Five Photos – Five Stories – Day 5

I enjoy watching the hummingbirds and so did my cat. Except, my cat watched them for a different reason. One day she “gifted” me with a hummingbird. Of course, when I saw the little bird laying on the living room floor, deader than a doornail stiff, I shrieked. My cat was very proud of the gift she had given me. I was horrified. They are sweet little birds that shouldn’t be on my cat’s menu. Sassy was a well fed cat and didn’t need to kill birds to eat. Therefore, she got no pity from me.

Picking up the little body, I wrapped it very carefully in paper towels and gave her a quick funeral in the trash can. I walked off to do something else and my conscience told me to go get that little bird and bury her outside. I turned around and went and took her out of the trash. Wait… What? Why is this little bird moving? Dead birds don’t move. I quickly unwrapped her from the paper towels and discovered she was alive! She had only been in shock. After inspecting her and confirming there were no wounds on her, I took her outside and sat her on the patio table hoping she would fly away. She tried, but her little wings couldn’t take flight. I determined she must have a broken or bruised wing.

I set up housekeeping for my little bird, in a box with a hummingbird feeder. To keep her safe from a certain death, I kept her locked in my bathroom for a few days.

I bought her a bird cage and put her in the area where I am most of the time, the kitchen. My cat wasn’t too happy about her “gift” being in a cage on top of the freezer, but she dealt with it. One day I tried covering her cage thinking that might be calming to her. She threw a fit. So, I took it off. I named her Flower, and she would cling to my finger as I lifted her out of her cage to kiss the top of her tiny head. Every few days I would set her on the patio table to see if she would fly, but to no advail.

Thanks to the Humane Society, a couple was found that rehabilitates birds and then releases them. Reluctantly, I gave them Flower.

Two weeks later the woman called me and told me she found Flower flying around her cage that morning. So, she put her cage on the picnic table, leaving the hatch door open. She said she watched as Flower poked her head out the hatch door but she wouldn’t fly out, until another hummingbird flew into her cage to eat from her feeder. Flower then made her escape to freedom and in just enough time to migrate with the other hummingbirds.

Last summer, while I was sitting in front of my large kitchen window a little hummingbird came flying right up to the window, hovering for a few minutes as it watched me, then flew away. I can’t say for sure if that was Flower, but I certainly like to think so.

My cat never again gifted me with a hummingbird. But at least I got to save one little bird, and her name was Flower.

I was kindly nominated to participate in the Five Days Challenge by snowsfissuresandfractures and was asked to post five photos, one per day for five days, and write five stories, one for each day. Today is day 5.

Next, I am to select one person (each day), to carry on this challenge.

Today, I choose JR, author of the blog, Nuggets of Gold. I am asking you to post a photo every day for five days and write a story to go along with each photo. This story can be fiction or non-fiction and can be from a short paragraph to a page. Next, please select one person each day to carry on this challenge. This challenge is not mandatory and can be refused. (However, I hope you will agree to participate and to join the fun).

This is my last day of the challenge and I wish to tell snowsfissuresandfractures thank you for this opportunity.

I would also like to thank all of you who have so graciously accepted this challenge.






 

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Five Photos – Five Stories – Day 4

I was given this Cactus for Christmas 2013. I had no idea that you need to put it in darkness, or semi-darkness for 12 weeks prior to Christmas in order for it to bloom for the holiday.

When I found this out in December, I immediately put it in the back bedroom and didn't give it water for about 8-9 weeks. Then, I gave it a little water. Almost immediately it began to bud. After a few more weeks, it has fully bloomed, and it was approximately 12 weeks from the time I put it in the semi-dark.

I'm kind of proud of this pretty little cactus. However, Christmas for this little cactus came in February.

I was kindly nominated to participate in the Five Days Challenge by snowsfissuresandfractures and was asked to post five photos, one per day for five days, and write five stories, one for each day. Today is day 4.

Next, I am to select one person (each day), to carry on this challenge.

Today, I choose Yinglan, author of the blog, Hidden Stars Fiction. I am asking you to post a photo every day for five days and write a story to go along with each photo. This story can be fiction or non-fiction and can be from a short paragraph to a page. And, please select one person each day to carry on this challenge. This challenge is not mandatory and can be refused. (I hope you won't refuse and will agree to join the fun).


 

Five Photos – Five Stories – Day 3

Sputtering and spitting, the motor coughed one final time and came to a complete stop. Steamy water started spewing from the radiator. In the blackness of night, Lisa pushed the numbers to call her husband.

“Damn! No charge!”

She panics when she realizes she has no choice but to walk back to her friend’s house for help. The problem is, they just finished watching a horror flick on television and her nerves haven’t settled down yet.

