Monthly Archives: May 2016

Lonely Heart’s Club

Published May 19, 2016 in Jimmy , LA Stories - 0 Comments
"Some people are destined to never find love." he said at age 14. Soon he met a young lady who wore flower printed dresses. Together they drank cheap wine behind the bleachers and ran around the football field like maniacs. "I really need to stop smoking" , he said, as she threw her arms around him.

A 55 word story about teenage love. Sweet kid, that Jimmy.

“Some people are destined to never find love.” he said at age 14.

Soon he met a young lady who wore flower printed dresses.

Together they drank cheap wine behind the bleachers and ran around the football field like maniacs.

“I really need to stop smoking” , he said, as she threw her arms around him.

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Bless Jimmy’s heart. He really is a sweet kid. Wondering about the parents, of course. Some kids just get started early. The youth of today ain’t what it youth to be.

Minimalist Pack Rat

Published May 19, 2016 in On Writing - 0 Comments

I only save the important things Reflections, dreams and things to remember her by. There's clutter, but it's intentional. There's piles, but they're strategic. Always a method to the mess. I can let go. But I don't, just in case. What if the need arises? I'll be ready and inspiration will be quick and merciless.

I only save the important things

Reflections, dreams and things to remember her by.

There’s clutter, but it’s intentional.

There’s piles, but they’re strategic.

Always a method to the mess.

I can let go.

But I don’t,  just in case.

What if the need arises?

I’ll be ready and inspiration will be quick and merciless.

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This story is pure fiction. My office looks nothing like that. I’m very organized, almost pathologically so. I don’t have any piles, I always put away my laundry and I’m great at throwing things away. I even make my bed. No hoarding tendencies, at all.

Wait A Minute

Published May 18, 2016 in Barbosa - 0 Comments
What child really likes living on the run? Sure, it was non-stop action and there were times when they had fun, but they could never build freindships or a foundation. Instead developing rather dubious skills. As dear old Dad was running his game. Barbosa wanted to do something and decided bowling was tonight's feildtrip.

A 55 word story about children living on the run. Asking what kind of life is that?

What child really likes living on the run?

Sure, it was non-stop action and there were times when they had fun,

but they could never build friendships or a foundation.

Developing rather dubious skills.

Especially when dear old Dad is running his game.

Barbosa wanted to do something and decided bowling was the thing.

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Picking up the thread of the comment that the kids didn’t really care and they liked living on the run. That’s Barbosa’s craziness.

It wasn’t all root beer floats and cotton candy.

 

Knuckle Schmuck

Published May 18, 2016 in LA Stories - 0 Comments

Because knuckle head is not quite insulting enough. Knuckle schmucks are just complete putzes. Worthy of contempt. The mindless, clueless men (and women) who populate the world of government jobs and bureaucracy. "The knuckle schmuck at the DMV." The Post Office is a breeding ground for knuckle schmucks." Was he bitter? In a word, yes.

Because knucklehead is not quite insulting enough.

Knuckle schmucks are just complete putzes.

Worthy of our contempt.

The mindless, clueless men (and) women who populate the world of government jobs and bureacracy.

“The knuckle schmucks at the DMV.”

“The post office is a breeding ground for knuckle schmucks.”

Was he biter?

In a word, yes.

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I thought this was an absurdly funny insult.

Language is a living thing. It’s always changing and evolving. Sometimes you need to develop new terms to describe things.

Another thing that’s important, in my humble opinion, is that when you introduce something that it gets introduced for a reason.

We’ll be using this term again. And we’ll let you know who “he” is.

But until then, you may want to try it on for size. Or not.

Foot Loose

Published May 18, 2016 in LA Stories - 0 Comments
All the women in his life were inclined to run walk. Mother, sister, girlfriend. They all shot down the street like track stars. Reuben just liked to mosey. Take his sweet time and drag his feet. His soles were worn from shuffling down the sidewalk. Meanwhile they all chatted and laughed their way up ahead.

A 55 word story about a man who walks much slower than the women in his life. He always ends up at the back of the group.

All the women in his life were inclined to run walk.

Mother, sister, girlfriend.

They all shot down the street like track stars.

Rueben liked to mosey.

Take is sweet time and drag his feet.

His soles were worn from shuffling down the sidewalk.

Meanwhile, they all chatted and laughed their way up ahead.

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Thought this was a funny idea.

All the women in his life walk really fast, but Reuben doesn’t.

In fact, he’s so determined to walk slowly that his shoes are worn from shuffling.

I haven’t decided if we’ll hear from Reuben again or if this is the sum total of his existence here at Story 55.

You could always chime in if you’d like to see him fleshed out a bit more.

