Blizzard, Snow Flurry, Snowflakes


Jayden stood at the living room window and watched the falling snow. It was steady with large fluffy flakes that seemed to settle quickly into a thick blanket. There was already over eight inches on the ground, an accumulation virtually unknown in his region. His boss had phoned about a half an hour before to say that they would be closing the workshop today. Closed, Jayden mused. It had been the first time since his divorce that he had had a weekday off. Since the divorce, flashed through his head. He pondered the circumstances of of it. She had said he was a workaholic and never had time for her anymore. Was she right? Why am I feeling so wound up by a few flakes of snow? I just want to get to work. Is that too much to ask? Jayden checked himself, and took a deep breath, How could such a tranquil scene as falling snow bring on such a blizzard of thoughts?


Tuesday Writing Prompt 

Wanderlust (2)

Cruiseship, Vacation, Caribbean

When doors were open and journeys made

Wanderlust filled my soul

Waterways and seagoing cruises

Filled my spirit and made me feel whole

Experiencing cultures and new things explored

Growing in Wisdom and knowledge was my goal


Tuesday Writing Prompt: Pick 3 of your favorite words beginning with the letter “W” and use in any form of writing. Boldface or italicize the words so they stand out for readers.

New Horizons

Train, Diesel, Transportation, Business

Jeremy had spent the entirety of is nineteen years in the same town.  Buried deep in the farm-belt Hog’s Knuckle was the backwater of all backwaters.  When he was 15 he had made that one trip to the state fair with the 4H Club, but beyond that he had never journeyed more than twenty miles from “Knuckle.” 

The economic situation in the town was dire, and with the closure of the cannery there seemed to be no hope for any real semblance of life left.  With the longing for a new start in his soul, Jeremy left home a little after nine, being sure to go out the kitchen door as if he were on his way to the barn.  Circling back he picked up the old knapsack he had left by the silo, and headed to the bend on the Billings Line.  By ten he would be on a freight train on his way to new horizons.



Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge:

freight train, longing, and nine

Message To The Manager

Business, Lady, Woman, Girl, Computer, Smile, Café


You tried to ruin me,

But I knew it could not be done.

I played along with your belief

That you had against me won.

What you could not have known

In your malicious deeds and thought

Was that I had already  – the company

With my savings bought.


PS:  Please empty your desk by the end of business Friday.




Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge: Finish the phrase You tried to ruin me, but I…”