It’s time for another Crimson’s Creative Challenge
Every Wednesday she posts a photo (the one below) and bloggers can respond with something CREATIVE:
- An answering photo
- A cartoon
- A joke
- A caption
- An anecdote
- A short story (flash fiction)
- A poem
- A newly minted proverb, adage or saying
- An essay
- A song—the lyrics or the performance
She gives only two criteria:
- Your creative offering is indeed yours
- Your writing is kept to 150 words or less
I’ve read various reports lately about statues coming down because of their association with past evil. While I understand this principle and don’t find fault with it, I recall what a wise man often told his children back in the early 1900s. Once people get started, will they know where to stop? Which gave the “seed” for this tale:
Another One Comes Down
“Here by this door,” Alix pointed. “Great place for another charge.”
Tonya eyed the structure. “Isn’t this overdoing things? I mean…”
“No way! These temples of opulent indulgence were built on the suffering of starving peasants, slaving to pay crushing rent to greedy lords. And think of all the wars plotted here…the blood shed to defend this place.”
“True. But still…the tourist revenue.”
“Money has triumphed over human rights too long,” Alix declared. “Just think of the debauchery that went on behind these walls. Lecherous nobs forcing themselves on helpless servant girls; wives enduring philandering husbands; unwanted babies hustled away to a nunnery; thousands of daughters pressured into wretched marriages to forge political alliances. And tourists are worshipping all this evil!”
“Not exactly. It’s the history…”
“Right! All these castles are coming down.”
Tonya shook her head. Didn’t Grandpa always say, “There’s no moderation in the human race”?
Crispina has issued her latest creative writing challenge: CCC #81
“Every Wednesday I post a photo (this week it’s that one above.)
You respond with something CREATIVE.”
To see the rules and get the image, CLICK HERE.
And here’s the photo that will inspire us this week:
And here’s my response:
ROWING WITH THE FLOW
“Row, row, row your boat, gently down the stream…”
“Oh, Mom. You always come up with those silly little songs. No matter what you see, you have to sing about it.”
“That’s because I’m so old. I’ve heard many songs in my life. It’s all about triggers, my girl. When you get to be my age, you’ll understand.”
Melissa rolled her eyes.
“Actually, I wish we were rowing down this stream instead of walking beside it. Wouldn’t that be lovely?”
“Yeah. Let’s rent a paddle-boat and do it sometime. I’d go for an espresso right now, though…and there’s a Coffee Kicks two blocks ahead.” Melissa pointed, then sang the latest Coffee Kicks jingle.
Realizing what she’d done, Melissa wailed, “Oh, no – it’s happening already! I’m becoming just like my mother.”
“And your grandma. Where do you think I got it from?”
Melissa sighed. “I’m doomed.”
Crimson’s Creative Challenge #64
Plus this morning’s Word of the Day: ASTONISHMENT
and Your Daily Word prompt: DEFINE
“And what’s this?”Amy walked toward the metal sculpture.
Carl studied the thing. “Rather hard to define.”
“You said it!”
“Perhaps it represents some animal,” Carl suggested. “Yes! It’s meant to be an elephant.”
“A six-legged elephant?”
“One prong’s the trunk and one’s the tail.”
Amy sniffed. “But no body.”
“Sculptor ran out of metal?”
Just then the curator joined them. “I see you’ve discovered our war memorial.”
“War memorial?” Carl eyed the sculpture. “Not an elephant, then?”
Her eyes opened in astonishment. “Elephant! My good man…”
“A war memorial,” Amy repeated.
“Quite right. Commemorates British-Danish joint efforts in the Battle of Copenhagen. Isn’t it brilliant?”
Some other tourists were beckoning so the woman left them to ponder the curious representation.
“I was right about animals,” Carl declared. “It must represent Mark Anthony’s “loosing the dogs of war.”
“But one’s missing two legs,” Amy protested.
“War does that.”
Here’s this week’s Crimson’s Creative Challenge photo prompt, which you will find over at Crispina Kemp’s blog, if you’d like to take part. My response to this lovely scene shall illustrate the humanity of the young attenders.
beams through the stained glass
gum under the pews
Here’s my response to Crimson’s Creative Challenge #40. A bit of nonsense maybe, but I had fun imagining where this trail might take a person. 🙂
Can This Be The Yellow Brick Road?
“You need to follow the yellow brick road,” someone told me. “That’s where your dreams will all come true.”
I googled yellow brick road and it brought up an album by Elton John. It appears his dream has come true, but I was actually hoping for a successful career on Wall Street.
So I programmed the navigation system in my car for “yellow brick road” and followed the voice carefully. However, when the synthetic lady told me to head west on County Road #64, a narrow lane, I got a bit nervous. What kind of career awaits me out here in the boonies?
I abandoned the car when the country road morphed into Shady Trail. After a thirty-minute hike I’m seeing a shining path ahead, but it doesn’t look like yellow bricks. Still, I kind of like the peace and quiet here. Perhaps I’ll become a famous naturalist.