My life has been continually plagued by numbers.

In school, my teachers were amazed at how easily I worked math problems.

For many years now, I’ve just let them lead me wherever they would take me.

I was born on March 13, which is no biggie, but it is interesting that 313 can be read the same way backwards. That seems to only impress me.

Tired of my life behind a desk, and in search of adventure, a place in a travel brochure caught my eye, Athabasca Falls. Looking at the location coordinates, of course, to my surprise when I added them up, they totaled 313. I knew destiny was pointing me to that place.

flash fiction writing prompt gorge at Athabasca Falls copyright KS Brooks
Copyright K. S. Brooks

I thought I heard something over the roar of the falling water. She touched my sleeve, “Isn’t this marvelous?”

I turned to see something even more spectacular. In that instant, my mouth got ahead of my brain, “Yes, it is, but not as spectacular as you.” Neither of us could look at the falls for several moments. Her smile was gorgeous too.

Two years later, we are back here on our honeymoon, and both are even more spectacular.

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A Teddy Bear’s Promise

A Teddy Bear’s Promise

©  2018  Dick C. Waters


I’ve never had a name, but I promise to love the name you give me.

Some of your friends will come and go, but I promise to be your best friend, for as long as you will have me.

I will never desert you, but if you want me to leave, I promise I will go without any complaints.

I promise to be there to listen, when you need someone to talk to.

I promise to listen to your most-guarded secrets.

I promise to never tell anyone what you told me.

I promise to greet you with a smile when you come into the room.

I also promise to never upset you.

If you ever need to let the tears flow, I promise to be there to catch them.

When you are cold, I will do my best to warm you, and keep you warm.

If you need a hug, or need to hug someone, I will always be there.

If no one will dance with you, I promise to be your partner.

I promise to keep my eyes open at night, so you can close yours.

I promise to watch you grow.

I can’t say I love you, but if you look into my eyes, I promise they will tell you how much I do.

When you find that special someone in your life, I promise not to be jealous.




Because that is what best friends do!

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SOUND BAR Connection with Amazon Fire TV Connection

After buying a Samsung UHD 4k TV, I learned my cable company doesn’t support 4K programming, but the Amazon Fire TV does transmit in 4K. However, when I connected the optical cable from the TV to the sound bar, the TV would play through it, but the Amazon Fire TV box would not. It was quite an issue getting my sound bar to play with my new Fire TV box. After trying to get a help center to resolve the issue, I tried many things and put this instruction sheet together so I could repeat the process.
Not being technical and not getting much help, I thought it might help at least one other person. If it does…great. If there is a better solution I would like to know about it and I’m sure from my research many people are having similar problems.

“Robin Hoods Barn solution”

Note: To listen to regular TV, but with Sound Bar sound – Select OPT (Optical) on Sound Bar controller.

Turn on Sound Bar with Sound Bar Controller (POWER), and hit BT (Blue Tooth) – blue light blinks
Turn on TV
Get to Cox programming – (Use Cox Controller and hit “Input” button to get to HDMI 1 “Unknown”)
Use Samsung TV controller:
Press Home Button (looks like a house)
Press left direction button 3 or 4 times to get to “Source”
Press up direction button to get to “Connection Guide”
Go down to “Audio Device”
Press right direction button over to column and get to “Bluetooth” and select, then wait
Sound Bar Device shows – Hit center button to “Select” Then hit “Connect”, then “OK”
Go to “Close” and select (Blue light on Sound Bar is now solid)
Hit reverse arrow button 3 times to get out of those screens.

Use Cox Controller – hit “Input” button to select “Amazon Fire TV” (HDMI 2)

Use Amazon TV Fire box controller – hit reverse arrow button to wake up Fire TV Box
Use Amazon TV Fire controller to select what to watch and then play movie

Note: Sound Bar Sound will now be controlled by Cox Controller’s Volume button
(Hit or hold down UP or Down arrows to increase or decrease volume)

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Until recently, I had been heading in the wrong direction. Everything I loved, had been taken away from me. Consequently, I took out my anger on my friends. They weren’t to blame, but I had to transfer the pain. They didn’t understand, and I’m not sure I understood myself.

I was about to let all the pain go, but someone, or something intervened. It was the middle of the night and I had one leg up on the bridge railing.

“Are you stretching?” she asked, coming to a sudden stop.

“Why? What is it to you?”

“That was very nasty.”

She had a confused look on her face and started to resume her run. “Wait.”


“It is the middle of the night, what are you doing out so late?”

“Why? What is it to you?”

“Okay, we’re even. I’m sorry. My name is Adam, thanks for stopping. What is yours?” Even in the limited bridge lighting I could see her expression change dramatically, and her eyes glisten.

She turned and suddenly gripped the railing with both hands, starting to rock back and forth.

“I said I was sorry, but recently my life has turned to crap…I didn’t mean to take it out on you, too.” She turned and studied me for the longest time. I could see the tears rolling down her cheeks. Finally, I saw someone more in pain than myself. I didn’t even know her, but I wanted to comfort her.

When she turned so quickly I thought she was going to hurdle the railing. Holding onto the railing so tightly her knuckles were white. “You’re in my spot.”


“I said, you’re in my spot.”

“I don’t understand.”

