Today

He came straight from morning service – couldn’t risk going home to change.  When Melissa arrived he asked, “how long do you think it will take for them to figure it out?”  “Hopefully hours, she quickly replied.”

This day was unusually cool for late August, yet they sat and watched it depart.  This plan was weeks in the making, ever since they realized that the summer doesn’t last forever.

Tomorrow morning Melissa and her family will go home.  So today, Ryan and Melissa will ride their bikes to the edge of the grove where a small path leads to a creek.  There, season’s don’t change.

© LaRonda Moore

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Inspired by  FFfAW Challenge, 4/3/2018.
Photo courtesy of Dorothy.

Remember When

Funny thing about souvenirs, in an instance, they can transport you to another time and place.  Jennifer has hers proudly displayed in her great grandmother’s antique curio.  She loves the sentimental value that housing such an important family heirloom brings as equally as she loves the keepsakes that she has filled it with.

Walking over to the cabinet, she takes a moment to to admire her menagerie before she starts the chore.  It’s the third Thursday of the month which means it’s dusting day.  Shelf by shelf, she cleans each piece.  Some are delicate, dainty, and beautiful, while others are a little more off-beat and fun-going.  Her favorite, always gets dusted first.  It’s the most peculiar of her collection and a real conversation starter.   As she picks it up, she giggles to herself and begins.

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Inspired by FFfAW Challenge, 2/13/18.
Photo courtesy of Lavanya.

 

Nature’s Soundtrack

Last night was her toughest one yet.  She spent more time shivering than sleeping. Admiring the mystery of the mist that gently embraces the air, she stands to stretch. Then, in one swift move, grabs her book bag, places one foot in front of the other and continues her expedition.  The constant thought of turning back floods her conscious, but the prospect of what she would be returning to makes her quickly dismiss it.

As she walks, she pays close attention to the sounds of her surroundings.  “It’s nature’s soundtrack,” her mother would tell her.  She can hear two blue jays talking, a sparrow singing, and a sound that is not indigenous to the woods that had been her home for the past four days.  She listens closer and a smile begins to form through the dirt and smeared makeup on her face.  In a mixture of exhaustion and joy, she drops to her knees and sighs, “That’s highway noise, I made it.”

© LaRonda Moore

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Inspired by FFfAW Challenge #109
Photo courtesy of Yarnspinnerr.

Once a Year

The spring season always brings about a change, weather it is the flowers that suddenly want out or wardrobe pieces that move from the back to the front of the closet.  The Fairfax family has always used this time to capture the essence of their aristocracy with a family portrait.  It has been a long-standing tradition that stretches back generations beyond the current soil, to the other side of the pond.  

On portrait day, each respective patriarch rounds up his brood and heads to the manor all dressed in their best.  The little ones are meticulously groomed and the women are modestly adorned with either a single string of pearls accompanied with a brooch, or white gloves.  Those who stray away from this rule are strategically hidden in the last rows.  

Infighting, resentment, betrayal, and buried secrets keep them at odds for 364 days of the year. But on portrait day, there is a ceasefire and grimaces are replaced by the forced smiles of a proud family, even if only once a year.

© LaRonda Moore

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Inspired by FFfAW Challenge #108.
Photo courtesy of Louise with The Storyteller’s Abode.

Rock On

Melodic sounds reverberate through the air. It’s Saturday morning and Chris and his crew are setting up for their Annual Jazz Summer Series. The Yellow Bird has played together for the last thirteen years, and they are always excited when their weekend tour schedule makes it way back to their hometown.

They are the answer to what happens when a high school rocker grows up but never loses their lust for a weekly jam session.

By day, Chris is a dentist, Ryan is a plumber, Todd an engineer, James a history teacher, and Diane runs a home daycare. By night however, they are a rhythm and blues, funk fusion ensemble that rocks harder than most millennials.

© LaRonda Moore


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Inspired by FFfAW Challenge #107
Photo courtesy of Sunayana MoiPensieve.

The Phone Call

Ronald held the phone in disbelief, with a feeling somewhere in between joy and confusion.  In a fog, he hangs up and stumbles over to the couch to sit down.

When he was eight years old, his father left their house one morning and never returned. After days of his mother pleading with the authorities for help, there was an existence search launched that didn’t lead to much.  But back then, investigations were handled differently, and lacked the convenience of modern advances.  In the years that followed, Ronald and his siblings grew to accept their new normal.  They rarely spoke of it and never shared his memory with their kids or grandchildren.  And in an instance, all that had been suppressed, resurfaced with a phone call.

“Mr. Parks, this is Detective Green from the Springfield Police Department Cold Case Division, and I wanted to let you know that we’ve located your father’s car.”

© LaRonda Moore


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Inspired by FFfAW Challenge #106
Photo courtesy of Tim Livingston, The ForesterArtist.