Collecting Smiles!

From The Why About This Archives, one of my all time favorite posts. I decided to share it again with you. I hope you enjoy and start collecting smiles yourself. Such a feel good thing to do:

Emma’s Perfect “Mona Lisa” Smile!

“Sometimes your joy is the source of your smile, but sometimes your smile can be the source of your joy.” ~ Thich Nhat Hanh

I collected 47 smiles today. It wasn’t my intention. Smiles weren’t even on my mind. I wonder why that is? Of all the things we can do and give freely, a smile must take center stage – don’t you think? A smile always brightens the day.

It all started while I was sitting on a park bench this afternoon viewing the river; actually I had been looking up at clouds. They were particularly lovely today. A young girl maybe 6 years old was passing me on a nearby pathway, along with other people.

As it was such a beautiful day, there were many there enjoying the park. This little girl ran almost all the way by me when she turned her head and flashed me a radiant smile. “Hi” she said. Just the one word hi, with a smile. A big, sincere and radiant smile. “Well hi,” I replied, smiling back. My smile every bit as large as hers.

And then it started. The smile collecting. I noticed an elderly couple playing with their grandchildren, all with big smiles when they looked over at me. I smiled back.

A man came by walking his large black Labrador. I told him he had a lovely dog. He gave me a huge smile in return. I didn’t get a smile from the Lab but I did get a very friendly tail wag. And so it went.

Later on in the day while at the store waiting in line to check out I just couldn’t keep the smile off my face. My memory from the park had stayed with me. The line was long but I found myself smiling at the other people in a friendly “we’re all waiting here” kind of way and guess what? They all smiled back. One of them, an older gentleman, looked a little confused about why, but he smiled too!

And so it went throughout the remainder of the day. I kept collecting smiles. It was great. This evening as I sat reflecting, I decided today had not been much different than most days but somehow it just seemed friendlier, nicer, warmer. I found myself smiling from the day’s memories and collected another smile.

Have a great weekend, ideally one filled with smiles, yours and those you interact with … an excellent thing to do, I think!

All my love,

~ Penny

Mondays Finish the Story – They say Life is a Game of Chess!

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Photograph by Barb W. Beacham copyright © 2014

The Photo and Sentence Prompt: “They say that life is a game of chess…”

 

They say that life is a game of chess. Okay, I’m good with that, after spending (in my previous post – the story for Sunday Photo Fiction) a cold, drafty hungry weekend at a castle, I’m really into the whole game of chess thing. Just one question – who made the queen so powerful?

Could we have a little more sharing of powers going on here. I mean the king can barely take a step in any direction without getting stomped on, and he’s the king. You know, head honcho, main dude, Number Ono, and the big prize on the board, still he’s pretty much powerless. But perhaps there’s a truth in this.

Maybe it’s true for everyone. Perhaps the meaning of life is that the king’s not much different than the lowly pawn. Well, except the king has people wait on him and wears groovy clothes and things, but other than that, oh and he probably eats really well and has people (probably the pawn) help him find his way around drafty castles”… no wait this isn’t working out the way I thought …

I guess life is like a game of chess because they both confuse the heck out of a person.

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For more information about Mondays Finish The Story (flash fiction) Writers Challenge, where the writer uses both a photo and an opening sentence for the prompt: click HERE. Barb will guide you through the process, be sure and read some of the other well written entries while you’re there.

Thanks for stopping by and reading,

~ Penny

Sunday Photo Fiction – Maze of corridors or it’s all about directions!

View of one of the outbuildings from the roof of Dover Castle

photograph © Alastair Forbes

View of one of the outbuildings from the roof of Dover Castle

It’s not that I don’t read directions when I receive them (okay I don’t, at least not very well) but who knew a castle could have so many corridors. Well actually I did, still, I have a map and directions too, but I figured I could just follow the map. Looked simply enough. Right turn here, left turn there and so on until I should have ended up in the dining room.

It was nice to be invited for the festive holiday weekend, but between the cold drafty bedroom, poorly lit hallways, well let’s just say I’d be glad when it was time to go.

