What Ails You

Fever, headache and a cough

I don’t feel well at all

I know it’s more than the flu

So searching I will go

Enter my symptoms

Hit the diagnosis button

And oh my god I knew it

My brain is hemorrhaging

This could be it

Or congestive heart failure

This list goes on and on

… don’t panic

Maybe I should be more specific

Add another symptom or two

Now its surely something horrible

Keep scrolling down

The truth is there somewhere

By later tonight I might die

From a computer diagnosis

Instead of planning my funeral

I guess I will give the doctor a chance

A chance to save me

And give a second opinion

Because even a sliver can look like death

If it is entered right

On a symptom checker


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


Fading Flutters

I know he’s coming.  I can always tell.  It not like I’m psychic or anything.  I just have always been able to tell when he is near.  Mom says it’s because we were meant to be together.  My sister calls me Radar because of it; from that old TV show about the army hospital in Korea.

But I also know he is coming because he is almost always about five minutes early.   He hates to be late.  And tonight will be no different.

It was different though.  I began to be unsure if he was close.  I had felt him coming but now there was none of the usual “flutters” he gave me. Maybe he had to go back for something he forgot and he will call or text soon.  I picked up a magazine to read, but suddenly felt a sharp pain in my side.  It was strong enough I called out in pain.  My mom came to see what was wrong.

“What’s wrong dear?”  She asked as she came into the room.

Clutching my side I gasped and managed to get out, “Something is wrong.  I think it is Tom.”

Mom looked at the clock and said, “it is just now 7 o’clock, he will be here any minute.”

“No,” I said.  “He would have been here five minutes ago, but something is not right.  I need to call him.”  I took out my phone and punched his name.  It rang and ended up in voicemail.  “He is not answering.”  I grasped my side tighter as another pain shot through.

I was panicked, sure this was bad.  Then as suddenly as it started the pain stopped.  I sat up straight again and tried his number again.  It rang once and someone answered, “Hello?”

“Is Tom there please?” I asked the unknown voice.

“This is Sgt. Chris Houge of the Carroll police department.  I’m afraid there has been an accident.”


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


She sees her target

And the dance begins

Each movement with a purpose

Like a spider to a fly

She catches his gaze

She acts shy and turns away

She takes out her lipstick

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And slowly applies it

Blotting the excess on a napkin

She looks his way again

And smiles innocently at him

He is drawn in

And starts to get up

She sees her moment coming

He is going to come to her

Just then a woman is embraced

Into the warmth of his arms

And all she can think is

I wasted my lipstick on him


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

Healing Hope

Thanks to my past loves

My heart has been broken,

But I’ve got a makeshift heart

Put together with pieces of hope.

The shattered shards,

That you left behind,

Can finally beat again.

Now I see a future on the horizon

Where love may still grow.

All I need to resuscitate my heart

Is a boost of confidence,

From someone’s longing glance,

The brush of a hand against mine

Or a shared moment of joy.

He is my cure.

He is waiting for me.

Is he you?


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

Up The Ladder

The meeting was to take place at 1 o’clock.  Kathy dreaded the thought of two hours of nonstop boredom.  But this was a meeting with the West Coast division of advertising, and she knew she wanted to move up at the agency.  Putting on a good show at this meeting would give her good brownie points.  She had already put in 11 years of hard work and knew it was just a matter of time before she either moved up or moved on.

The intercom buzzed and her secretary said, “The meeting starts in 8 minutes, you better go now.”


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

Are You Ready

Sam turned to the doorway and yelled, “Did you get the gift order done yet?  I want that done before we leave tonight.”

David was sitting at his computer and he hated when she yelled across the house to him.  Would it kill her to walk over here and talk to him?  “I am at Amazon as we speak,” he yelled back to her reluctantly.  As he scrolled through the pages of golf gift, he thought to himself, “I should just order something for me too.  She will never notice.”

Just then she popped into the doorway, “I’ll be ready in 3 minutes, how is the order coming,” she asked.

“Just getting to the right page,” he said worried she knew he had been looking for himself.  He blushed slightly and sighed, getting back to the golf gift for Sam’s Dad.

Sam popped back into the doorway announcing she was ready.  “And how about you?  Are you ready?”

David clicked a few keys on the computer and said, “Just checking for the confirmation email.”

“Good, now take me out to dinner, you handsome man.”  And with that they walked out of the room.


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


As the sunlight fades

The shadows grow deeper

And my demons

Try to take over

Telling me I’m no good

No one cares

And I just bring pain

To those I love

I tell myself to beware

Those demons speak lies

Twist up my thoughts

And leave me broken

Tonight as the shadows grow

I must try to stay strong

Stronger than the darkness

That haunts my nights


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