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With Nature

by: Rebecca Taylor

based on this week’s picture prompt

Feeling of freedom
as bare feet touch the damp sand
ocean’s spray misting in from the tide.
Seagulls squawk with joy
feeding on fish found near the shore
undeterred by the beach goers.
So much happening all at once
but in the moment with nature
all feels right with the world.

Balloons

**Based on this week’s picture prompt**

By: Rebecca Taylor

Balloons of every colour stare back from the store front windows
beckoning to everyone who walks by to come in and buy them
to use them as symbols of joy, freedom, celebrations and garage sales.

Balloons bob in the wind as you carry them home
childlike emotions fill you as you hold on tight like you were carrying a kite
a surprise for someone on their birthday or a decoration for a party
their bounciness makes you smile when you see them
and the balloons are happy because they’ve done their job.

June 2014 Picture Prompt

Here is the prompt that writers at PoP will be following this week. Feel free to join us! We’d love to read your stories.

Happy writing!

 

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Write a story involving balloons.

 

Beyond the Bridge

A fictional story based on the picture prompt

 

By: Rebecca Taylor

 

                As children living in a small town, it was always a treat when our parents rented a cottage and we got to go swimming and canoeing in the river. We often canoed under the bridge but our trip to Gold’s Lake meant that we didn’t cross over the bridge by car. My sister and I used to play games of what was beyond the bridge – was it a giant city or a magic village, maybe there was royalty that lived there in a castle, or a gold refinery or…and the list went on. Now, that I’m an adult and I had a chance to get out and see for myself what was beyond the bridge, it makes me kind of sad because while there is a city, there isn’t really anything that unique about it, unless you think that the house down the street from where I live is special in its fluorescent pink paint with the bright yellow trim. Being in the city is like being in most places, there are people, some are nicer than others, there are coffee shops and restaurants, some I’d rather eat at than others, there are office politics and ladders to try and climb to get better opportunities. There are places of truth and justice, of good and evil, of right and wrong, but this is life and I am happy making my place in it, even if being beyond the bridge didn’t hold the same allure as it did when I was a child. And, the most amazing thing might still be on this new side of the bridge, a wonderful man who I recently met and who has asked me out on a date, this evening. I’m getting ready and am hoping to not be too nervous but whatever happens, I’ll know that I took a chance just like I did in coming to work on this side. I know too that if ever I want my small town life back all I have to do is get in my car and make the drive back across the bridge. Knowing it can go both ways is a very freeing experience. 

Bridges

Bridge

Writing Prompt: Sometimes bridges are crossed, never to be un-crossed.

Dandelion Wishes

*This is a story based on the dandelion picture prompt from last week.

 

When she was ten, Ella wished upon a dandelion. She wished that she would graduate, grow up, get married and have lots of kids and be a good wife. Maybe even be a soccer Mom.

When she was twelve, Ella found a bridal magazine and created a scrapbook of her favorite wedding ideas.

When she was fourteen, Ella asked a boy to the Sadie Hawkins dance. Ella had her first boyfriend

When she was fifteen, Ella’s boyfriend dumped her. Ella traveled to Costa Rica that year with her family and when she came back, she took down some of her boy band posters and switched them with travel posters. Ella also got another boyfriend.

When she was sixteen, Ella moved to a new state. Ella’s Mother got cancer and her boyfriend broke up with her halfway through her Mom’s treatment.

When she was seventeen, Ella struggled through helping keep her Mom healthy and finishing school. Ella got the worst grades she had ever gotten.

When she was eighteen, Ella’s ex-boyfriend called her and proposed. Ella asked for some time to think about it. Ella found out she got into a college in London the day after. Ella hadn’t expected to get into that college.

Ella called her boyfriend back and decided on a college after thinking it all over.

When she was nineteen, Ella took off to her college in London.

Ella saw a dandelion the night before she left. Ella blew it out and her wish was no longer the same. Ella wished that she would be able to become a journalist, the best she could be.

Ella’s dreams had changed and so had she.

