Adventures In Eccentricity

“He claims to be a writer,” I said to my friend as we watched through the kitchen window.

“Mmm hmm.” She said and sipped her tea. “That explains it.”

He dances naked in the rain every so often, but I never bother to report him. He seems so happy, and I honestly couldn’t care one way or the other.

He was arrested once and then back at it the very next day. It was the rainy season, so he had plenty of opportunities.

He was particularly old in years, but obviously young at heart. My friend and I agree that we hope to be so carefree in our later years. We thought that maybe we should take a writing class.

water-rain-raindrops-drops– Written for The Blog Propellant’s On-line Writer’s Guild #11 sentence/phrase prompts: 1. He claims to be a writer. 2. Naked in the rain…3. And then, the very next day…WC 120. Photo from Pexels.com.

The Reverent Cows

The coffee arrived and my usual, The Bovine’s Udder Delight, was being prepared.

I’ve always enjoyed having Sunday brunch downtown at The Painted Cow, on the corner of Vine and Henderson. The girls there knew me by name and saved my favorite outside table for me every week. I hung my tote from the chair and sat in the shade of the two brightly painted cows that stood guard over me. The coffee arrived and my usual, The Bovine’s Udder Delight, was being prepared. I took out my notebook and began people watching for inspiration.

The innocence of children,
The courage of youth,
The sensibility of adulthood,
The wisdom of age,
Meet at the crossroads for a quick respite.
The painted cows welcome all who wish to rest in their shadows.

I looked up from my writing in time to notice a child smiling and pointing at my reverent guardians. We briefly made eye contact so I smiled back and gave him a quick wave, which he responded to with a giggle and shyly hid his face in his mother’s hair.

The cows continued to observe silently.

– Written for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: 59th Challenge. WC 174
Photo prompt provided by S. Writings.

Cows