Oakland: Colorado County

{Asa Gray the Cat}

Bonfires incinerated debris, as smog assaulted; Aunt Rosalyn huddled in her apartment.   She was comforted from the outside smoke by her cat, Asa Gray.  Asa might have lost his mortal life due to a heart-attack from being scared by a lawn mower backfiring, but he would be forever loved in a hermetically sealed family shrine.  (31:365)

Oakland: Colorado County

{Aunt Rosalyn and the Grabage Truck}

Robotic arms grabbed the Polk County Trash cans; flipped them into the garbage-truck, and then gently set them into their designated spot in the car port.   Aunt Rosalyn rose from her rocker, her book on taxidermy dropped to floor; her jaw went slack with unbelief.   She was undone by Polk County’s future garbage machine. (30:365)

Oakland: Colorado County

Grandma's Dream-House

The red brick house, with short green front lawn, was captured on the canvas.  Grandma the artist, applied paint, judiciously lined.  She shaped each brick, as she recalled how Grandpa had stacked them when the house was first built. This was her hundredth version.  She hoped eternally, oil on canvas, to store her voluptuous dream.                                 (25:365 Count for my Goal of 365- 55 word stories, then I plan to begin a novel, maybe using some of this material, maybe coming up with a new approach).

Kaddish (קדיש Aramaic: "holy") refers to an important and central prayer in the Jewish prayer service. The central theme of the Kaddish is the magnification and sanctification of God's name. In the liturgy, several variations of the Kaddish are used functionally as separators between various sections of the service. The term "Kaddish" is often used to refer specifically to "The Mourners' Kaddish," said as part of the mourning rituals in Judaism in all prayer services as well as at funerals and memorials. When mention is made of "saying Kaddish", this unambiguously denotes the rituals of mourning.

Oakland:Colorado County

The Lawn Job

Belle Gato would do the job.

 “It has to be her! She’s great!”, thought her father in law.

 He sharpened his cleaver.   

He called Belle. 

Belle answered.  

“you are  great…like my own daughter… By the way I have something for...! ”

Belle arrived, on her hands and knees, and began to edge the yard. (14-356)