Dances in the Dark

 

“This vegetarian lifestyle really sucks,” Dina sighed, tugging at the weeds surrounding peas, tomatoes, and beans.

Dewy leaves now were dried in midday sun. Dina stretched and arched her back, standing to look around fields. People and friend were just like her, hard at work on summer harvest.  What life had been when all of this began…

Oh, the times Dina relished when she had whirled around nightly fires, sparks rising up into a black sky.  Fairies had danced upon her fingertips and elves had woven rainbows through her hair. Dina had laughed, swirling and loving all in a colorful world.

Now hippy life and love appeared less and less meaningful after three years. The world now was black and white, the fires less, and fairies gone.  Dropping the clumps of weeds to the ground, Dina strode along the damp earth. I am outta here.

All things come to an end.


The underlined bold italicized words are this Wednesday's Words.  Hope you enjoyed how they were used. This comes from 2015. This was fun, but then, hippies had way more fun than I did in college. 

One Piece at a Time

 Johnny Cash is a headliner at our house. He was a talented man, one who gave rather than take.

That a given, what do most people listen to when his music appears.? Here are two of mine:

One piece at a time

Our oldest granddaughter will be 17 in a month or two. There is much talking and planning about a car for sometime soon. Her father would love putting a car like this together. Mommy? Not so much.

And then there is this song: Hurt. This is almost painful to hear and understand. Johnny Cash is old, and the lines on his face tell a lot.  The voice says more.

Hurt by Nine Inch Nails

When the leaders of Nine inches nails were blown away by his interpretation, they said  "It's his song now".

Just a side note about  One Piece at a Time.  One fellow blogger and friend loves vintage vehicles, http://shipslog-jack.blogspot.com/  He is a good storyteller. Look him up!

Windmill of Lies

 

windmill blades
for sale as wall art

Danny burst through his apartment door, staggering and dripping from rain.  He tore at his clothing, wanting only to strip down naked.  He wanted to be cold, so cold that every part of his body shivered. Freezing cold. Numb.

Danny had flown headfirst into a relationship with Kerry, lovely lovely Kerry. Then he quickly discovered Kerry was superb at creating an intricate windmill of lies. Each lie swirled and whirled, each spreading in the wind.

These were so preposterous, linked together with a weaver's skill. Each lie was more elaborate than previous ones. Only Kerry could make her deception an art form.

Yes, Danny wanted to shiver, freeze to escape Kerry's windmill.

WedWords were first created years ago by Delores.  She did great battles with her computer and took time off.  Other bloggers have taken up the baton.