She turned and I could see her blue eyes shedding tears like rain. “One of us tonight is an angel, and I’m not sure whether it is me, or you.” She looked up at the night sky. “I lost my brother two weeks ago. Right here…right where you are standing. I came here tonight to join him, but you were in my spot.”

“Misery loves company.” I could see her shaking, but it wasn’t a cold night. I don’t quite know why, but I opened my arms and she fell into them. Soon, we were both sobbing. I felt a new purpose, and I wanted to protect her.

Eve and I have fallen madly in love and have a new purpose to innervate each other. We are training for a marathon in memory of her brother, who used to be a long-distance runner, but came back from overseas missing a leg.

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The Ugly Reindeer

Young Moose
Connecticut Lakes, New Hampshire
Photo by K.S. Brooks
Maurice is a moose who thinks he’s a reindeer. Of course, the reindeer will have none of it and ridicule him to no end.
But one Christmas Eve, a bout of Reindeer flu immobilizes Santa’s herd…
By Dick Waters
Mo would watch the reindeer playing, but he was never invited.
Each night he would sleep alone and silently say his prayers. He wondered if tomorrow would be different. Each day he woke and hoped today would be the day they would welcome him.
The hardest time of the year was when the Claus’s would review the herd to pick those who would pull the magic sleigh He was always in the back, trying to get far enough away so he wouldn’t be reminded he was Mo the monster.
Since there was a flurry of activity with the elves working extra hours to complete their projects, Mo knew it was that time again.
Mr. Claus rang the bell to announce the important selection process. Mo noticed the reindeer moving slowly to the snow-covered field instead of the usual stampede. When Mr. Claus asked for volunteers, not one reindeer moved forward. Even the reindeer with the red nose looked sickly.
The Clauses seemed concerned.
Finally, one by one, each reindeer moved to create a path leading to Mo.
The rest is history, or maybe just folk lore. However, those that observed the single giant reindeer pulling the sleigh commented that the presents seemed larger that year.
Things were never the same. When the reindeer picked their teams for play, Mo was always picked first. Mo realized that over time they called him Maurice, and wondered if it was because they truly thought he was nice.

[Note: Published in the Indies Unlimited 2012 Flash Fiction Anthology]

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Title: See All

“I see it.”
“What do you see?”
“What you are looking for.”
“How do you know what I am looking for?”
“That is very obvious.”
“I can’t believe I am talking to a giraffe.”
“I can’t believe you are either.”
“You’re a turkey.”
“You’re not one to talk, and I am not a turkey.”
“Do you have a name?”
“You can call me Dude. What do they call you?”
“The tribe calls me OG.”
“Oh, I’ve heard stories about you.”
“What stories?”
“You know the ones – you are bad luck, how none of the tribe will hunt with you, and some other ones that are funny.”
“Aren’t you afraid I could kill you?”
“No, not really.”
“Why is that?”
“Please…I heard you are not a great hunter. You’re not even carrying a weapon.”
“So, what am I looking for?”
“A better question is why are those lady hunters tracking you?”
“What lady hunters?”
“I can see them in the bushes over there.”
“Are they carrying spears?”
“No. I don’t think they want to kill you. They’re smiling.”
“How can you be sure?”
“They have what you lost.”
“What did I lose?”
“What you’re looking for!”
“Come on Dude…why are you laughing?”
“They just threw what you lost up in that tree. Look.”
“Why would they do that?”
“I think they want you to climb the tree to get it back.”
“I’ll just make another.”
“Really? That should add some funny stories about OG the naked hunter.”

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Before It’s Too Late


A little history:

I never knew my real father. I knew who he was, but he left my mother shortly after I was born. My mother married again when I was ten. My stepdad was a man’s man and although uncomfortable at times he made me a man too. However, this is about my relationship with my mother.

My younger years:

My mother was not rich by any stretch of the imagination, but she did things to enjoy life.

She went camping, fishing, hunting, boating and many other things to enjoy their time.

When my stepdad drank too much she would do her best to stay out of his way.

However, there were times she and I would sit on the front steps which was just short of leaving.

She wouldn’t leave because she knew I needed a dad.

Looking back on it, I think we were our own team.

However, her avoiding fights helped me find solutions.



I can’t remember one argument between my mother and I.

There were hugs and words of love.

She supported me in everything I did.

When she didn’t agree with my direction, she provided her opinion, but let me make my decisions.

When I made the wrong choices in marriage, she once again didn’t destroy those relationships.

Money was tight in her house, but she always found a way to provide a solution to my family needs.

I respected her and came to realize the sacrifices she made for me.

I knew she was fragile and I didn’t want to do anything to jeopardize our bubble.

I moved out of state and she realized if she wanted to see me more, they would need to move closer.


My point:

Respect your mother.

Never yell at her.

Never argue with her.

Respect her opinion and learn from it.

She gave you something nobody else could – your life.

There are many signs of her love, don’t miss them.

Show her love and say words of love and not hate.

When she doesn’t expect it, give her a long-lasting hug.

Flowers, cards and presents are not as powerful as a loving relationship.

Set an example for others by how you think of her and how you treat her.



My mother passed while I was heading to the hospital to see her.

When I got there my step-dad said she was gone. He meant to say she had passed.

She couldn’t hear my words of love one last time – It Was Too Late.


Before it is too late – I suggest you make up for any lost time.

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