Author: Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

230 Words

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

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The Lout’s

Conversation between two friends.

“I can not get over it, I mean I thought that person was so cool and well, nice!” Jerri said.

“I know right! I mean talk about having everything and then throwing it all away. What kind of a lummox does that?” Kelsey asked.

“Lummox, that’s a good one Jerri! Your nice way of saying a complete and total dolt?” Jerri laughed.

“Well, if the shoe fits, right? Honestly though, it would take a true bumpkin to cause that marriage to fail, I just don’t get it.” Kelsey shook her head despondently.

“Don’t take it too personally Kelsey, celebrities get married and divorced all the time. They don’t live in the real world. It’s why they act out, use drugs and alcohol and basically misuse and abuse each other. I say they’re all a bunch of buffoon’s if you ask me.” Jerri said.

“I don’t think it’s pc to use buffoon’s anymore Jerri, you know? But I get your meaning though. To have that kind of talent…” Kelsey began.

Jerri interrupted, “… and to be born with those looks! Aye yi yi!”

“I know right! Complete idiocy!” Kelsey continued.

“I believe he’s a total lout to be honest!” Jerri admitted.

“Wait, what?” Kelsey couldn’t believe her ears. “I was talking about her, not him!”

“The Lout’s,” they said in unison before breaking down into peals of laughter.

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

In response to word prompt RING provided by Fandango for Fandango’s One Word Challenge.

the colors sparkle
reflected moonlight
sending brilliant arcs
of color swirling
around the third
finger of her left hand

the love finger

a rainbow of colors
dance inside the stone
vying for dominance
inside their crystal prison
purples, greens, blues,
oranges, yellows and reds

all together separately

a shank of brilliant
hardened white gold
holds the rarest stone
within its unyielding grasp
the never-ending circlet
pinning it all in place

stronger than steel

four sharp pointed prongs
offering a promise
of things to come
that never could be
that never would be
impossible dreams

the end

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

In Response to prompt from dVerse Poets Pub
Posted by merrildsmith

A young lady draped in yellow silk
looks away from a moonlit ocean
waves of azure blue tease the sand
Her loyal canine waits by her side

Her stature longing as she gazes
into an unknown spot out of sight
Her eyes longing for something
she dare not reveal to a single soul

Yellow flowered hat fashioned
by London’s most famous milliner
hangs listlessly from her left wrist
bound in yellow cuffs of lace

Wind ruffles the folds of her gown
the sound unheard by the viewer
Lovely brown hair tied up in a bun
longs to be set free to fly

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

Prompt One-Liner Wednesday – Life Renews
June 8, 2022 by Linda G. Hill

Color refreshes my soul sending my spirit flying.

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris (Flash fiction in 100 words exactly.)

Gardening is my relaxation. Flowers are my heaven. I love the little critters that arrive in spring. The anoles, the crickets, snails and slugs. The birds and fireflies. Turtles sometimes and frogs always.

Hop hop hop. Right over my flip-flopped foot.

“Oh, hello!” I exclaimed.

Hop hop hop, he stopped. I followed. More hopping. I kept following. He took me to my lovely porcelain, vibrant blue bird-bath water fountain and waited. Thinking he wanted water, I lowered my hand and he hopped right in. Once on the edge, he turned to face me.

“Kiss a frog?” he asked.

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

They felon had been banished to the back-country. The chilling trip was an unknown, yet he had heard stories. UuikPinpricks of information came down the in-house communication network dubbed, ‘the slithery string,’ about the place unmanageable inmates like him were sent and never heard from again.

He had tried to miss the deportation wagon by hiding out in the laundry room, but the lid of the basket she had stuffed himself inside wouldn’t close the right way and in the end, he had been discovered.

Now he was handcuffed to ithe seat in front of him on what looked to be a dilapidated but school bus with two beefy prison guards on either side of him to insure he stayed put.

They bounced around uncomfortable in the semi-darknessz, dusk had just fallen. The old bus made a sharp right turn, hit several potholes and finally stopped. Before the bus stopped bouncing from the rough ride, the guards were manhandling him down the stairs and out of the door. He looked around confused, until he uh wedHuhis brain processed what his eyes were telling himo. A rickety yyuiold sign hung above the abandoned graveyard, but the words were still legible. ‘The WeBack-Country’ was painted across all yyyuuoooooooooookookokkvery Different dry and broken piece of rotting timbery. His distraught scream went unheeded.

Upturn

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

Buckets perched upon the sand
Force memories out of safekeeping
From the far recesses of my mind

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

As I floated along on my old log
I saw your boat pass me by today
Your sails full as you rode the wind
I traveled opposite slow and steady

You seemed so light so happy
so free and at your ease
Guiding your boat with one hand
holding her lovingly with the other

You did not notice me at all
as your boat passed me by
How I wish I could have flown
but both wings are broken you see

So I’m left here alone on my own
floating free on my borrowed log
Watching your happy family
pass me by on the deep blue sea

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

In response to Sue W. and GC’s weekly color challenge word prompt – Nautical Blue

He was positive he’d ordered his new boat in nautical blue. After waiting nearly a year for its completion, how disappointed he felt when they rolled it out of the marina on its trailer.

What was this? A bright, neon bluish green monstrosity of a sailing vessel! Normally a genteel man, considered quiet by most, he could not stop his repeated utterance of “oh noes!”

The ship builder’s bewilderment and surprise were evident. He had never disappointed a customer is his thirty plus years of ship building.

He asked his paying customer what was the problem? The new owner explained he had specifically ordered his boat in nautical blue. The ship builder answered emphatically that this was nautical blue.

They argued about it for a short period of time and then the new owner said to the ship builder, “Let’s take her out for her test run and I’ll show you nautical blue.”

Once past the docks and slipping through the canal following the buoy markers, the new Captain took the ship builder and his son into deep water.

After some test maneuvering and checking that all of the gauges were working, the Captain pointed straight ahead. In the distant, the ocean was so blue as to be almost black.

“That,” the Captain said with satisfaction, “is nautical blue.”

“Ah yes my good friend, you are correct. Now if you would, please examine the exterior of your new craft.”

He leaned over to examine the hull to find it gleaming a very rich shade of bluish black, matching perfectly the nautical blue of the deep rolling ocean they sailed upon.

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