What Price Friendship?

today I’m responding to the Writer’s Digest April PAD Challenge, which is to start a poem — and title it — What —. (You fill in the blank and go from there. So here’s my response, derived from an incident in my early working days.

What Price Friendship?

A WWI vet in our care home,
gassed in the trenches,
in sad shape but hanging on
kind of lonely, ready for someone
to take an interest in him.

Then you started working,
befriended the old guy.
Chatty, friendly, living nearby,
you could pop over anytime
to visit, laugh at his jokes.

Always glad to run an errand,
share a drink – or two or three.
He enjoyed your visits
so much, told us you were
like a daughter to him.

In time the old man passed;
his family came to arrange
his funeral — and were shocked
when they discovered
Dad’s bank account drained.
What!? When? Who
had taken Dad to the bank?
An unsolved mystery.

Funny thing. Later I recalled
you telling me about some
lonely old fellow on the block
where you once lived, how
you’d become such good friends.
When he died, he left you
all his earthy goods.
After all, he had no one else.

And I wondered…


Here’s my second attempt at a verse that goes up by a syllable each line, then down the same way. And since this one maxes at ten, according to Dale it’s a double etheree. This was quite a bit of fun to work out. 🙂

No dough.
laughs in my face!
ATMs spit out
their paper tongues at me.
“Balance at zero now, dude.
Deposit more funds if you hope
to get any more cash out of me.
It seems your account’s overdrawn – again.”
“Well I would if I could, believe me!
I’m a starving author you know – 
earnings don’t match my outgo,
insensate ATM!
Just one more twenty.
My wallet’s so
Image: Htc Erl — Pixabay

Our National Debt

The Bloganuary question today: If you had a billion US dollars, how would you spend it?

I’m not going to figure how many dollars Canadian that would be, but I did a search for how much Canada’s National debt is. Here’s the answer I found:
The total financial liabilities or gross debt of the Canadian consolidated provincial, territorial and local governments (PTLG) was $1,460 billion in 2021 (the fiscal year ending 31 March 2022.)

My billion dollars US should cover that. I live in the best country in the world and it’s been good to me. I’d be happy to pay something back.

Now, wouldn’t my fellow citizens love me if I’d pay off the national debt? Well, maybe they wouldn’t–or only briefly–but it would definitely benefit our country and every citizen indirectly. So that’s probably the best use I could make of such an enormous sum. To hold that much privately and decide how to spend it would be the biggest headache ever.

Okay, I’d probably keep some for personal use and donations. Maybe a million or two. 😉

Doodling Doesn’t Pay

It’s time to post another Six Sentence Story, so here’s my response to this week’s prompt word BOOK. Six Sentence Stories is a writing prompt posted by GIRLIEONTHEEDGE; participants link their tales through Inlinkz

Doodling Doesn’t Pay

I’ll admit that I’ve always been a scribbler and doodler. Though I do most of my scribbling in a sketchbook especially for that purpose, any sudoku or puzzle book — or even scrap paper — that happens to be near at hand when the urge hits me gets some kind of decoration. With all these bits of doodling through the years, I’ve become quite a mediocre artist.

However, my dear husband wasn’t happy with me at the breakfast table this morning when, wanting to try out my newest gel pan, I grabbed and scribbled on a slip of paper lying on the table. I thought it was the perfect size but I really should have paid more attention, as it turned out to be a cheque he received from a customer and was going to deposit in our account today. Artwork or not, he says he can’t deposit it looking like this.

Pedestrian Cares

It’s time to post my response to the Six Sentence Story prompt, where the given word was MUNDANE

All Those Pedestrian Cares

“Hey Dad, my pal Abby just sold me his old Honda, so I wanna see if Tianna will go with me and we’ll split from this Dullsville, all these stifling rules and restrictions, and go see the world.”

“So you think you can head out, just you two, and live a free and easy life on the road? What about food, clothes, a roof over your head when it rains– all those mundane things your mother and I are now supplying?”

“We can crash in campgrounds where it’s safe; for gas and food money I can probably do the pedestrian stuff for awhile, pick up a little work here and there along the way.”

“Tires and repairs can be costly, you know – and if you should happen to have a baby you’ll need baby food, diapers, clothes.”

“Actually, Dad, I was hoping you’d let me have a credit card, too – me being your son and all.”

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