Author: Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

Hosted by Lauren @ LSS Attitude of Gratitude

This week’s prompt is: Things I Don’t Miss

Do not misunderstand or misinterpret the title of the prompt and one of my younger sisters in the photograph with me, in the wrong way. My sister is a grown woman now, with a lovely grown daughter who has two beautiful teenage step-children, bless her. They live up in the Atlanta area and I, of course, reside down here on the southern coast of North Carolina. I do miss seeing her and them, but this post is not about that.

This is about things I do not miss, so here we go. I do not miss being a little girl and constantly being compared to my middle sister. Though I am the oldest, I was compared in a not very favorable way to her.

Examples: “What happened to you? Someone beat you with an ugly stick?”

That was my uncle, who would then turn to my beautiful, green-eyed platinum blonde sister and lavish praise on her for the rest of his visit. I stood back and watched, looked in the mirror and silently agreed with him. I held no ill-will towards my sister as it wasn’t her fault. However, the feelings I held towards my uncle were, less than flattering. This is something I do not miss.

“Why can’t you do your hair like your sister’s? Hers is so pretty and looks so finished. You look like you went through a clothes dryer Ami!” That was my father. My hair is wildly curly, fine and naturally fuzzy, no matter what I do to it. As we matured, my sisters hair grew longer and brighter and smoother, quite beautiful. She allowed no one to touch it and if by chance one did touch it; watch out for the meltdown, after which she was coddled by both parents and I was admonished for upsetting her. This is something I do not miss.

In school I was bullied mercilessly, this is something I do not miss. Although I’d love to come face to face with some of them now. I think they’d like to forget afterward too!

I do not miss the sadness and grief at the passing of my grandparents and much later, the passing of my own parents. I do not miss the pain experienced at the passing of beloved friends and treasured pets.

Because I do not miss these sad feelings, the overwhelming feelings of grief and despair, the lack of confidence and isolation, I’m able to survive. I’m able to thrive. Because I do not miss these things but remember them; I can look forward to and relish the things I will miss one day.

In response to Frank J. Tassone hosting for dVerse’s Haibun Monday 4-25-22: bird songs

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

lovely woodpecker’s
rat-a-tat-tat
heralding spring

He shows up every morning, tapping and tapping without fail. His little red crest bobbing to and fro; he’s putting on quite a show. Not looking for food, no not this one, a girl of his own is what he wants and soon.

So, early in the morning and sometimes at dusk; my little friend is out there making a fuss. Night turns into day and day to dusk and the little red-crested woodpecker never gives up. The days grow warmer, the days grow longer. Fragrant
flowers bloom around him and then; two red-crested heads bobbing together – they’re making a lovely nest!

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

In response to Lady Jabberwocky’s Prompt of the Week: Letters from CAMP

The little girl from two campsites down ran up and asked if she could pet my dog. My sweet girl sat quietly beside me, until I told her she could go say hello. Upon being verbally released by my voice, my sweet girl slowly lifted her huge one hundred and twenty-five pound body off the ground and approached the visiting girl; who now stood stock still with her eyes wide and her mouth frozen in a silent “Oh.”

I explained that my girl was very gentle and loved to be scratched under her chin and behind her ears. When the little girl didn’t move, my sweet girl promptly laid down, rolled over and presented her tummy to the little visitor.

They became fast friends after that. Whenever the child came to visit, my sweet girl would lay down immediately, so her little girl friend could scratch her belly while sitting on the ground beside her.

It was on the third day the little girl asked what kind of dog my sweet girl was, because she’d never seen a dog so big before. I explained that she was a mix of a domesticated wolf and a domesticated dog. I used the word domesticated only in explanation to her that none of the animals involved came from the wild.

For four solid days the child came and spent hours sitting with, petting and playing with my sweet, gentle girl. On the fifth day, the child did not visit but, I could see their very large, brand-new RV was still parked in its camping spot.

Around mid-afternoon, however, I did have some visitors. Two police vehicles and one animal control truck rolled up in front of my camper, blocking my drive. My sweet girl and I were inside my camper, eating our lunches. The knock on my old steel camper door was none too light.

It was the animal control person who asked me to step out of my camper, which I did. She asked me if I was housing a wolf in my camper, to which I answered truthfully, no. Then she said they had a report of a dangerous animal being kept on my premises illegally.

I calmly explained that I owned a very gentle female five year old wolfdog, whom I had owned since she was five weeks old. I also explained that I lived in my camper 24/7 with my sweet girl and the campground and surrounding camp residents knew about and loved her.