Now it appeared, instead of freezing, I’d starve to death before finding my way to the dining room.

Finally I looked at the directions again squinting in the poor light to make out the clearly printed words at the bottom of the sheet of paper.

What I found there, that I should have read in the beginning said, “When you think you’ve gotten enough exercise, use your cell phone and call this number. We’ll come and get you for dinner.”

Proving the point you should read ALL the directions first!

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Thanks for stopping by, hope you enjoyed,

~ Penny

Sunday Photo Fiction – There’s A Dragon on my Bedpost!

Photo Prompt for This weeks Writer’s Challenge:

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photograph © Alastair Forbes

My Entry:

Dragon On My Bed Post

Briefly opening my eyes, I rolled over on my side and considered staying in bed longer. After all it was Sunday.  Dozing off, I heard a loud cough and a caustic voice which had me reopening my eyes and sitting up in bed with pounding heart.

“Would you mind, terribly, waking up, I’m getting bored sitting here.” The creature attached to the voice said.

There at the foot of my bed, sitting atop one of the bedposts was a miniature dragon, a surly look on his face.

I stared, rubbed my eyes and stared again.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m real.” He responded to my obvious expression of disbelief.

“Um, you’re a dragon.” I said incredulously.

“He speaks and has some intelligence,” was the dragons reply.

“Wh … what are you doing here … are you real?” I asked.

“Hmm, I spoke too soon,” the dragon added. “Yes I-am-real, you’re talking to me aren’t you? And I’m here doing penance for something I shouldn’t have done, so I have to stay with a human for twenty four hours. My punishment.”

“Staying with me is a punishment?” I asked.

“You have no idea,” he said. A great deal of derision in his voice.

“Why me?” I asked.

“Why not?” He answered with a smirk.

“Why Earth, then?” I said, continuing to ask what I thought were fair questions upon finding a dragon in your bedroom.

“Because this is the worst place the Committee for Criminal Offenses could come up with on short notice.”

“Earth the worst place, ah, come on now,”  I said, preparing to defend my home planet.

“Gee let me see …” He held up one of his claws and ticked off each point he made. “Well, you not only kill each other out of hatred and greed, but you consume far more than you should and are systematically killing off other life forms on your planet and…”

“Okay, okay,” I sighed. “You’ve made you’re point.” Changing the subject I said, “So you have to stay here for 24 hours?”

“Yeah, 24 lousy hours. Say you don’t happen to have a cigarette on you … well not on you but… do you smoke?” He asked, looking hopefully around the room.

“No, you can get lung cancer from smoking,” I answered.

“Dragons can’t.”

“Oh okay, and no I don’t have any cigarettes. So why are you in trouble?”

“For smoking.” He replied.

“That’s a criminal offense?” I said.

“Yeah, just one cig. and my fire breathing capabilities go out the window. I become useless in the defense of my lair, not enough flame left to even light a cigarette.”

“Well I can see where that would be bad. So do you have a name?” I asked.

“Yes, yes I have a name. You have a name don’t you? Of course I have a name!” He was back to being rude and surly again.

“I’m called Puff, I’m Puff the magic dragon and don’t say a word about that stupid song. I’m still living that one down … frolicking? FROLICKING? Dragons don’t friggin’ frolick.”

He let out an irritated sound with a blast of steam and said, “The next time I sneak a smoke …” He paused but I could see he was really worked up so I kept my silence as he finished with …“I’ll make gosh darn sure no one can see me. Oh, just go back to sleep.”

“Earthlings!” He muttered, sticking his head under his wing, steam seeping out.

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For more information about Sunday Photo Fiction and how you can enter click here for the details. Alastair, the host with the most will take you through the steps. And, while there, be sure to click on the little blue guy for more short stories by some great writers!

Thanks for stopping by, hope you enjoyed,

~ Penny

Sunday Photo Fiction: Troubled Waters Bridge!

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photograph © Alastair Forbes

 

Photo prompt of a bridge going over a small river:

 

Not my usual gig.