After 30 minutes of trying to conger up the courage, Lisa faces the trepidation and starts the walk to her friend’s house. She tries to think of anything except that damn horror movie or wild animals in the woods. A wolf howls a long soulful sound in the distance. An owl hoots and crickets fill the silence with their noisey racket. She tries to find comfort in the sounds. They add to her foreboding. She watches with dismay as the shadows of the leaves flutter and dance across the asphalt causing her to wrap her arms around herself even tighter.

She feels a light breeze on her neck. Or was that someone’s breath? She jerks herself around but no one was there. She continues walking and hears a scream. She convinces herself it is a wild animal and not human. Her heart is pumping so fast she is afraid she might pass out. All of her senses are on high “terror” alert.

She hears a car coming and sees the lights but suddenly it is gone.

“That’s creepy! That car just disappeared into nowhere.” Panicing, she stops and looks around, nothing. No car. No lights. Just pitch black night. She continues to walk, but cautiously. She hears steps behind her. She’s sure of it. Just as she was beginning to run, something jerks her shoulder back and she turns around and screams,

“Oh my God, you scared me to death Richard!”

“Sorry honey, I waited for you to come home then called Susan. She said you left almost an hour ago and I was worried about you and saw your car parked on the side of the road.”

Relieved, she sank into her husband’s chest and cried.

I was kindly nominated to participate in the Five Days Challenge by snowsfissuresandfractures and was asked to post five photos, one per day for five days, and write five stories, one for each day.

Next, I am to select one person each day, to carry on this challenge.

Today, I would like to select Ruchi, author of the blog, Come Travel Along to participate in this challenge. Please post a photo for five days and write a story, within the remaining days of February. The story can be fiction or non-fiction and can be from a short paragraph to a page. You can write about the photo if you wish, or even embellish the story of the photo. The story is your call. This challenge is entirely elective and you may refuse, if you wish. But, I hope you won’t and will elect to join the fun.

 

Five Photos-Five Stories-Day 2

The chapel is swelling with the busy-ness of the wedding preparations and threatening to explode from the influx of guests arriving. The organist is at the organ waiting to start the music. The ushers are standing in the ready position near the door to seat mamma and Ricky’s parents. Mamma is making sure the bouquets on the end of each of the pews are proportionately placed and that perfection shines in the chapel.

Ricky is in some room with his family and Sissy and I are in the bride’s room making preparations for me and Ricky to take that walk down the aisle. I mean, that long walk down the aisle. The butterflies in my stomach are getting worse and mamma walks in. Suddenly, I feel like I’m going to burst into tears. I don’t understand why on earth I am so nervous. Why Ricky and I have talked of marriage for the whole seven months we’ve been dating.

In spite of these jitters, I feel pretty wearing my mamma’s wedding dress and my grandma’s engagement ring. Sissy finished my makeup and as she is fixing my hair, mamma comes over to me and looks into my eyes with huge tears rolling down her cheeks. I couldn’t hold it back any longer. I burst into uncontrollable tears and choking sobs.

I just don’t understand why I am acting like this. After all, Ricky and I are adults, he is 19 years old and I’m 18 years old. Now, dadgummed it! I have to worry about my Panda eyes.

I was selected for this challenge by snowsfissures and fractures.

I am challenged to post five photos in five days and to write a story for each photo. The story can be fiction or non-fiction.

I am asked to select a new person each day to continue this challenge.

My selection for today is Lrod, author of the blog, LRod’s Blog. I challenge her to post five photos for five days and to write a one paragraph story, fiction or non-fiction, for each photo. The story can simply be explaining the photo or an embellished explanation of the photo. Or, if she prefers, to write a poem.





 

 

Five Photos – Five Stories

Walking through the River Walk Park with my ever faithful companion, Bria, we ran into this beauty.

Geese seem so regal to me. They don’t question what their purpose in life is. Nor do they complain about the water being too cold. They simply be exactly who it is they were made to be, geese. On this day, their purpose was to spend time enjoying the Animas River at the River Walk Park and enjoying the food I threw to them.

Soon, their very essence will lift them up to spread their wings to fly to the next leg of their journey. I wish them a safe and pleasant flight. Still, I can’t help but wonder. Will they remember me?

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My thank you to Snow’s Fissures and Fractures for nominating me to this special Five Photos Five Stories challenge. I am to post a photo each day for five consecutive days and attach a story, either fiction or non-fiction, to the photo each day. Each day, I am to select one person and nominate them to participate in this great challenge. Accepting the challenge is entirely up to the person nominated, as it is not mandatory.

Today, I would like to nominate Ady, author of the blog, Round World N Me.