Birds of Prey

May 8, 2016October 21, 2016 / Sheila McIntrye Good, Author / 16 Comments

Rochelle Wisoff Fields Friday Fictioneers

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

“Mommy, I’m scared. Where’s Kyle?” Her pouty lips trembled.

Her mother squeezed her daughter’s hand. “I don’t know.”

Kyle’s little sister sniffled. “I tried to find him, honest.”

“I know you did, sweetheart.”

“He’s better at hide-n-seek than I am.” Tears rolled down the child’s cheeks. “I want to go home.”

“Me too.” The woman knelt beside her daughter and pointed. “See all the birds?”

“Uh-huh.”

“They can see for miles.” Her breath caught – a bird of prey circled nearby.

The child’s eyes widened. “Are they looking for Kyle too?”

Kyle’s mother uttered a silent prayer for her son. “Maybe.”

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Relaxing on the Beach

May 6, 2016October 21, 2016 / Sheila McIntrye Good, Author / 6 Comments

DAILY PROMPT: Beach

Myrtle Beach

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There’s nothing quite like getting up early in the morning and enjoying a cup of coffee overlooking the massive expanse of the ocean.Listening to the waves rush toward shore is one of God’s most beautiful lullabies.

The beach – one of the most beautiful places on earth to chill out, reconnect, shut out the world and all its craziness, and just be present.

I don’t go as often as I like but the beach holds precious memories for me. The times I took my girls, trips with my husband, my best friend, and watching the joy of my Bichon Frise discover the ocean for the first time. Those are the memories that will last a lifetime.

Take a trip to the beach this year, breathe in the salt air, and listen to God’s lullaby. Just one word of caution, unless you’re a lot younger than I – make sure you don’t find yourself on the third floor of a cottage without an elevator.

It’s gonna take us at least another week to recuperate from all those steps and my poor pup – her tongue is still hanging out.

Piper

God’s Lullaby @ Myrtle Beach

Do you have a vacation to the beach planned this year? Share your trip with us.

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Raison D’être

May 6, 2016October 21, 2016 / Sheila McIntrye Good, Author / 17 Comments

The Daily Post: Why do you create? Publish a post about your artistic raison d’être.

I’ve written about this before, but when this challenge came up, I thought my words were worth sharing again.

After years of writing by a stream in a cow pasture, hiding my words from the world, between the pages of a worn-down journal, I have found my voice, and so I write.

Writing is like purging my soul. Sometimes, the words I spew onto the paper are words I’m unable or unwilling to say aloud. Other times, I have a story to tell.

Whether it’s laughter or the dark side of life, the human spirit inspires me. I write in pursuit of lost memories, gathering them to me like a squirrel gathering nuts before the winter cold.

I’m inspired to leave a legacy of words and stories for my family. Stories to touch their hearts, comfort them, and memories they don’t have to spend a lifetime seeking.

I write not that, in the end, my singular voice matters more than others do, or will move mountains, but perhaps, it will become one of many and create a chorus of positive change.

Why do you create? Write?

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A Sad Word–or Not?

May 5, 2016October 21, 2016 / Sheila McIntrye Good, Author / 4 Comments

Sometimes words are so perfect in what they say, you have to share them. Thanks Linda for these beautiful words.

Just Writing!

Abandoned

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I am always intrigued by the way words in the English language can mean totally different things, or at least have several different connotations.

No one wants to be abandoned. Abandonment raises many counseling issues, and tends to color a person’s whole life in shades of black and grey. The abandoned person feels worthless, isolated, guilty. If a child is abandoned by a parent, lifelong struggles with the results of that can twist his life. When an adult child abandons an elderly parent, the hopelessness is painful to see.

We think of abandoned pets, abandoned houses that deteriorate and are finally condemned. Abandoned train stations and rail yards proliferate across our landscape, and are often the settings for interesting photography. Abandoned mines cause sinkholes; they are dangerous in other ways as well. An abandoned graveyard is surely one…

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