Robin Hawke


Holiday Hint #54
January 2, 2012, 4:43 PM
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This is a continuation of Holiday Hint #53 by joem18b:

There is no refuse, large item or recycling collection on the Mondays after Christmas Day and New Year’s Eve. This schedule facilitates finding holiday decorations curbside. These Mondays are an excellent time to pick up deflated punching bags. Salvage a small patch of tape to stop air from hissing away.

 

100 Words for Grown Ups

The prompt this week is: …50/50: The Season….Click to read entries.



List
December 21, 2011, 3:11 PM
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Dressing: Oysters and cornbread or sausage and thyme?
Dressing: Satin bows or green-minded brown paper?
Dressing: A cornucopia of fruits and nuts or candles in holly?
Dressing: A wreath or a new coat of paint?

During the season of dressings, I’ll lift skirts to find cheer and my blessings.

 

100 Words for Grown Ups

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Window
December 1, 2011, 3:21 PM
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The cat scooted across his path. Dylan swerved but felt a small bump as his bike ran over the tail. The owner must have watched events from the window because Dylan heard him shout. Next morning, a garbage can blocked the sidewalk. Escalating the small war, Dylan threw a rock at his neighbor’s house, shattering a pane of glass.

Dylan began taking the long way to school. A week went by without repercussions.

Returning, he noticed the scrap of board. He knew; he just knew.

Dylan salvaged some glass and putty from home to leave them on his neighbor’s stoop.

100 Words for Grown Ups

The prompt this week is: …photo by Teresita Abad Doebley….Click to read entries.



Places
November 16, 2011, 5:37 PM
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“What the funk is she doing?”

“Red, back in place.”

The tiny girl in the big red cape called over her shoulder, “I’ve got to get something.”

“I think we should fire her.”

His associate shrugged.

“The money we’d save….the time…”

“How?”

They heard her yell from off set, “Where’s my bag. Who took my bag? I want my mouthwash.”

The director used the mike. “Places.”

Instead, the hooded girl walked up to his chair. “I have to show you something.” She took his hand.

“Open.”

The mechanical jaws opened at her insistence.

“Are you sure they should be that color?”

“What are you going on about?”

“Yellow. They are yellow. Tartar.”

“Don’t start that crying.”

“Go on. I dare you. Put your head in there.”

The director turned to his assistant, “Find the mouthwash.”


(I’m still pleading NaNo for the liberty I took with the prompt.)

100 Words for Grown Ups

The prompt this week is: …are you sure it should be that colour….Click to read entries.



When We Write
November 8, 2011, 9:46 PM
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When we write, we communicate. When we communicate, we share ideas. When we share, we partake. When we partake, we discover. When we discover, we learn new things. When we learn, we understand. When we understand, we give back. When we give, we help. When we help, we answer hope. When we answer hope, we teach. When we teach, we change. When we change, we inspire. When we inspire, we incite transformation. When we incite, we succeed. When we succeed, we fulfill. When we fulfill, we reflect. When we reflect, we write. Lest we forget, when we write, we communicate.

This came out quickly—but I wasn’t going to argue during NaNoWriMonth, a month when words write themselves if we’re lucky.

100 Words for Grown Ups

The prompt this week is: …lest we forget….Click to read entries.



Snowstorm
November 1, 2011, 8:42 PM
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Advancing, advancing, the snow is amassing—  
Dampening sound also sight.
In winter we shiver afore the brutal,
deadly coma of white.

100 Words for Grown Ups

The prompt this week is: …21 words...in winter we shiver….Click to read entries.



Long Nights
October 25, 2011, 2:41 PM
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I watched television until my eyelids drifted; I read until my chin bounced; I left every light, every bulb on. To stay awake.

Every morning, tired as I was, I did my thing. The grumps visited me but my veggie meals were wholesome, sustaining me through arguments with boss, mom, and the finale with my boyfriend. Clearly, I needed sleep.