I’m a detective. Wat (pronounced watt, short for ‘Waters’) Allen Bridge, my name. ‘Wat’ a nickname I got as a kid who loved being in the water more than anything else.

Anyway, I would have turned this gig or job down, except the money was too good, I was down to my last sawbuck and then there were the usual enticements; gorgeous sexy broad in fear for her life, hidden stash of cash, mob involvement … yada yada yada.

Like I said, all the usual we P.I.’s get our kicks out of … with one exception. The fish bowl.

Lily, that’s the broad’s name, came in carrying a fish bowl with obligatory goldfish, mermaid, fake sea grass and a closed miniature treasure chest sitting on some gravel inside. The water swishing along with the dame as she walked over and set the bowl on my desk.

‘What’s with the fish bowl, doll?” I asked.

She explained. According to his will, inside the closed treasure chest were a portion of the remains of her deceased husband. Not missing a trick I said, “Yeah if his remains are in there, he’s definitely deceased!” She wasn’t amused. She told me that inside the remains, inside the treasure chest was a key. A key to the location of a million dollars.

The problem was she couldn’t bring herself to open the miniature chest and dig through her husband’s remains to get the key. Which I could understand being a sensitive guy, but a million smackers is still a million smackers and for what I was being paid, no prob. I could get my fingers wet and open the sucker… or so I thought.

But the more I thought about it, well it kinda’ started to bother me too. Putting my fingers inside his remains just seemed, well, weird.

So here we sit staring at the fishbowl. I am troubled.

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Hope I made you smile, at least a little bit!

For more information about Sunday Photo Fiction click here for the details. Alastair will be your capable and caring guide. And, while there, be sure to click on the little blue guy for more short stories by some great writers!

Thanks for stopping by, have a great Sunday and week ahead,

~ Penny

Some fun for Everyone – Horton hears a Tardis!

I first wrote and posted this about a year ago, I hope you enjoy:

For all you “Dr Who” lovers – a bit of fun! 🙂

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copyright Nick Holmes

Horton Hears a Tardis
The day started out simply pleasant
In fact Horton knew it was great,
His favoritest meal
the bestest real deal
Was of course a nut full of plates! (actually it’s “a plate full of nuts” but then it wouldn’t rhyme would it. hello?)
*
Suddenly, Horton hears a strange sounding
and thinks to himself “Oh, no …
Not Whoville again?
They just would not send …
In fact, this time I’ll refuse to go.
*
But it turns out it wasn’t the Whoville
But rather “Dr Who” that arrived,
In his tardis he came
Horton hardly could blame
The Whovilles for who was inside.
*
And so Horton looked at the tardis
and then, of course at Doctor Who,
he said “no offense
And don’t think me dense,
but exactly ‘Who are you?’ “
*
And of course Dr. Who replied “Brilliant”
“What a capital elephant you be,
for though we’ve just met
You already get
The person, of course ‘Who’ is me!”
*
And Horton looked first at the tardis
And once again at Doctor Who,
Still shaking his head
and wished for his bed
replied one more time “Who? Are you?”
*
“Yes I am”, the good doctor responded
“And most happy to meet you am I,
If you really don’t mind
and would be so kind
We must wait for the Dalek to arrive.”
*
Now Horton, as you know is a thinker
Deep thoughts are really his forte,
But Doctor Who was a puzzle
And in a bit of a fuzzle
Horton knew not what to say.
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And so Dr. Who told him the story
The Daleks were bad guys, he knew,
So Horton told them (Dr. Who and his companions) to stay
And they left the next day (actually it was longer, but that doesn’t rhyme either),
The tardis, the Daleks, and Dr. Who.
*
Well Horton was glad when they vanished
Back to whenever they were from,
Now when Horton listens
He’s not listening for a who
but rather the sound of the drums (spoiler).
(you’ve gotta watch the tv series to figure the last line out!)
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For all you “Dr. Who” TV fans I hope you enjoyed this little bit of farce! I don’t claim to have the talent of Dr. Seuss, but this was fun to write. 

Have a great day!

~ Penny