Stories · Three Line Tales · Uncategorized · whatever!

Mom’s Magic

Three Line Tales Week 36

photo by Shaun Hollowaytltweek39

Mom’s Magic

He watched with wide-eyed wonder as his mom cut off the top of the pumpkin and scooped out the insides and then carved a funny face on it. When she told him they would be eating the gooey stuff and seeds his wonder turned to worry because even though his mom was really smart and he trusted her more than anybody that mess didn’t look like something people should eat. The next day when he got home from kindergarten and saw and smelled the pie and roasted seeds he knew his mom wasn’t just smart; she could do magic too, like making wonderful things from pumpkin guts.

Click here to read other Tales

Diversions · Five Sentence Fiction · Two Shoes Tuesday · Umbrella

The Umbrella Tree…

 I am linking to Two Shoes Tuesday, the prompt this week is,

And linking to Five Sentence Fiction, the prompt is,

umbrella tree2

Like all children sometimes she thought life was just too complicated and confusing. What always helped her work out the puzzle of life was to go down the road to her magic place under the old Umbrella tree. She would sit there and let her mind wander where it would and before long the complexities and confusion would seem smaller and less troublesome. She was no longer a child but at times life still seemed an impossible puzzle and she would seek a diversion to help her recapture the contentment and tranquility that had slipped away. That’s why today she finds herself walking down the road to the Umbrella tree where she will sit and let her mind wander and soon all the pains and problems of life will ease and the magic place will soothe her soul.

Click on the badge to see what others have written
Click on the badge to see what others have written

Click on the shoes to see what others have to say.
Click on the shoes to see what others have to say.

A to Z Challenge 2014 · memories · non-fiction · Uncategorized

E is for escalators and elevators…

E4PThere was a little girl who
loved to go downtown with her Gramma.

They would take the bus from Gramma’s  apartment
to the transit station and get on a train.

The train would take them to the center of the city.
They would have a fine time shopping and having lunch.

The only thing was

Gramma always wanted to take the escalator
to go up and down in the stores.


Gramma didn’t like elevators because
they made her stomach go flip-flop.

They sometimes made the little girl’s stomach flip-flop.
But she still wanted to take the elevator.

Escalators were boring;  just stairs that moved.

Elevators were magical.

The elevator doors open and there is a little room.
You get in the little room and the doors close.
The little room goes up or down…you tell it which way to go.
When the elevator doors open again you are in a different place.


Click on badge to see other A to Z Posts
Click on badge to see other A to Z Posts

Image escalator: pixabay
mage elevator: flickr-jayson trevino

Monday · musings · speculation · Uncategorized

Monday, using my imagination…

A suggestion made by the folks at WordPress Daily Challenge was, “if you had a magic tree what would it be?” I am not taking part in the Daily Post Challenge thing but this prompt for a possible post did get my imagination  working. 

If I had a magic tree it would be a Wish Fruit Tree. It would be a beautiful tree, tall and willowy and strong.  It would bear fruit all year long but different fruit in the different seasons.  In Spring, it would have rather small pink fruit and light green leaves, Summer, there would be big red fruit and dark green leaves, Fall, the fruit would be sort of like walnuts but orange and not with hard shells and the leaves would be big and brown, and in Winter there would be tiny green berries and no leaves.

You could pick the fruit and make a wish and when you ate the fruit your wish would come true. Cool, huh?

There would be one little catch to the Wish Fruit, though.  If you made a good wish, one that wasn’t selfish but encouraged or blessed someone, you would have a sweet taste in your mouth forever, or until your next wish.  If you made a hateful nasty wish that would bring about harm to anyone, you would have a bitter taste in your mouth until you made restitution

It would be important to be careful in what you wished for; the sweet taste would last until the next good wish, but the bitter taste would not go away until the bad wish was made right, even if you made a good wish the next time you picked the fruit.

So, the tree would be beautiful and fruitful all the time. The Wish Fruit Tree would not grow in private yards or in fenced places; it would be wild and found only by accident. Once you stumbled upon it you could not tell anyone where it was, everyone has to find it on their own.  If you told someone, or heaven forbid, made the location known for profit, the tree would die and you would have a bitter taste in your mouth and bad breath for the rest of your life.

Today, I think my imagination is in good shape…


thankfulness · Thursday · Uncategorized

Thursday, magical gift…

Today I went to the library.  I love books so the library has a special place in my life.  I have had a library card since I was six years old.  I would be very sad if there was not a library close to where I live.  In fact, one of the things I look for if I am going to move is how close the library is to where I will be living.  I don’t think I would move to a place if the library was too far away.

To me books are magical and libraries are places to find the magic.  I love the feel of a book in my hands. I like the feel and sound of the pages turning. I like all the different type faces and fonts and the different kinds  and colors of paper.  I read all the pages, the acknowledgements and thank you’s, the page that tells you what other books the author has written, the blurbs about the book,  even the page the publisher puts in with all the legal stuff.

There are people who do not have library cards.  There are people who haven’t been to a library since high school, and some since before then, if ever.  There are people who never read and they are fine with it;  they don’t like to read.  That amazes and saddens me.

Books are not just for education, although, I don’t think I have ever read a book I didn’t learn something from.  It’s true that sometimes all  I learn is that I didn’t like the book.  If I read another book by that author and don’t like it I pretty much stay away from that writer’s books.  That’s worth knowing.  There are so many wonderful books and authors I know I like, and so many new authors, why waste time on what you know you don’t enjoy.

Maybe those that don’t like to read never read anything but text books or books assigned and never found what speaks to them in books.  Maybe they were never encouraged to read just for pleasure, without pressure to remember every sentence and nuance, without the sense that if they “didn’t get it” they failed.  Those that don’t like to read don’t know how to go somewhere without leaving their chair.  They don’t know how to get lost in their imaginations.  I am sad for them.

I remember the first big word I learned.  It was in first grade and the word was umbrella–eight letters long!

I remember my third grade teacher. In the afternoon after recess she would turn the classroom lights off and we would put our heads on our desks and she would read.  She was a great reader!  She made the words magical.  She made me want to have that magic for my own.  What a gift she gave me.

Maybe those people who don’t like to read and don’t have library cards don’t believe in magic.  But  if they don’t read how can they know  about the magic?  More importantly why were they never given the gift of the magic?  Or was thy gift offered and they refused it?  Now I really am sad or maybe mad.

I am thankful today that my teacher  gave me the gift of loving books.  I am thankful that my daddy, every week until I was old enough to go by myself,  took me to the library.  I am thankful that both my parents were readers and didn’t have the TV on all the time.