Field of Dreams

by: Rebecca Taylor

Things had seemed so simple when Amy Bowers was twelve and she and her friends sat around the meadow pulling the petals off the daisies with each one saying, “He loves me, he loves me not.” The truth then was it was all for fun and she didn’t know what she was wanting from a boy. Fast forward ten years and Amy was twenty-two and trying to decide whether Mitch Coeler was worth her time. He was a nice guy; she would give him that but was he the guy? Did she want to try to make it with him or should she be looking elsewhere? They were compatible as far as that went, they both loved watching scary movies and hockey and curling on television, and they enjoyed Vietnamese cuisine. He was a good cook and she didn’t like to cook, but she didn’t mind doing the dishes afterwards. The meadow in spring time stretched out with all the dandelions and spring flowers bright and colourful. Now, the dandelions had turned to fluff, would that happen to her life too, all of a sudden it would be bright and beautiful – full of hope and dreams and the next thing she knew she would be looking back at what had been. The problem was she didn’t know if Mitch was supposed to be part of her future but she also didn’t want to look back and regret his not being there. Amy had dreams for the future and they stretched out farther than the field. She knew she wanted to be successful in her career as a graphic designer, and that she wanted children. She could close her eyes and see herself bringing them to the meadow and watching them run around and spreading out a blanket and enjoying a picnic. The thing was in that fantasy, she could see the children with their smiles and a handful of flowers outstretched to her but she couldn’t see the children’s father. She hoped for a happy relationship and wanted the children to have a dad who was always there but she didn’t know who he was. Sitting on the warm grass watching the gentle breeze pull the dandelion fuzz into the distance made her feel lonely and usually she loved the quiet solitude of the meadow. Mitch had asked her to move in with him when he had seen a great opportunity on a nice apartment. He had told her it could be their home, but as much as he mattered she didn’t know if they could last or if they did would they be able to be happy always? The news was bleak on relationships and while she had always heard her grandma talk about the seven year honeymoon period, the radio was claiming it lasted two and a half years after marriage. If she just lived with Mitch, could they keep their relationship fresh, knowing that while they chose to be together, they were not tied together? Would the non-existent ties keep them together because they knew that they had to try? Was monogamy over-rated? Too many thoughts were running through her head when a hand on her shoulder interrupted her. Startled, she turned her head to face whoever was behind her.

                “I figured you’d be here,” said Mitch. “You didn’t sound so good on the phone this morning.” He sat beside her and pulled her close so that her head was resting on his shoulder.

                “I was just thinking about us. I don’t know if I can move in with you or not. I’m scared.”

                “Don’t you think everyone is when it comes to this?” he asked, “I didn’t make the decision to ask you to live with me lightly. I like the way I feel when I’m with you, enough to give this a try. There are no guarantees on relationships, just love and hope.”

                “Are they enough?” asked Amy, “To keep us together?”

                “I’d like to think so. You mean the world to me, Amy Bowers. Today, I can’t think of being with anyone but you.”

                “But that’s just it, that’s today. Today, I want to be with you too, but what if enough tomorrows come that we change our minds?”

                “What if enough tomorrows come that we don’t. Are you willing to walk away from me today because of something that might happen?”

                “No,” answered Amy, “At this moment, I don’t want to think of my life without you here beside me. I’m happier when I’m in your arms.”

                “And every morning that’s how you’re going to wake up. And if our hearts are as happy or happier than they are now, we will both be blessed.”

                Amy smiled, snuggling in closer to Mitch. For the moment, she could imagine life with Mitch as they sat together watching their babies grow. Neither of them knew what was beyond the field, but she wondered if maybe sometimes you didn’t need to know, because what was in front of you could be plenty to smile about.

 

April’s Picture Prompt

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Dandelion fuzz… wishes… summer days… Whatever comes to you, write about it.

