C for Clear

By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris

Office by KL Caley

I’ve watched her do it a hundred times, no, two hundred! Push this button and, nope, screen went blue, not good. I’ll just try this other one with that Apple thing on it, she uses it the most to write on and doesn’t cuss at it as much as this other all blue one. What’s this now? An R? On the one that isn’t an Apple thingy.

I’ll push the R, for red so the blue will go away. And push! Sirens? What? I’ve attempted to access an adult restricted site? Why would someone put an adult restricted site on a kids computer? Oh right, these are moms computers. One for working for money and one for working for free …. writing. She says that all the time.

Ok, I’ll just push this one, C for clean up. That’s the ticket. I’ll hold it down over and over again until I’ve cleaned it all up. And swoop! That was the last one.

Hey mom! Come and see what I’ve done! I’ve completely cleaned up both your computers, all shiny, new and blue.

Mom? Mom? What are you doing on the floor?


34 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Cave



By Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

I wish that I were a bat,

Not a care in the world

Save to sleep in a cave

Away from strife

Away from life

So cool and clean

High above the furthest ravine.

Tala the Queen

Tala patrolling perimeter … in between naps. Both slept with me and kept me warm last night. ❤️

Koda Waiting

Little Koda lays here beside me for hours, waiting for this monster COVID to let go of me. My big girl patrols outside, waiting too. Waiting. Waiting while so sick and alone would truly be intolerable without my furry loves.


Reena has given us this PROMPT #213


Image credit: master1305 at freepik

The nightmare came again. Yellow goo swallowing me into a diseased COVID haze. I dare not lay back, lest the yellow muck of phlegm and mucus my body is suffocating me in, in its feeble attempt to wash these toxins from my ailing cells, drowns me instead.

Shaking my fist at the irony of man in his attempt to salvage life, to make it last longer, to be healthier; has inadvertently created an illness that converts, changes, metamorphosis’ into something even man’s feeble drugs can not touch.

The body aches for release from this torment. I shall not give in, I shall not let COVID win. I sleep.


In response to Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers Prompt in 100 words

Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers
Photo Prompt by Bradley Harris

By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris

“I’m not sure we’ve chosen the right place dear.”

“Why ever not husband, the sun warm, the water blue and the mountains will keep the cloudlettes in line,” wife admonished.

“Just a feeling I have wife, a feeling of deja vu if you will,” his edges growing darker, his grumblings much louder now.

“You’re leaking again husband,” wife giggled.

“I was sure we could make it over the mountain tops to the sea my wife, no matter, gather around everyone we go together!”

Rain fell, watering creatures great and small, tiny rivulets making their way to the sea.

The Moon – A Conversation


by Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris

(83 words)

What is that Daddy?

Why that’s the moon baby.

What’s a moon Daddy?

Well, it’s a giant round rock that circles the Earth.

What does it do Daddy?

When the moon crosses over the ocean it creates waves.

Who put it up there Daddy?

Well, God put the moon in the sky baby.

What is God Daddy?

Well baby, God is a wonderful Being.

Why would a bean put a rock in the sky Daddy?

I love you baby.

I love you Daddy.

Jolted Awake

Reena Saxena’s Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge response to prompts

Loud Thunder

Unseasonal Fear

Surprised Sun


Jolted Awake

Artist: Wictoria Matynia for Shutterstock.com

By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris

The Surprised Sun glanced down from his perch light years away, To study the tiny round speck circling him in a perfect revolution of 365 turns.

The loud thunder arising from the tiny planet was a little unsettling, Particularly when it awoke his paramour, Lady Moon snagged in a nightmare of unseasonal fear.

What is it Love? She asked sleepily, urging the twinkling stars around her be still so she could hear her true loves response from across the void of never-ending space.

I think it’s those pesky bipeds again, trying to recreate the power of Me, he answered with the haughtiness of time and wisdom. “Go back to sleep dear,” he said to his Lady and she did.

Olive Branch

Just Jot it January 2022 – The Rules by Linda G. Hill – PROMPT WORD “CHOCOLATE”

January 10 – Ritu Bhathal http://www.butismileanyway.com/ – “chocolate”

It was my grandsons first day of kindergarten. I had acquired custody three years prior. He was determined to ride the bus the first day, which he did with glee. His smile so contagious and his energy so massively infectious, that I was bursting out of my own seams that afternoon waiting for him to come home and tell me all about it.

He stepped off the bus, smiling but way less enthusiastically than he had gotten on. I asked how it went and he said he had great fun but didn’t much think he was going to like mathematics. I asked which was his favorite subject so far to which he answered immediately, “Recess and lunch!”

That same night after dinner, bath, teeth brushing, a story and a song and his final kiss goodnight, I was nearly out of his bedroom door when his voice speared me through the darkness, landing a dagger in my heart.

“MeMe?” He asked quietly, “Am I chocolate or vanilla? You know, black or white?”

I assume he’d gotten questioned in school.

Although we have talked about his heritage at great length, I guess nothing says it’s real like peer pressure.

“What do you consider yourself to be my love?”

He held his arm up against mine, my summer tan fading while his luscious color stayed put.

He said, “I’m not black skinned, I’m not white skinned, I’m not pink skinned like you. I’m olive!”

“That you are!” I smiled and explained the meaning of an olive branch, he really liked that.

“But the color of your skin holds much deeper meaning than just the color. You hold so many different stories within that little body! A world history of cultures, struggles, triumphs, eons and eons of information we can explore together over the years. Then if you decide you want to follow one path over another when you are older, you can do so based on fact, research and what you feel in your heart.”

I looked down to see he was sound asleep. He will have a plethora of culture, genetic imprinting and family history to choose from. Here are his familial bloodlines; Black, White, Puerto Rican, Scotch/Irish, Celtic, Native American (Sauk & Fox Tribe, Tama, IA) and Swedish, to start.

Yes, he’s definitely our little Olive Branch!