The Dog Rescuer

Published May 18, 2016 in LA Stories - 0 Comments
Well intentioned, but not that skilled. The mid-sized terrier was a project. Very attentive, and a bit out of control. On the first day, lots of commands and growling. During their walk, one hand was bandaged and couldn't hold the leash. Saw him again yesterday. "Not that bad", he smiled sheepishly, limping down the sidewalk.

A 55 word story about a man who is not very good at training his dog. He ends up getting the worst of their interaction.

Well intentioned, but not that skilled.

The mid-sized terrier was a project.

Very attentive, and a bit out of control.

On the first day, lots of commands and growling.

During their walk, one hand was bandaged and couldn’t hold the leash.

Saw him again yesterday.

“Not that bad”, he smiled sheepishly, limping down the sidewalk.

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This guy isn’t the Dog Whisperer, he’s the Dog rescuer.

The reality is that not everybody can be Cesar Milan.

Some people want to be, but don’t really know what they’re doing.

And there are consequences when the little guy bites.

Live and learn…ouch!

The Outsider

Published May 16, 2016 in Barbosa - 0 Comments
Born in a country he never knew. To a father he never saw. Given a name that wasn't his. Of course Barbosa never felt like he belonged. Everywhere he went he was a visitor. Married once, but never again, the children didn't really care. Liked living on the run. His crimes were just accidental opportunities.

A 55 word story about a man named Barbosa who is an immigrant. He feels like a man without a country.

Born in a country he never knew.

To a father he never saw.

Given a name that wasn’t his.

Of course Barbosa never felt like he belonged.

Everywhere he went he was a visitor.

Married once, but never again,

the children didn’t really care.

Liked living on the run.

His crimes were just accidental opportunities.

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Barbosa has nothing to lose and he behaves accordingly.

In this piece, I’m experimenting with a more abstract image.

Taken with a older technology digital camera.

Weekend Update

Published May 16, 2016 in LA Stories - 0 Comments
The mockingbird gave the morning report. Ravens were here, 3 of them. Not to be trusted. That fat squirrel was in the avocados again. Such a slob. Someone used a chain saw, loud and selfish. Noisy family of finches invaded the big fiscus tree. Sounded like three hundred of them. More news in 5 minutes.

A 55 word story about a mockingbird who is like the animal version of the local newscaster.

The mockingbird gave the morning report.

Ravens were here, 3 of them.

Not to be trusted.

That fat squirrel was in the avocados again.

Such a slob.

Someone used a chain saw, loud and selfish.

Noisy family of finches invaded the big fiscus tree.

Sounded like three hundred of them.

More news in 5 minutes.

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This is a meditation on the animal characters in an urban neighborhood.

They populate the yard and garden.

The mockingbird is a natural story teller.

If you listen carefully you can hear her imitating the many other animal and human sounds.

She’s the block’s news anchor.

Not Exactly Penelope

Published May 16, 2016 in Ruth - 0 Comments
Plenty of suitors. Whom she delighted in tormenting. And putting to work. Ed invented his own math, and she said "Rake leaves and pull dandelions." Sal, who she called "Salad", was instructed to paint the mud room. George, the abstract painter, fixed the roof just outside her bedroom. She laughed and abruptly closed the blinds.

A 55 word story about a woman named Ruth who has lots of suitors whom she loves to torment.

Plenty of suitors.

Whom she delighted in tormenting.

And putting to work.

Ed invented his own math, and she said “Rake leaves and pull dandelions.”

Sal, who she called “Salad”, was instructed to paint the mud room.

George, the abstract painter, fixed the roof just outside her bedroom.

She laughed and abruptly closed the blinds.

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In Homer’s Odyssey, Penelope was Odysseus’ wife.

When he was off having adventures and taking forever to get home, she had many suitors ready to take his place.

She never gave up hope and remained faithful.

And she also came up with various clever schemes to delay the suitors.

In this story, we meet Ruth.

She’s a bit playfully sadistic and we don’t yet know what became of her Odysseus.

Stay tuned.

Oneness

Published May 16, 2016 in LA Stories , On Writing - 0 Comments
It's so simple. The only thing is the one thing. All the busy work and multi-tasking. They just distract you. So, be singularly focused on your one thing. Then you'll be one with everything you need. That's the secret. The hard part is recognizing the one thing. And having faith that it will deliver you.

A 55 word story describing the virtue of discovering your one thing. That thing that you will master.

It’s so simple.

The only thing is the one thing.

All the busy work and multi-tasking.

They just distract you.

So, be singularly focused on your one thing.

Then you’ll be one with everything you need.

That’s the secret.

The hard part is recognizing the one thing.

And having faith that it will deliver you.

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55 word stories is my one thing. But you probably figured that out already.