A Vegas Vacation

by: Rebecca Taylor

 

            It was supposed to be a getaway, a chance to have some fun and let her hair down but Maisie Monroe had found everything but what she was looking for. And all in front of the tux and bridal store. She had been out for a walk, sightseeing – checking out the interesting facets of Vegas. She thought maybe she’d find one of those pawn shops she was always seeing on television and stop in – maybe even meet a celebrity or two. Instead, she had found reminders of past heartbreak and despair in the form of her ex-fiancé’s brother. To be fair, the engagement had ended three years ago and Maisie was glad that she had seen fit to end the relationship before she married a man who claimed to love her yet refused to accept that she was entitled to have opinions about things. He had tried to use his love to hold her back from meeting people or advancing in her career. Thankfully, she had seen the signs before it was too late.

            “You’re the last person I expected to see in Vegas,” said Tom Banyon.

            “Why is that?” asked Maisie, “You didn’t think someone like I could be attracted to such a booming city?” The edge in her voice made it obvious that the pain she felt from Ryan’s behaviour still existed.

            “It was just a statement,” said Tom, “How’ve you been?”

            “Fine.”

            “That’s good. We’ve missed you, Maisie, just because you broke up with my brother doesn’t mean you had to cut us all off.”

            “Generally that’s how broken engagements work,” replied Maisie, “in order to respect your ex, you don’t become friends with his family anyways.”

            “I know Ryan did and said some things to make you leave, but that doesn’t mean you and I couldn’t get a cup of coffee – after all what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas right?”

            “I don’t think that’s a good idea,” answered Maisie.

            “Come on Maisie, just because my older brother has issues, doesn’t mean you and I have to, what would a cup of coffee hurt? It’s not my first time in Vegas either, let me show you around.”

            “See it starts off a cup of coffee and then ends up being the sights, what next a Vegas wedding chapel? We are standing in front of a bridal and tux store. If that doesn’t send up red flags for you.”

            “Are you superstitious?”

            “Wouldn’t you be?”

            “Why don’t we start with the cup of coffee and see where it leads. I promise I will not marry you on this trip to Vegas,” answered Tom with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

            “Thank you,” answered Maisie, “that means that when I get back home and see sense I will know I didn’t do anything that I cannot undo.”

            “You can undo a marriage – especially a Vegas fast one,” said Tom, “if you want a chance at making it to the alter.”

            “That’s not fair,” answered Maisie walking away.

            “I’m sorry; I didn’t mean it the way it sounded. It was supposed to be all in fun,” said Tom following her.

            “Do you think it was easy for me to admit that I made a mistake and had to walk away from Ryan and your family? But it wasn’t meant to be, there was no happily ever after there.”

            “Want to talk about it?” asked Tom gently.

            “I think we’ve dredged up enough of the past.”

            “It’s obvious that you’re not over what happened. You wouldn’t be so upset if you were.”

            “Do you have a degree in psychology now?”

            “No, but I can see when someone is hurting.”

            “Please, just leave it. I should be getting back to the hotel anyways.”

            “It’s early still and Vegas doesn’t sleep.”

            “I need time to think. It was nice to see you again.”

            “If you change your mind about coffee or whatever, I’m staying at the Round Tree Hotel.”

            “Are you kidding me?” asked Maisie, “So am I.”

            “Good, then I’ll walk with you.”

            Back at the hotel, Maisie reluctantly agreed to meet Tom for supper later. After all, they were going to be in the same dining room. It was hard to refuse. In her hotel room, Maisie screamed into her pillow. So much for her plan to see some sights, play some slot machines and be free of deadlines and responsibilities for a few days. She hadn’t spoken to any of the Banyon family for three years and now, she was eating supper with the ever so handsome Tom. And to make matters worse, she liked him, and always had. Is it a coincidence that I found him where I did? Ryan’s engaged again, I read that in the paper. What if I have a chance at love, even if it is with his brother? Slow down, Maisie, it’s just supper. We will see where this leads, and wherever it does, I will have to proceed with caution. I know what I want this time, and I’m open to the opportunities supper brings, but I won’t get swept into the romance, first I will think with my head and then ask my heart what it thinks. I won’t let a Vegas romance take over. What happens in Vegas, really should stay there. Unless it doesn’t…anyways, I will have something to tell my friends back home.

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