#JusJoJan prompt the 18th – “Wish”

My mother always said “be careful what you wish for. You don’t always get what you want.”

But I wish was Starbuck a starship pilot……..

image from here

Beneath this hard exterior there’s no soft marshmallow goo, there beats a heart of stone.

There’s never been any support for me so what I’ve achieved I’ve done on my own.

My parent’s never cared for me much so I never make any deep ties.

The only true love in my life is my star ship and the skies!

There’s only one man who could ever touch my soul but fate always intervenes ,

When I get together with Will Adarma there’s usually ugly drunken scenes.

I think he only sees me as one of the lads, so make out I don’t give a frack.

But I really fancy him, so ladies watch out or you’ll get my weapon in your back.

We have to save the worlds from the evil Cylon attack

We had them beaten once , but they evolved and now they’re coming back.

They have morphed to chrome and blood all covered with skin.

They are clever now, they infiltrated Caprica with spies

They blew up our worlds so we took the fleet and flew into the skies.

In Space we regrouped and planned, and I got to work closely with my man.

I will lead what’s left of our pilots and beloved ships

I am the best star fighter pilot but the fracks won’t give me shoulder pips.

It’s true I like a drink, gambling and a good cigar.

I am damn good in bed I’ll give you a good time what ever rank you are!

I am the best pilot as I have said before

I shall find the Cylon’s mothership and give the frackers what for!

I’ll rip the skin off Number Six and I’ll show her no quarter.

She beat the living crap out of me and then denied me even water.

I’ll lead you all to safety find you all another world

For I am really an angel that keeps her wings tight furled!

I am that star you see at night when it is darkest before the dawn.

I am the one who will shoot straightest so none of you need be forlorn.

I am the mighty Starbuck , Kara Thrace is my real name .

But what ever you call me I shall save you all the fracking same!

Yup that should of been me!

Image from here

I wish I was a heroine who leads her people to a new life. Just to disappear and leave them on a green new planet  to start a new life. For them to discover that to be their guardian angel was the point of my life.

This is part of LindaGHill’s Justjojan

Sue Vincent’s #writephoto. The Crossing.

Hi everyone just a quick note if anyone would like to re-post any of their old #writephoto prompts please do. While Sue is not posting a photo prompt due to not being well, she would love to see old ones reposted.Now if you would like to join in please use the #writephoto badge

The Crossing

Every day she waited at the crossing. Hope to catch a glimpse of the opening. That strange trick of the light that she had only seen once before when she was a small child of three.

Every day at dusk she contrived to be there just incase the opening appeared again. She stayed in the village she was born in, enjoying a full life, marriage, children,grand and great grandchildren. Helping others always she was known to be a kind and generous woman.

As the years went by people gave up asking why she went to the bridge at the end of every day. It just became accepted, part of life.

It was on her hundred and third birthday that as she stood by the bridge that the light changed. She rubbed her eyes and sure enough there was the opening. There was the village and to her astonishment the same young man who had waved to her all those years ago was beckoning to her.

As fast as her old bones could carry her she began to cross the bridge. It was a long bridge and at first she thought she’d never make it across. Strangely the nearer she got to the young man the quicker she seemed able to move.

As she reached the young man he took her hand and asked her why she had taken so long, she smiled at him and as she looked into his eyes she saw her reflection….. She was young again.

The opening closed the moment she stepped through it.

Back in the village no knew what had happened to her. They searched for weeks but she was nowhere to be found. They all decided that she had, had a good innings.

All bar one child who had witnessed the whole incident. He he never told anyone what had happened but every evening at dusk he visited the bridge.

One-Liner Wednesday/JusJoJan the 13th, 2021 – Snow Carolers

Firstly let’s go with One Liner Wednesday, and an entry for the Alternative Dictionary. Snow Carolers. A group of people who enjoy rolling USVs around in the snow.

No on to Jusjojan. Again the prompt bis Snow Carolers , this time with a photo prompt from Linda.

Photo: A group of six snowmen of different sizes. Two have evergreen branches for hair; one has a moustache of tinsel and arms, and seems to be conducting music; one is kind of hidden and kind of plain by the looks of it; and the two smallest look like a boy and a girl with hats and scarves. They’re standing on the side lawn of a house.

© Linda G Hill.

Every year, every year without out fail, when they opened the curtains on the morning of December the 17th, they were greeted by the Snow Carolers.

