The whale and I were eye to eye, alone just he and I
He was at home beneath the sea, I was the intruder
He opened his huge mouth, water rushed in and pulled me in with it
Was it just a big yawn because I bored him, or did he think I looked tasty?
Written for Greg’s Four Line Fiction prompt. Photo credit: Rafael Fernandez Caballero / UPY2024.
For this week’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, Linda G. Hill has given us the topic of “something that closes” and asked us to write about the first thing that pops into our head that closes.
The first thing that popped into my head was people’s minds. But you know what? The day before yesterday was Thanksgiving (in the U.S., anyway), and I don’t feel like going off on a rant about how close-minded so many people seem to be. So after dismissing close-minded, the next things that comes to mind are windows and doors.
My wife and I live in a relatively safe neighborhood and we have a 70-pound American Staffordshire Terrier who barks at anything she’s not expecting to hear or see and her bark is frightful.
Still, every night, before we can go to bed, my wife says, “Did you check to make sure that all of the doors and windows are closed and locked?”
And if she discovers the next morning that I forgot to lock a door or close a window, she lets me know that I have failed at the one thing that she expects me to do every night before we go to bed.
It’s times like that when I think it would be in my best interest to just close my mouth and keep it shut. 🤐🫢
John Steiner, the blogger behind Journeys With Johnbo, has this prompt he calls Cellpic Sunday in which he asks us to post a photo that was taken with a cellphone, tablet, or another mobile device. He invites us to participate in this cellphone photo prompt by creating our own CellPic Sunday post and linking it back to his.
A few weeks back, my wife and I were sitting in our swing chairs that hang from our pergola over our back deck when our dog came running up onto the deck with something in her mouth. My wife looked at her and jumped out of her chair to see what crap our dog was chewing on now.
Suddenly I heard my wife say, “Oh my god, I think she broke a tooth and she is chewing on it.”
I jumped out of my swing and attempted to pry open our dog’s mouth to see exactly what was in there. Our dog is a member of the pit bull family. Have you ever tried to open a pit bull’s jaw when she’s got it locked shut?
Well, I somehow managed to unlock her jaw and this is what fell out.
“What is it?” my wife asked.
“Beats the shit outta me,” I responded. I kept looking at it from all angles and then I said to my wife, “Based upon that pair of what I believe are two large front teeth, I think it’s the upper jaw bone of a gopher.
Then I googled “gopher jaw bone” and got this image:
So sure enough, our dog had been gnawing on the skeleton of the upper jaw of a gopher. Unfortunately, I don’t know where in our backyard she dug it up. I just hope there are no other parts of the gopher’s carcass for her to find and start gnawing on. No more skullduggery, dog!
The top photo was taken with my iPhone 12 Pro Max and the second photo is from Google. Both have been resized (shrunk) for purposes of posting.
Sorry. I couldn’t resist. No offense meant toward any assholes out there.
When I first met her she told me that she was a nurse. Well, that’s what I thought she said, anyway.
But it turned out that what she said was that she likes to nurse.
And what she meant by “likes to nurse” was that she liked it when I would put my mouth upon her breast and suckled on her nipple while she called me her little baby boy.
Sure, it was a bit bizarre in perhaps a fetish-like way, but truth be told, I didn’t mind at all.
In fact, I rather enjoyed it.
Although I did find it somewhat annoying when she would try to burp me afterwards.
Written for the Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge. Image credit: Lovers by Harry Hollard, 1982.
Jacob walked into her room. He could smell her fragrance even though she had been gone for nearly a week. He felt her presence and it was almost as if she were standing by her bed, her lips red and perfectly shaped, her cheeks blushed prettily when she spoke.
He saw her mouth moving but no sounds were forthcoming. Jacob tried to read her lips and to understand what she was saying to him. He assumed she was telling him goodbye, that she loved him, and that she was sorry that she succumbed to the disease that left him alone.
(100 words)
Written for 50 Word Thursday, this week from Kristian at Tales From the Mind of Kristian. The challenge is to:
There was no attribution for the photo provided, but the line, “Her lips were red and perfectly shaped, her cheeks blushed prettily when she spoke,” is from Neil Gaiman’s Stardust.
There was nothing appetizing in the refrigerator to eat when I got home from work that night. Nothing in the freezer either. So I decided to head over to my favorite local tavern for some dinner and a beer or two. It wasn’t that crowded when I got there, and as I looked around the bar, I took a seat next to a woman who seemed to be alone. “Do you mind if I sit here?” I asked, already having taken my seat on the bar stool.
“No, that’s fine,” she said, a pleasant smile on her face.
“What are you drinking?” I asked.
“An appletini,” she said.
“Mike,” I said to the bartender. “An appletini for my friend and a beer for me.”
“Thank you,” she said. “I’m Carol.”
I reached out to shake her hand. “Nice to meet you, Carol. I’m Nick.”
Carol and I chatted for about half an hour, getting to know one another. Mike came over and asked us if we were okay on drinks. “Another round,” I said. Then I reached over the bar and pulled a maraschino cherry from a container with olives, cherries, lime and lemon slices, and onion slivers in it. Mike came back with the drinks, set them down in front of us, and gave me a knowing glance.
“I have a talent that I want to share with you,” I said. I pulled the long stem off the cherry. I took the cherry itself and gestured for her to open her mouth and placed the sweet, red cherry on her tongue. Then I held up the stem and placed it inside my mouth. Within a minute, I removed the stem from my and proudly displayed it to her. I had successfully tied it in a knot using nothing but my tongue.
“Impressive,” she said. “You know, I have a fruit talent, too.”
“Oh yeah,” I said. “Show me.”
“Not here. Let’s go back to my place.”
I settled up with Mike and we left the tavern and walked, hand in hand, the three blocks to her apartment. When we stepped into her flat, I tried to kiss her, but she pushed me away. “First I need to demonstrate my talent. Have a seat,” she said, gesturing to the sofa. “I’ll be right back.”
Less than a minute later she came back into the living room and sat down next to me on the sofa. She had a large, yellow banana in her hand and a naughty smile on her face. “My fruit talent is my ability to carve a banana with my mouth.”
She slowly, sensuously peeled the banana down to the the last third. Then she stuck out her tongue and licked the banana. And when she put the entire exposed part of the banana in her mouth, I couldn’t take it anymore.
I stood up and blurted out, “Marry me!”
And ever since that night, we have lived happily ever after, with me using my tongue on her cherry stem and her carving my banana with her mouth.
Written for today’s one-word prompt, “carve.”
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