I was asked to show them documentation of her vaccinations, and any licenses I carried. I allowed them to look over all of my sweet girls legal documents. When they finished scrutinizing those, I showed them her Canine Good Citizenship Award as well as her graduation papers for completing puppy and then advanced obedience training.

By this time the two policemen had gotten out of their cars and were petting and playing gently with my sweet girl. An hour later the legal entourage departed satisfied and all smiles.

Two hours after that, I had packed up my RV, disconnected all my hook-up’s, filled my propane and gas tank, emptied our waste tanks and my sweet girl and I were on the road, again.

Prologue: Adding a picture of my “little” girl upon request.

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

In response to the picture prompt above provided by Fantango’s Flash Fiction Challenge

I thank you for all you do
Even when your days
are filled with mundane ways
You reach out to touch me
and I thank you

When your time is short
and your days are long
working hard and strong
You pick up your phone
and I thank you

Going against all of the rules
Meeting in places unknown
you’ve only ever shown
a deep care and deep love
and I thank you

I thank you for your smile
I thank you for your kiss
I thank you for your bliss
I thank you for your love
I thank you – I thank you

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

The Sunday Whirl
Posted by bwarren 04/24/22
Prompt words: color cloud search earth war suffering next forgive reject kill trenches mass

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She spoke through clouds
colored red with the mass
suffering of humanity

Her words search those on Earth
whose ears would not reject
the message she had for them

She urged and begged mankind
to leave their war torn trenches
behind as they cleaved her heart

To kill no longer and forgive themselves for their mistreatment
of each other and of Her

When next she spoke
she no longer urged
and she no longer begged

Her fury at being ignored
fractured the seven seas until they
overflowed their sandy shores

She spewed from her molten core
rivers of red hot lava to cover the land
returning it to its pristine wilderness

Her ground shuddered toppling snow-capped mountains opening chasms swallowing vile greed

She blew fearsome cyclonic monsoons
purifying her air of toxins and waste
eradicating pestilence and blight

She cried torrential tears thunder rocked the heavens above as she mourned her many losses

Her breath gentled parting ashes
from one green meadow far below
upon which a single daffodil grew

(Epilogue: The daffodil symbolizes rebirth and new beginnings.)

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

We were told to stand in line, hips turned slightly to the right. The modeling coach walked by each one of us, adjusting a shoulder there, a hip there.

She moved in front of me, I smiled in greeting. She sighed and said,

“I don’t want a friend. I want sexy, provocative!”

“I’m incomprehensibly provocative,” I said.

I never graduated modeling school.

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

Posted by EM’s Random Word Prompt ~ #127 Prompt Word Discordant

Like cheap strings
on a child’s play guitar
My family is discordant.

No matter how you twist
and turn the tuning knobs
Harmony is impossible to achieve.

Just as you think a pleasant sound
might sing from those tightened wires Snap goes one throwing them all out of tune again.

Friends have tried and professionals
have been paid thrice over again
But discordant my family is now
And discordant it always will be.

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

Friday Fictioneers for April 8th, 2022 Hosted by Rochelle Wisoff and David Stewart. Write a 100-word story exactly pertaining to the photograph above.

Genre: Fiction
Title: Breakfast for Two
Word Count: 100

I was literally so excited all week, I could barely function. I found myself starting to cook breakfast for him days before it was time for our second Sunday morning breakfast date.
Finally, after days and days of worrying over what placemats to use, where the silverware was supposed to be placed; was it salad fork first or spoon? No, spoon goes over the plate, appetizer fork first. Not having appetizers before breakfast. Silly me.
We were drinking Mimosa’s made with fresh juice I’d squeezed myself.
The doorbell rang, he was here!
That’s when the emergency sirens blared to life.

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

Wednesday April 20, 2022 Prompt via Bartholomew Barker that was a combo of the NaNoWriMo prompt and the April Poem-a-Day Challenge prompt from Write Better Poetry.
Write a poem that anthropomorphizes a kind of food, using at least three of the following six words; or go for extra credit and use all six: Content, Double, Guide, Meet, Pump, Suit.

Content I was without it
In fact, I could nearly fit
into my new double breasted suit.

But no, you had to guide me to where that chocolate meets the top of that luscious glazed air baked donut, shop.

The one that pumps air into their
donuts, making them light and
fluffy and sweet and oh so good.

Foul thing you are, you heavenly
warmed, melted chocolate
running down the glazed donut sides.

Calling to me in my waking hours,
beckoning me in the night to eat,
eat, even as that blasted insulin needle
sticks!

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

One-Liner Wednesday –
April 20, 2022 Hosted by Linda G. Hill
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Remember never to throw stones, they most likely will get thrown back at you and with better aim!
Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris