For Tourmaline .’s Halloween Challenge, “cat,” I wasn’t sure what to do, because my kitty friend is too cute to be scary and too independent for costumes. So I had to put extra thought into this one. I woke up in the middle of the night and the power was out. After rummaging around and finding all my flashlights, hoping it was almost dawn, the power came back on and it was only 12:30 am. I was wide awake, so I decided to write in my journal. While writing, I remembered I have a weird little cat tree ornament, so after going back to sleep and waking up again, I made a little scene in which this creepy cat is the familiar of the skeleton witches.

OctPoWriMo

Today’s prompt “rain” has “triumph” in the word prompts which I find interesting in relation to rain. In 2018 the prompt reflected yesterday’s with “If I Were Me.” That sounds interesting. If I were me, I would be dancing in the rain. The word “authentic” was on that list.

Another Rainy Day

rain makes green
and if I were me
I would be singing
“Once you’re wet
you’re wet” while
hopping from puddle
to puddle splashing
and laughing in my
thick rubber boots
that I bought from
the feed store full
of cheeping chicks
in Buckley. If I
were me, waiting
and it started
raining, I would turn
the music up loud
doors opened wide
dance ecstatically
under the clouded sky
until soaked in exhausted
triumph, I would pry
clumps of mud off
and run to the shower
and shiver in the steam
until glowing. If I
were me I would believe
that the rain brings
clean, fresh, new
authenticity, quenches
thirst, perks rebirth,
and reciprocity, but today
these days I’d say
I’m too tired and cold
and don’t want to get wet
or shiver or splash or drip
or trip through puddles
so I may not be me
maybe I need to
head back to Buckley
and see if I’m
peeping at chicks
in the feed store.

Levi became curious, and though not cooperative with my ideas, did get into a couple photos.

Writober

This Week’s Story

Logline: An arrogant gossip hears noises coming from his shower. Exploring the drain isn’t enough, after cutting a whole through the floor, he finds that his problems run much deeper.

Today’s excerpt:

I pulled my poor mangled elbow out slowly this time. Sitting back on my haunches, I heard the scratchy voices and got the distinct feeling that they were talking about me. In retrospect, this is the point when I should have called a plumber, but

Maria L. Berg 2021

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