The Getaway

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

Image credit: Yaopey Yong @ Unsplash

In response to Sadje’s
What Do You See Prompt #146

She needed to pedal faster, but her little brother was barely holding on. Marika promised her mother that she would get her baby brother to safety and she would do it, no matter what. Kiyoshi begged her to slow down, but she could not. He slipped and screamed, with one hand she hauled him up behind her, yelling at him to hold tight around her waist.

Marika risked a quick glance behind her, she gasped. Hundreds and hundreds of citizens ran from the blossoming white cloud that had enveloped the city proper. She pedaled faster, up and up to the top of the mountain and down the other side until she found her private hideaway; a small cave that was just big enough for them, plus the big bicycle her mother had borrowed.

They had only just entered the cave and pulled the over-large bicycle in when the entire mountain began to shake. The wind moaned as though tortured by the ominous white cloud and then a noise so loud, they held their hands tightly over their ears for a very long time. Then there was nothing but painful silence – everywhere.

The Osprey Feather

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

Photograph by F.E. Jones

An Osprey left a gift today
one you found while walking
along the path on your way

A short walk to get some air
the breeze so nice a slight rain
and the weather so very fair

Upon the trail you happened to see
a long lovely Osprey feather
and gave it to me

Your words this night rang true
was a most beautiful thing to hear
so clear and heartfelt from you

Before I was in your life
and you were in mine
you wore a mantle of strife

Now because your heart and mine
are no longer two but only one
the Osprey feather does us bind

Restless Rita

– A Silly Ditty

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
In response to A Letter A Week – R,
Hosted by NOPE, NOT PAM

Restless Rita ran wherever she went
right up to the red hour
when it was time to hop
into her bright rosey bed

As soon as the moon slipped
away for its daily respite
Restless Rita was up running about
with her best friend Roberta

Roberta and Rita ran quite fast
they ran long and they ran hard
Suddenly Roberta and Rita
realized they had run too far

They’d passed Ruth’s Steak House
and Ruby’s Hair Salon
They’d even gone by Roger’s Inn
On Fifth and Reindeer Street

Rubbing their faces and wondering
what they were going to do
When Roberta’s dad Rubin pulled
up in his old 1958 Rambler A

Both girls received quite a lecture
about playing close to home
He reiterated his point when they
got to Roberta’s house

Rita’s dad was waiting at Roberta’s
a very stern look on his face
After that neither girl could race
with red bottoms and two red faces

Triple O7

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

Photo prompt @ Sandra Crook

In response to Rochelle Wisoff’s 100 word only – picture prompt for Friday Fictioneers.

The man was the most gorgeous man she had ever seen. That white hair and close trimmed beard and mustache, had her salivating and not just from her mouth. Unbelievably, he had chosen her out of the dating group she had been assigned to.

That had been earlier. Dinner was exquisite, the wine expensive and their shared dessert, beyond description. Now they were in his silver 2023 Koenigsegg Jesko Absolut and had bypassed the 100 mph mark all the while driving on the sidewalk no less!

“Who are you?” she asked.

“Triple O7 at your service my love. Hold on!”


By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

An ache awakens so deep
so unquestionably profound
it tramples physical pain
into near non-existence

A lover drives away dust swirling
next interlude unknown to each
the ache begins deep within the heart
where he is held quietly and secretly

Ache expands and explicates
watching the moving van lumber
down the neighborhood street
taking a best friend far away

A child once innocent and sweet
grown into a rapacious adult
her countenance distant and cold
the swelling ache unsustainable

Sitting alone in a darkened room
heartache devours the soul
leaves behind an aged empty shell
so much heartache left there now

Little Seed

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

Photo By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

Little seed I planted deep
Spreading water all around
Up strong and so tall

Or will you stay snug
wrapped in
your soil
covered rug
To stay little and small
at all

Another Jamboree

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

In response to Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #270 – JAMBOREE
in 86 words exactly.

Another jamboree marches by, I smile and I cry and I smile some more. The festival colors, all a flutter in rain or in shine bring a tear of gladness to my eye, a hidden tear of agony to my heart.

Watching people strolling around, dancing around, happy and laughing within the crowd, brings me such joy. You are there walking so free without me, unable to walk by your side, I die inside. Then you look up and smile and I smile again – for you.

(86 Words)

Had I A Cherry

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

Response to two prompts:

A Bowl of Cherries picture prompt in exactly 99 words
Hosted by Charli Mills of The Carrot Ranch
Weekly Prompts Weekend Challenge – Prompt Word – Memory
Hosted by SueW & GC

Had I a red cherry for every memory lost I’d own the largest cherry tree
from the East to the West Coast

Sweet mountain cherries all fresh
Picked daily in the new morning dew
Each one a memory returning to me

Some so tart set my mouth a-pucker
Others sweeter than honey’s nectar
Good ones or bad ones memories all

Erubescent rubies piled up so high
A delicious bite of cold crimson fruit
Bringing magical memories to mind

Each remembrance is treasured true
Lay in a bowl full of luscious cherries
Lovingly shared with every one of you

The Walkway

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

Image credit; Casey Horner @ Unsplash

WWDYS #144-A Picture Prompt
Hosted by Sadje

There is a walkway in my mind,
I travel through it
from time to time.

My breathing slows,
I cross my legs
and travel far below.

Along the tree lined
path I find several old
friends of mine.

Waiting patiently near
the bank my beautiful
timber-wolf appears.

Flying strongly overhead
her wings outstretched
the hawk in sky does tread.

Into the trees I now spy
a massive buck
his rack so high.

Then through the water
crystal clear a sweet
blue dolphin brings up the rear.

All are guides my friends
it’s true they come to me
my heart does mend.