standstill it seemed, no one was buying and only a handful of people came through in a week looking for rentals. He had most of his work done but still needed to check his ad in the evening paper and make sure it had everything listed right before he could leave for the night. He went to the paper’s website and decided to take a quick look at the headlines; maybe gain himself an extra 15 minutes of pay.

There was a story on the serial killer who had already murdered four women at least and Fred scanned through that. When he reached the end of the article and saw the sketch of the suspect his heart skipped. “I swear that is the man I showed the trailer rental to just a day or two ago,” he thought. Heart beginning to race he opened up his current clients file and found one for Matthew Plumber.

Fred’s hands were shaking as he scanned through the file. Not thinking he picked up the phone and instantly dialed the ad department at the newspaper, one of the few numbers he knew by heart. When they answered he asked to be connected to the newsroom. He looked back to the computer and found the byline and was ready to ask for Jack Watson.


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – leave

The Handsome Stranger 5

1 – Fluid

2 – Melody

3 – Trap

4 – Flood

5 – Coma

Jerry stood next to the hospital bed and leaned over to give his wife a kiss. She had been in a coma for almost two weeks now following a stroke. Jerry was there by her side from the start of visiting hours until they told him to go home at night.

“I’m going to slip out and get the evening paper Louise. Don’t you miss me too much while I am gone.“ Jerry spoke to his wife all day, believing it would be the way to bring her back. He walked down the hall to the elevators and went to the gift shop in the front of the hospital.

“Has the evening paper arrived yet? he asked the clerk behind the counter. The clerk absently gestured to the newspaper rack and mumbled, “Yeah.”

Jerry returned to Louise’s side and began to read the paper to her, occasionally pausing to hopefully hear a return comment. “Here’s an article from that hunky Jack Watson you like so much. Seems he got a letter from that deranged killer who is still on the loose. I bet you would be furious over the second body that was found by a little kid. Oh wow. It says here that the killer was abandoned by his mom at the age of 5. I don’t understand how someone can be hurt by something like that and turn into a killer… there are so many children of divorce who are perfectly normal. As you would say dear, he is just a little touched.”

Turning the paper to the back page there was a composite drawing of the suspected killer taken from what little they had gotten from surveillance cameras and some witnesses. “You know Louise; these drawings always look like someone you know. I would almost swear this is the guy who used to rent the duplex across the street. He was kind of an odd duck.”


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – coma

The Handsome Stranger 4

1 – Fluid

2 – Melody

3 – Trap

4 – Flood

“Here you go Jack,” the mail clerk said as he dropped the envelope on his desk along with the rest of the mail. It was a large manila envelope with printed labels on it. “Thanks Pete. There always seems to be a flood of mail when the idiots are on the loose.” He was talking about the suspected serial killer that was plaguing the area.

He looked though the stack and stopped when he got to the large envelope. Something about it peaked his interest, maybe just a reporter’s hunch. He opened it carefully and found photographs of the murdered women inside and a three page letter supposedly from the murderer.

He picked up his phone and dialed the editor’s number. “Hello Frank, we’ve got a bombshell. The murderer sent me a package. Do we run with it or do I call the PD?”
“What’s it say?” the editor asked.

“Basically how women have ruined everything these days. Messing with politics, becoming a voice in the media, just a bunch of ranting. He does say they will all pay for how they wronged him. And it is only signed with K.”

“Start up some copy for the late edition and I will call the PD so they can process the envelope. They may block the story but I want something in case they let us run with it.” The editor said.

Jack started writing right away. He outlined how the murderer claimed women were ruining his life as well as every other male. He made sure to word it carefully to not enrage the murderer or terrify the public. Jack was one of the best in the business. He just hit the save button when he saw the officers headed across the newsroom.


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – flood