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By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

In response to Fandango’s One Word Challenge Prompt Word – BOAT

B = Beauty on the open sea
As far as my eyes can see

O = Open spaces far and wide
Sailing out on the morning tide

A = Altruistic endeavor’s ending well
Saving turtles, dolphins and whales

T = Travel far to distant lands
Making new friends shaking hands

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

It had gone all wrong! His Commander was going to have him court-martialed or worse, he’d have to face the firing squad at dawn.

The fledgling scientist, newly recruited into the Party, had assured them that he could and would double or triple the size of their army with his newest gadget, the Replicating Ray Gun. He had replicated hundreds of items so far, a car, a boat, a ladies high-end handbag, which had netted him thousands of rouble’s in sales. He had replicated a tank and even one of their most deadly weapons, the RS-28 Sarmat, which NATO dubbed “Satan 2,” all without a single glitch.

So why were there thousands and thousands upon thousands of rocks and boulders laying where there should be thousands upon thousands of Soviet soldiers?

He heard the jingle of handcuffs along with the heavy plod of his Commander’s footfalls and turned slowly to face his soon-to-be executioner.

Photo’s by Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

Lens Artists Photo Challenge #207 Seeing Double Hosted by Jez

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

In response to Christine Bialczak @ Stein Writing’s – Simply 6 Minutes – Welcome to the Challenge: 07/12/2022

The Earth trembled as she lifted paradise in her hands made corporeal from the polluted crust of her mantle, to hold high in the sky, where the cancer of man could not reach it.

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

In response to #WRITEPHOTO – Ribbit Hosted by KL Caley

The senator from Texas, the frog on the left, spoke vehement frog talk to the frog senator from Florida, the frog on the right.

As the Florida senator spoke, the Texan senator turned as if to hop on out of the hot seat, or off the hot leaf as case in fact, it was.

Soon the leaf they both clung to with their slimy, webbed feet, became so hot from the summer sun, both had to leap without securing a landing spot, leaving the steaming leaf vacant and ready for newer, slimier frogs.

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

In response to GirlieOnTheEdge’s 
Six Sentence Story Thursday Link Up! 
PROMPT WORD:  EXCHANGE

This is a story about two women who loved the same man and the man who loved them, albeit in different ways and with a different type of passion for each, as the women were not at all alike, yet both filled him with joy and happiness and completed him where only one never could. 

The problem of course, was that neither woman knew about the other as one was a wife to the man of many years and the other a girlfriend and lover, also of many years yet, neither had ever discovered the truth in all that time because the man loved and adored both, he was very careful lest he loose one or both of them should they discover the truth about the double life he led. 

On Valentine’s Day, toward late afternoon, each of the women received a huge flower arrangement containing their favorite blossoms, red roses for the wife and white daisies with baby’s breath for the girlfriend. 

The man left handwritten cards to be delivered with the flowers that day, unfortunately the girl at the flower shop was new and became quite confused about which arrangement went to which woman, and unwilling to admit she was discombobulated, she completed the sale and sent him on his way. 

So it was that each lady received the other ladies flowers and the very personal correspondence attached declaring his undying love and commitment to each, except the names were incorrect on each woman’s card. 

Much to his surprise, his wife did not ask for a divorce at all, but requested an exchange in that the wife wanted to be the girlfriend and so the girlfriend became the wife and the wife became the girlfriend and the man lived a happy but extremely tiring life for a very, very long time. 

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

In response to FFFC # 176, hosted by Fandango
and
FSS # 54, hosted by Fandango

We hugged, we talked, we laughed, we loved. We tried not to think about what the morning would bring as our eyes met across the busy café tables, I was struck with a feeling of despair so deep, I shivered and tears swam uninvited beneath my lashes.

Noticing my distress, and she always noticed everything, she comprehended my sudden emotional dive into depression.

“It will be okay Babe. I know it’s a long deployment, but think of the benefits, plus extra for hazard pay. We’ll be able to get that condo on the beach we want when I get back, ok?”

She brushed a tear from my cheek with the back of her soft, but very strong hand.

We spent the rest of the day touring the city that would one day be our home. She ate caramel and I ate fudge. Our lips met and we tasted an exquisite explosion of sweet, saltiness between us.

All of these memories cascaded inside my mind, coming to a full halt at the site of a military officer standing at my front door, holding a perfectly folded American flag beneath his arm.

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

I sat beneath its picture there
depressed sad and alone
that night with rain cold and wind
howling at my windows hard

Staring at its lovely blue-green form
I thought I saw it’s big flipper move
Shaking my head I squinted my eyes
sure as I was it was all in my head

Then a soft voice slid from the beak
stout and strong with a whisper
so sweet I sat down on the floor
with a plunk I landed feeling no pain

Turning her head she spoke to me
a gentle wisp of a sound with bubbles
around her neck and face then she
smiled and bid me not be afraid

How is it, she asked, that you gaze
upon me day after day and year
after year longing for the sea
but you remain here sad and unwell?

Astounded I could only remain mute
shaking my head and scrubbed
my eyes to find her sitting on the floor right next to me there

She lay her heavy heavy head upon
my knee and cocked her neck
to gaze up at me so serene and calm
like this was commonplace

To speak with a blue turtle from the aged picture on my wall How? I asked at which she smiled I had no idea a blue turtle could smile

Smile she did showing teeth
and tongue and she said it was time
for us to begin our trek to the sea
where we wanted to be after all

I felt a gust of wind and a cold
spray on my face tasted salt
on my lips and tried to stand up
finding flippers for feet

And a strong tail where my rump
should be then I twisted my neck
to find a shell on my back
glistening blue and gold against

A deep sunset surrounded by miles
and miles of soft sand that warmed
my soul from my top to my end
I asked her in turtle about her name

Again she smiled and she winked this time saying I had gotten it all wrong you see as she was a he and I was the she together we dove into the deep blue sea

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

In response to Bartholomew Barker’s Monday poetry prompt – Native.

She spoke to Manetôwa daily
In her soft and aged voice
Morning noon and night
before each meal or perceived slights

Great Manetôwa protect this girl
blood of my blood bone of my bone
her parents now reside with you
I know I will be there soon too

I hear your distant call
Oh Great One in the Sky
Soon to see my mother
my father and the others

My time was long
my life was blessed
I pray I’ve passed all your tests
In truth I am ready for my long rest

My soft brown skin is saggy now
not firm and strong as once it was
My braids once black as night
now reflect a white moon bright

Many years have come and gone
families slain to steal our lands
What once was pure clean and good
reduced now to ash gray wood

Great Manetôwa hear my prayer
look down from your mountain high
Protect and keep my children safe
especially the littlest waif

Into Your soil I’ll commit myself
Your essence healing broken spirits
Until one day when it’s right and true
We’ll all return to honor You