Playing At Linda Kay's

Fernando landed in a garden he'd never seen before.  He sat very still while he checked the place out for any danger.

Considering it to be a safe place to wander Fernando began to explore.  There were radishes, onions, cabbage and other green things he wasn't familiar with but he continued.

Busy with his proboscis, tasting all available to him, Fernando missed the approaching danger.  A human had entered the garden that obviously was theirs to pick some fresh salad for dinner.

Being a little upset that the fly was vomiting on her lettuce the gardener took one swipe.  A very good solid and, for Fernando, a deadly swipe.

...and the strains of Abba could be heard throughout the garden as the fellow green bottle flies mourned Fernando's passing...

They were closer now Fernando
Every hour every minute seemed to last eternally
I was so afraid Fernando
We were young and full of life and none of us prepared to die
And I'm not ashamed to say
The roar of guns and cannons almost made me cry

For Senior Adventures with Linda Kay

Your assignment is to write a story about a picture.

An Attempt At Fiction...

She stood on a high outcropping of the stone quarry that existed before her memories began, admiring the beauty of the water, a peace enveloped her that had been absent for a very long time.

The cliff where she stood was high and the water's depth had been guessed at over a hundred feet.  People used to dive and swim here but that, too, was long ago. 

The water called to her weakness, promising a release.

She sat, crying into shaking hands while she reviewed her life and saw only emptiness.  As the sun dipped below the horizon, she discovered she held no desire for life to continue.  There has been love and laughter, but that too, was long ago.

The dark waters beckoned as she slowly walked to the edge, stepping off the cliff as easily as stepping down one step of a long stairwell. She exhaled as much as possible before the water closed over her head, drifting down, she inhaled deeply.  Liquid cold filled her lungs with no effort from her to dispel the water.

Her eyes remained open as she slowly sank.  Peace, at last, and in her death, she realized she was no longer alone.

Only In Black...

A young child began kindergarten.  She progresses very well and began to take her art work home to her parents.  They were puzzled, although her pictures were very creative, they were always painted in black.

The parents talked to the teacher showing great concern about the mental condition of their child. They observed the children painting as they were gathered around a table with containers of paint and paper.  They noticed nothing unusual but remained concerned. 

They decided to take her to a doctor, then to a neurologist,  to an orthopedic specialist, to an optometrist, and finally to a therapist. 

As much as these professionals tried to discover the reason the child painted only in black, they could not.

The concerned parents were discussing this one night and the older child overheard the conversation.  He asked if anyone had asked the child why she painted in black.  Wow, what a concept, yes, let's ask the child.

When finally asked why she only painted in black, the child simply replied...It is the only color I can reach.

Sometimes the most simple answers are the right ones.