For Saturday six word stories.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: smirk.
Visiting friends in Wisconsin in August, we were taken on an evening quick tour of the University of Wisconsin, Madison. There are multiple decorated statues of Bucky Badger on campus. Is the expression a smile or smirk or serious?
I’m a badger too.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: slippery.
The front rocks at the lake slope down into the water. The rocks are terrifically slick when it first rains.
They are also slick when we try to step into the lake to swim.
We invented a new way to get in this year. On the edge of the water, go forward a bit and then…
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: crepuscule.
Honestly, my brain wants to mix it up with corpuscle. The poet part of my brain wants to play with both words and is thinking about creepy twilight stories more appropriate to next month. With characters wearing crepe, creeping around, carping about corpses. This is sounding more and more like a Charles Addams cartoon.
“Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade,
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell:
Hark! now I hear them,—ding-dong, bell.”
Ariel in Act 1 Scene 2 of the Tempest
For Ragtag Daily Prompt: fathom.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: slapdash. I can’t think of a photograph of something I want to call slapdash. It feels judgemental today, unless it’s something of mine, and that feels vulnerable. And then I start thinking about the sky…..
Is this a careless sky?
Were the angels in a hurry when they painted it?
Did the clouds come out as heaven wanted?
There is nothing slapdash about the sky.
I have been posting lots of photographs of the color of water at Lake Matinenda, but I have water at home too. This is an early morning on my way to work. The boats were gathering for the Wooden Boat Festival and the sun was just above the horizon.