100 Words – Reminds

The cool air reminds me that I shouldn't be thinking about her. Fall was our time. Me and the one who got away. I flatter myself. I like to believe I had her hooked but she was just teasing at the line. The warm sun reminds me of the one I should be thinking about. The one I did reel in, or perhaps she reeled me in. Mutual reeling? Sure, why not. The wet grass reminds me to dream about one I never met. I'd add a deep-sea fishing metaphor here if I knew anything about deep-sea fishing. I don't.

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100 Words – Martyrs

There are martyrs in the woods and candles in the bushes. The sky is dark and the time of wind is upon us. The dogs sense that something is wrong. They whimper at the movements in the shadows that only they see. The rocks in the road are sharper than my father-in-laws pocket knife. The squirrels leap across the branches to avoid them. Sadness seems to be winning. A chill reaches out for our bodies. After weeks of heat we consider submission. Tonight we will rest uneasy. The hatches are secured. The talismans are nailed to the door. God saves.

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100 Words – Wish Upon a Train

We saw the train and wished we were on it. Instead we walked in the rain along the tracks. Long ago surrendering all attempts at avoiding saturation. Jane spoke fondly of an umbrella that she once owned but left on a bus. We both came to the verge of tears at the thought of a bus. The rocky service road finally tore through my shoe. I took it off and threw it into the woods, swore then retrieved it. I took off my shirt and tore it in half. Jane tied a piece around my bloody foot. We walked on.

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RVing – Tumble Along

9/17/18

Rewired Pat's scooter today. I found several loose wires. It charges and rides much better now.

9/18/18

Seventeen mile bike ride this morning. Outside a bar called Zombiez I saw two goth girls sitting in rocking chairs. I waved. They didn't wave back. Swimming this afternoon. Tonya floated for nearly an hour in the heated indoor pool. Pat found the hole in her air mattress.

9/19/18

We stopped for lunch in Shamrock Texas where nearly every restaurant is closed. We settled for McDonalds. We're in Oklahoma! The welcome center was open and I collected a PILE of flyers and pamphlets. First stop Elk City. Weird experience at the local WalMart. I bought two bottles of Mexican orange soda and the check-out clerk commented, "Funny, I didn't peg you for Mexican." In the flat-lands sunsets take forever.

9/20/18

Hot, humid and windy. It was nap day to be sure. Who knew Oklahoma was so windy? Someone should write a musical or something about this. Tonight though the wind has turned cool and smells of rain. There is lightning on the horizon. Tumble weeds in the yard.

9/21/18

Long drive in heavy rain. We're now sitting in Yukon OK, just outside Oklahoma City. Renting a car tomorrow. Another city to explore. Abbie does not like toads. I think she thought it was a rock, till it jumped. Now she has to sniff every rock she sees.

9/22/18

Shopping day. Lunch at Jimmy's Egg, the place to eat in Yukon OK.

9/23/18

Laundry day! I did a bunch of research and found the best-rated laundromat in Yukon OK. Unfortunately, so did everyone else. So we moved on to one which had no reviews on-line but was located near an intersection that I remembered. A fine place. Many broken machines, water damaged floors and walls and even a bullet hole in one of the windows. Fortunately a young man there pointed out which machines worked best. I love people.

Pictures

[caption id="attachment_3403" align="alignleft" width="300"] What's a little radiation among friends?[/caption] [caption id="attachment_3404" align="alignright" width="300"] The local water. Made in Texas. Tastes like it.[/caption] [caption id="attachment_3405" align="alignleft" width="300"] A rainy day in Elk City OK[/caption] [caption id="attachment_3406" align="alignright" width="300"] Don't worry, the shot came from inside the laundromat[/caption]

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100 Words – Alley

They were a boring couple and they knew it. Routine ruled their lives. Sex was the same. They tried role-playing, meeting as strangers, but they knew it was them. So he planned a surprise. Sent her an anonymous invitation that she knew was his. At the end of the alley was a dive bar filled with thugs and poets. He waited in the dark. There she was. He grabbed her and kissed her. She kissed back with a passion he'd never expected. Then felt the cold knife puncture his lung. Ten minutes later his wife found him. Bled to death.

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Tom Week – The Steep Part

The Steep Part

I dropped off the rental truck today and rode my bike back to the RV park. Most places this would be no big deal, but in Albuquerque that's a 9.5 mile ride with an 820 foot climb in 90 degree heat. Probably the toughest ride I've done so far. Definitely the toughest I'll be doing for some time.

School

Finally got some serious work done on my current school project. Taking a nap helped immensely.

Not School

Didn't get around to schoolwork today. I need to form one of them habit things.

School

I reorganized my approach to the project and things are going much smoother now. Lots of work done today.

Riding

Short bike ride today. New Mexico love its hills. Someday soon we're going to stay at a park at the bottom of a hill.

Sunday

We're in freakin Texas! I need to go to a roadhouse.

Monday

Texas has big news people. I love it! Finally a flat town. Bike riding is much easier when there are no hills. Got a tom of stuff done for schoolwork today.

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100 Words – Fingers Dance

Fingers dance across the melting keyboard. The keys must be hit quickly but gently to prevent the loss of fingerprints. I should go into the shade but I'm finding the sun bearing down on my bald spot to be energizing. The words are shooting from my brain, down my arms and into my hands. The words are nonsense and worthless but that's what rewrites are for. The spellchecker is screaming under the weight of my gibberish. I am the God of speed writing. Emily Wood and Mavis Beacon bow before my glory. I smell toast. Perhaps I have become insane.

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