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Thursday, August 21, 2014

Wednesday Words: Man with a MIssion


The slamming cargo jolted Jim Phelps awake.  In moments, darkness enveloped him.

Damn! This is so classic.  That Mission: Impossible (also known as IMF) Force have screwed me over for the last time!  Apparently the IMF had always had no patience with the slightest infractions.  He refused to remember the shady deals he had made over the years FOR the IMF. 



He caught the rays of light cutting through a rusted metal hole from the corner at the top.  Opening a crate of Speedos , Jim formed a chain of the colorful swimwear and retrieved his “Grappling hook in minutes!” from his secret spy tool belt. Having won First Prize in Grappling Hook Throw at the annual "IMF Olympics", Jim was up and over like a flash.


Later, Jim Phelps perused the sea of cargo crates until he at last spotted his ever-faithful blue convertible with white leather interior.’

As he revved up the powerful engine, his white-blond hair gleamed in the sunlight. 

Tomorrow let’s just see if the CIA has any job openings...


He drove off into the sunset, a man on a mission…a mission only he and his team could appreciate.





Note: Mission Impossible was a risk for Desilu Productions.  It paid off.

Delores at Under the Porchlight has again stymied us all with her six word choices.  SPEEDO?!!  ooooo...  Please check her site out, easily by clicking on the vanishing train tracks.  There you will discover other writers and what they did with SPEEDO.  Delores has also provided a list of rhyming words, which I avoided.  Delores is one talented lady.

Thursday, March 21, 2013


Delores at myfeatherednest posted some Wednesday Words yesterday.  I wrote something in the comment section, and felt silly afterwords.  The words deserved something more, which Delores wrote today.  Simply lovely.

That in mind, I wrote this today.  Hopefully, it will be better.

Piano in Decay: Grand piano left to the elements; near Millstatt, Austria
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Richard ran his fingers lightly along the piano, willing himself to ignore the pain in fragile arthritic fingers.  Had it been so long ago? 

Peeling away the memories of hours spent in solitude at this piano, Richard recalled the joy, the utter joy at playing such a magnificent piano.  

Genius…that was what they called me, then.

The first chord sounded and Richard willed his hands to play the classics once more.