Everyone commented on them, the six snow people set out as if singing Christmas Carols. Three adults, a teenager and two children, all wrapped up and singing.

It was a total mystery no one had ever seen anyone build them. Everyone in the Ducart household had sat up on the night of the 16th December to catch the culprits. Even the neighbours had taken turns to see if the master snow sculpturers could be revealed. Indeed the entire neighbourhood had got involved at one time or another but it was still a mystery. Last year they had even set up a security camera. That too had failed to bring forth any answers. There had been a power outage between 4am and 6am and when the footage was watched, at 3.59am there was nothing but snow on the front lawn, by 6.02am the six Snow Carolers were out there and ready to perform!

Well it had been 15years since the Snow Carolers had first appeared. At the usual New Year’s dinks celebration Paul and Jenny Ducart announced that they were no longer going to try and solve the mystery of Snow Carolers. The whole family infact the whole neighbourhood loved them, so why not just enjoy them. Everyone agreed.

Part of LindaGHill’s One-Liner Wednesday and Jusjojan.

The Friday Reminder for #SoCS & #JusJoJan 2021 Daily Prompt – Jan. 9th

Your prompt for #JusJoJan and Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “sky’s the limit.” Write about something that has or seems to have no end. Enjoy!

Badge by Shelley Krupa

This part of the two above prompts, both are prompts run by LindaGHill.

“The sky’s the limit” Greg shouted as he burst into the office. “I got the contract guys we are on our way!”

Later that evening as Greg was leaving the bar after celebrating the new contact he was the happiest and felt for months and the most secure he had ever been in his life. He crossed the road. ….Bang ……he was hit by a bin lorry.

There was so much noise and pain he was cold and covered in blood. He stood up and stepped away from the lorry . He was pulled up short by the sight of himself on the road all smashed up and blooded. He found it so strange, suddenly there was no pain, no cold no fear.

A man was standing by his side, good-looking chap casually dressed but no shoes. He smiled at Greg and took his arm, unfurling his huge white wings he laughed and said “Smile Greg, the sky’s the Limit.”

#JusJoJan prompt the 4th – “Fingertips”

Fiction

Image from Pixabay.

The whole world lay at his fingertips, he had it all money, looks and talent. He had a beautiful house and people jumping on his every word. Sadly all this was just not enough, he was empty, unfulfilled.

He got up early and threw on the oldest clothes he could find and packed a few bits into a back pack he found in the back of a cupboard. In the kitchen he picked up several bottles of water and some energy bars.

He left the house before anyone was up. He walked down the pristine drive past his three outhouses , two housing his Rolls Royce and Ferrari collections and one his motor bikes, he took none. Past the tennis courts and the outdoor swimming pool through the gate and out into the world.

A week later the papers were full of the fact that Jared Stone the multi-million heir to the Stone fortune had disappeared. The police were concerned that there had been no activity on any of his bank accounts, cards or passport . He had simply disappeared. No trace, the papers said the family were concerned…… they were but unbeknown to the public only for business reasons.

Jared had walked for two days after which he had used up his supplies. He was wondering what to do as he had no money or cards and now that the original euphoria of being on his own had lost it shine and his supplies were exhausted. He was not going back but he did wish he had picked up a little cash.

He had been crossing fields for most of his journey but as he surveyed the horizon he saw a town. He decided to approach it. As he walked through the Main Street he saw a sign in the cafe window, HELP WANTED. Without a second thought he went through the doors and asked to see the manager. He sat at a table and waited for the manager to arrive. The place was heaving and the two waitresses on shift were rushed off their feet. Without a second thought Jared grabbed a tray and started clearing tables.

He’d always had a charming manner about him and he was soon chatting and laughing with the customers and staff. When the manger arrived he was surprised to see this handsome young man clearing tables and interacting with the customers.

Jim the manager offered Jared some lunch and asked him why he wanted to work in his cafe. Jared told him he needed a job as he’d run out of money on his travels and that he really wanted to work with people. Jim asked if he had anywhere to stay, he could see the lad was down at heel.

Two years later Jared woke up next to Libby he watched her sleeping for a while. He got up made the coffee and let the dogs out. Libby was expecting, he loved his job as manager of Jim’s Cafe and he loved the town . He smiled to himself he had the whole world at his finger tips

This is part of LindaGHill’s Jusjojan.

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