Can't You See? - A Saturday Centus

look hard  

no   harder  

see them now?  

keep watching

they are there

squit real hard

shiny points

golden twinkles

don’t see them?

don’t you believe?

© 2011 cj Schlottman

A Little Story Seed - A Saturday Centus

The Saturday Centus Button on my sidebar isn't working as it should, so to go to the latest entries, Click Here.

I planted a little story seed from Jenny’s garden and watched it begin to grow.  The first shoot was covered in nouns.  Then came pronouns and adjectives, followed closely by verbs and adverbs.  The last leaves to sprout were interjections, conjunctions and prepositions.

The bones of a story stood before me.  My head was overflowing with them, and they began to stream from my ears, eyes and nose.  When I opened my mouth, a flock of adverbs flew out in formation, ready for the page.

Then they all settled on my keyboard and I began to type. 

The End

I Never Did Learn

Trouble in Blogger-Land again.  When I click on any Saturday Centus button, it will only make me to last week's meme.  I finally backed into this week's through another blog, so I'm posting last week's little story here.  Hope you enjoy it.

Jenny's prompt for Saturday Centus last week is this a photo.  

I know it's Monday morning, but I worked all weekend.  That's my excuse, and I'm sticking to it.  Most of you know how Saturday Centus works, but in case you are new, click on the Saturday Centus button on my sidebar to learn all about it.  There you will find the other entries and links to Jenny's other blogs.  Here is my offering, which happens to be a true story:

The contrast of green leaves hanging over the porch and gray unpainted wood was startling.  Grass smelled sweet, was soft under my bare feet as I approached the rickety porch.  I stepped onto the groaning platform, the vision of my grandmother’s washing machine emerging.  

  

I could see myself, at five, fishing a sock from the water and feeding it into the wringer, my arm following up to my arm pit as my feet left the floor.  

Screams brought Lizzie lumbering from the clothesline, and she unhinged the ringer, freeing my bruised but unbroken arm.

“Child, you’ll never learn, will you?”

Saturday Centus 10/02/2011

"The number you have reached is no longer in service." 

That is Jenny Matlock’s prompt for this week’s Saturday Centus.  Each week, she gives us Centusians a prompt from which to write a story or poem.  The catch is, we have to produce a piece that is no longer than 100 words, excluding the number of words in the prompt.  So, this week, we have 110 words.  To learn all the rules and read the other submissions, just click on the Saturday Centus Button on my Side Bar.  Thing is, I don’t know what to do with this prompt.  (Happens all the time, but I somehow muddle through).

And I Don’t Care

"The number you have reached is no longer in service."  

More likely, my brain is no longer in service.  That’s the second time today I’ve misdialed the same number.  

Yesterday, I found my Blackberry in the pantry and opened the fridge to retrieve my just cooked Lean Cuisine, which was, of course, in the microwave.

I couldn’t find my debit card, and finally found it in the back pocket of my jeans, which were in the laundry hamper.

I forgot to fetch the mail, got lost on the way to Kroger, and, oh, I forgot to take my medicine.

My brain is no longer in service.  (And I don’t care).