Next Time

Photo credit@ Geogia Koch

Next Time

A copper tang mingled with the dockyard flotsam.
“Lotta blood. She been dead long?”
“An hour or two, hard to say for sure.”
“Not really, just a little damp.”
The officer turned to face his partner; her uniform, wet and tattered, “Same MO, same perp?”
“You look rode hard. How long you been chasing this asshole?”
“About two hours too long,” she said, her voice strangely shallow.
“Next time call for backup. You always gotta be a damn hero.”
“Sure, next time,” her words trailed off as her image faded to nothingness.

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A Wild Idea

National Park Service Centennial
August 25, 2016

Photo credit @PDPhoto

August 25, 2016 marks the U.S. National Park Service Centennial. The National Park System manages 407 national parks and continuously promotes good stewardship for the wild spaces we have come to love. These parks have been set aside for future generations to enjoy and we as Americans are stake holders in the continued efforts to preserve and protect them. Here is my tribute to Yosemite National Park and to two of the men who were dedicated to her preservation. #FindYourPark and National Park Service


A Wild Idea

Dear John,
No words can convey the hidden spirit of the wilderness and I confess that your vivid prose had not prepared me for the beauty of this wild place, a natural cathedral far grander than anything built by the hand of man*. I stood at the base of a 3000 year old sequoia and in its presence I could not envision a more commendable legacy than to preserve these giants.
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A Better Plan #FridayFictioneers

Photo credit @Adam Ickes

A Better Plan

Wanting to disappear, I curled into myself and buried my head under the soft pillow. If I made myself small enough, I could hide from the last hours of my dad’s life.
You wrapped around me, wanting to shield me from my grief.
“No more suffering,” you said but I wasn’t sure who’s suffering you meant.
“It feels like I killed him,” I confessed.
“He begged me to push him off a dock and leave him. I couldn’t do it,” you whispered.

“That’s just stupid,” I lifted my head with a soft chuckle, “God, I’m going to miss that ridiculous old cowboy.”


In control until his last breath, my father died exactly 24 hours after he told the hospice nurse, “This will all be over by tomorrow.” The story is true and I’m so glad that my husband didn’t agree to my dad’s demand. Calling hospice was exactly the right thing to do. He had a good death with my sister and I at his bedside. I couldn’t have wished for a better ending to his story. And a day doesn’t go by that I don’t miss him and his tales and his sense of humor.

For more 100 word stories sail over to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields‘ website and follow the dock to Friday Fictionners. (Oops, I guess it’s a bridge and not a dock.)