Not sleeping, not waking, I manipulated my nightmare, superimposed a dream. The hamburger meat I craved, the thick buns, the juicy fat that fueled desire—I tweaked ingredients until the hamburger became a rancid sculpture. Withdrawal never tasted so bad.

100 Words for Grown Ups

The prompt this week is: …Vegetarian POV….Click to read entries.



The Autumn Leaves
October 18, 2011, 2:44 PM
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The imperturbable oaks answered the fitful wind and loosened a flurry of golden leaves. The young maple clutched one scarlet leaf, the leaf that budded the day of the cat and the quicker lizard. The smell of chimney smoke surrounded all. Branches shook; leaves drifted; trees remembered;  memories swirled aground.

100 Words for Grown Ups

The prompt this week is: …the autumn leaves….Click to read entries.



Shop
October 11, 2011, 4:22 PM
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Nancy followed her dream, saved ideas and spare money for years. Did her dream become reality? You decide.

Her fledgling shop offered the best cashmere, the softest silks, the warmest woolens. Her vision was unequivocal. No detail trivial, Nancy chose her products with precision plus an eye for the exquisite. Her displays became small works of art—enticing still lifes—capable of cajoling future customers.

The shop fulfilled her; she was proud of owning her first business. That is, until she locked the doors a final time. She could not ignore the first lesson of retail: A is for advertising.

100 Words for Grown Ups

The prompt this week is: …the alphabet….Click to read entries.



School Days
October 6, 2011, 4:23 PM
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He looked through the window, up at the blue sky and fluffy clouds.  Jacob’s plans to enjoy the last days of summer felt like soap bubbles, ready to pop.

School started Tuesday. His mother wanted to take him shopping. Mom liked new clothes. His father wanted to take him fishing, to teach him a few tricks from his youth in big sky country. Like Jacob wanted to brave the winds.

The unseasonal weather was mucking up everything. Plans for twelve hour school days were in the works, approved. With snow on the ground, no one knew what February would bring.

100 Words for Grown Ups

The prompt this week is: …the unseasonal weather….Click to read entries.



The Bundle
September 21, 2011, 2:29 PM
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Fear grew. Each time, the doctor reassured her, “All babies develop at different rates. He’ll catch up. You’ll see.”

She carried him everywhere, sang to him all day. He could hear her, but, except for the crying, oh the crying, that incessant yowling, didn’t say a word.

Moira began to avoid her play group, appointments. Her sweet songs turned shrill.

“They say you’ll be so cute with words…out of the mouths of babes, they say. I don’t care. Just say one word, one. Please, for mama?”

The round eyes didn’t blink; the narrow ears quivered; the ugly mouth sneered.

100 Words for Grown Ups

The prompt this week is: …out of the mouths of babes….Click to read entries.



Mary Thought
September 6, 2011, 6:10 PM
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Mary unlocked the cage to begin the training session. She yawned, heard, “I will find your dreams.”

“Impossible, I haven’t slept in months, not since I joined this circus.”

“Get on.”

Mary thought, I’m working; I can’t sleep.

He bent his head for her to climb his back. She abandoned their argument.

While she slept, she dreamt her fur was striped, short, silky, like his. Together, they ran across continents, loped past cupolas and palaces, prowled forests and villages.

She woke refreshed, but lost her job because of the tiger’s escape.

Moral:  Beware of those who grant wishes without trade.

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Lucky Sighting
September 2, 2011, 2:42 PM
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A pinhole light zipped across the sky. Lucky voyeurs identified it as a shooting star. They were wrong. That flare would have burnt out. This remained in the heavens, out of their sight, in Superman orbit.

“So that was brief,” said Phoebe who had watched the news.

“We almost missed it.”

They looked for another whiz of motion above them, as if there should be another possible viewing. They procrastinated, attempted to name stars and went inside, leaving dark for light.

By the time the alarm went off, waking nestling bodies to dawn, the Space Station completed another five orbits.

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