Innervate

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.”

“What?”

“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.”

“What?”

“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

THE UGLY REINDEER
Mo
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…
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MO POWER
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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See All

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.

 

Communication:

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.

 

Closing:

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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UNITED?

UNITED?

This is just a short comment about what I saw during President Trump’s address to Congress. I’ll share that comment after I make two points about a sports team and a company.

Any sports team has a common goal. Every executive, coach, manager and player is dedicated and united in having a winning season. They may voice disagreement with plans, tactics and actions before games, but when any game commences they better be united. As fans, we expect that commitment. We can lose interest if we see them failing to apply themselves and not doing their best.

Most companies are in business to make a profit. If one of these companies fails to make steady profits, it will go out of business. The corporate board, company executives, managers and even the employees set corporate goals and carry out plans to meet those objectives. During the planning sessions, differences of opinion are sought and hopefully expressed to make the best plans. The objective is to create the right direction to accomplish the company’s mission and to make a profit. Companies that do not get consensus, or play politics, risk their success. As shareholders, we expect that success and count on it. If they fail, we can put our money someplace else.

Although I left out the word ‘United,’ you can easily see how both of the above entities would fail if they weren’t.

Here’s my comment about what I saw during the address. Obviously, it was that our country is divided by parties and not united. WE should be embarrassed about the obvious division. If we were a sports team, or a company, would we want the division we are seeing? I think not.

It needs to stop, and it needs to stop now. It needs YOU to say, enough is enough. We want better results. That is what this past election was about. The collective ‘THEY’ don’t get it. Even within the parties there is not unity.

Our country is similar to a team or a company, and it needs to be united to be more efficient, effective and successful.

I say this – Unite and support what makes sense for the country…not what is best for either party. We will applaud ALL of you for it.

I’m sure the founders of our country did not expect what we are seeing in Congress right now. It is not about being Republican or Democrat, it is about being UNITED.

Support what is RIGHT for the country, regardless of party affiliation.

No one asked for my opinion, but I for once can’t not say something about what I saw.

Interesting fact: Members of the House have no assigned seats but are by tradition divided by party; Members of the Democratic Party sit to the Speaker’s right and Members of the Republican Party sit to the Speaker’s left.

Suggestion: Change this tradition and have members of the house sit in a mixed environment not by Party. That immediately influences being united instead of divided.

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Times Table Help? – Elevens

The Land of Eleven
Once upon a time there was a mighty King who lived and ruled in the Land of Eleven.

He had won many battles, but was getting old. He said to his followers, “The first person to tell me the ‘Secret of Eleven,’ they would become King or Queen.”

One smart young boy said he knew the secret. The King laughed saying, “That’s not possible.”

The boy ran to the King’s side and wrote down the following –
1 x 11 = 11
2 x 11 = 22
3 x 11 = 33
4 x 11 = 44
5 x 11 = 55
6 x 11 = 66
7 x 11 = 77
8 x 11 = 88
9 x 11 = 99
10 x 11 = 110

The King noticed what was missing. “Young boy, you didn’t tell me the last two.”

The boy quickly yelled out, “Eleven times eleven is 121…even my sister remembers that.”
Then he added, “Eleven times twelve is 132.”

Legend has it that the boy became King. Since many people heard about the secret and shared it, he changed the name of the land to the ‘Land of Twelve.’

He followed the last King’s challenge and announced the following. “The first person to tell me the ‘Secret of Twelve,’ would become King or Queen.” He smiled because he knew the secret, and didn’t expect anyone else to know it.

At the boy’s coronation, the King asked him how he knew the entire ‘Secret of Eleven.’

The boy’s answer is worth remembering, but don’t expect to be King or Queen. Your parents might call you a Wizard though.

1. Any number less than 10 multiplied by 11, you replace the 11 with that number. (Example 9 x 11 is 99, each digit of the number 11 is replaced by a 9)
2. Any number multiplied by 10, you just add a zero to the number. (Example 10 x 11 is 110)
3. 11 x 11 is 121, which needs to be remembered. (If you say ’11 times 11 is 121’ ten times, you should be able to recall it – try it)
4. Only really smart people would know that 11 x 12 is 132. However, you have to remember the trick that it is not 1-2-3, but you just switch the last two digits to get 132.

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Written in Stone

Title: Written in Stone

They said the wall was for protection. It wasn’t that day.

Only some of the locals would know the full story of what happened.

However, I painfully know more than what happened…I know why it happened.

Most people stopping to observe the wall’s features couldn’t miss the triangular protrusions.

Not many would ever notice what is missing.

The wall would have to have a heart to feel the pain.

I look at the wall and can’t help but to see what isn’t there.

Some have been heard to say it is just a broken piece of rock.

To me, that broken point changed my life.

There were many things that could have prevented what happened. Maybe if we hadn’t met, she would have met someone else, fallen in love, married, and had children. However, that wasn’t in the cards. Maybe more due diligence could have gotten the letter right.

We did meet. We fell head over heels for each other. We made our plans. We were going to get married when I returned from overseas. However, that stupid piece of paper arrived at my parents’ home before I did.

It was my name on that piece of paper, but it wasn’t me.

The authorities investigated what happened to her, and ruled it a tragic accident.

My parents received another letter, that apologized and said It was just a communication glitch.

No it wasn’t.

The wall will never be the same, nor will I.

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