The River’s Secret by Raymond Roy #writephoto

“Si Señor Martin, everything is prepared for your great adventure en la mañana”,

“Gracias Arturo”, “Buenos Noches and Good Night. ”

The Rio Secreto (Secret River) Adventures in the Yucatán peninsula. Spelunking on our honeymoon with my beautiful bride, Jenny. How could I be so lucky ?

The rising Mexico Sun was like a red tipped sea urchin, every blink elongated a piercing spike into your cornea.

Sitting in the back of the open Jeep, the sun was eclipsed periodically by the bouncing of our guide, Arturo’s body as he struggled to steady himself while we trekked over rough terrain.

Being a special honeymoon package, the resort had packed a picnic basket that was at our feet. I saw goosebumps form on Jenny’s fair skinned arms from the dewy cool desert air. Looking into her eyes, I envisioned a great life with the woman of my dreams. Jenny’s contented smile made my heart race.

The trailing rooster tail dust plume following us, caught up and drizzled “desert chalk” as we arrived at the cave entrance. “We are Here Señor Martin.”.

“Honey look at this place, its paradise”. Jenny was beaming. I just loved this woman. “Martin dear, let me get the camera out.. ”

Arturo jumped in,” That won’t be needed my Friends” .

Suddenly, his warm cheeky smile transformed to an ashen pock marked frown. Pulling from under the drivers seat, the blueing on the muzzle of the .357 Ruger, spoke volumes of their once amicable guide’s facial metamorphosis.

Keeping full eye contact he reached under the linen cloth in the picnic basket, pulled out an apple, and with a loud crunch sank in his teeth. With juice running down the side of his face.”Por Favor, I am going to need you to strip down to your underwear”directing with the gun” and leave all your belongings in the Jeep!

Written for Sue Vincent’s #writephoto Thanks for hosting Sue!

#tuesdayuseitinasentence :Heat


As the cabin door opened, like an infrared paranormal entity, the desert heat of Yuma, Arizona, infiltrated the fuselage, enveloping my Pacific Northwest born epidermis, and alleviating the tensions of a long plane ride. 


Written for Stephanie at Word Adventure’s #tuesdayuseitinasentence Today the prompt word is HEAT. See how to join in and to read the other tales click Here

Shy:100 Word Challenge 

Teachers words are echoes. I’m not daydreaming, just thinking of her.

Her locker is three over. She says hi, my ears flush red and my throat goes dry. How can I get her number? If I had it, what would I say?

If I had my license I would just drive over there! But what would I do?If I were alone with her I would be paralyzed.

Hugging a pillow at night thinking of her. Summer has come, Will she be picking? Rainy day, sitting in a tree, berry stained hands gripping a pocket knife, carving our initials.

Word Count:100

Written for Thin Spiral Notebook 100 Word Challenge


In honor of St. Patricks Day I thought I would share a few limericks I penned a few years back. Enjoy life where ever you are. 

April Showers
There once was a man named Judd

Who wore pants like he was expecting a flood 

After forty days of rain his pants had not one stain 

While his friends were all stuck in the mud.
Sitting in Coach Limericks

There once was a man named Pete

On a plane, he was in the next seat.

He yelled that my headphones were too loud

I responded I’m not too proud but, the sound ain’t as strong the smell of your feet.


I once I met a lawyer named McFlit

On a plane I closely did sit

I offered a joke

He told me to choke

In return I told him eat sh#%.
Peace. Raymond 

The Dropoff:100 Word Flash Fiction 

The Drop Off 

Leaning against my car, it was warm from the long drive. Like always we had stopped for ice cream on the way. 

“Go long Boy”!

I tossed him a Nerf football. Giggling, he missed It, tumbling head over heels. 

“Hit me son, I’m open”.  

“Son, your moms here”. 

“Give me a hug, be a good boy”. 

“Dad loves you”. “Big Hug”. 

“Love you too Dad” 

“See you in two weeks”. 

They drive away.

Once again the silence comes, you know you will do everything in your power to make sure that child knows you love him. 

Word Count=99


Raymond Roy

3 of my 5 beautiful children. They mean the world to me.
Friday Fictioneers is a weekly photo-prompted 100 word writing challenge. Based on a photo prompt, the challenge is to pen a work of 100 words or less. If you’re interested in joining, or would like to read Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ blog; Here To read more stories based on the prompt (above) click Here

Ides of March:Clothe yourself in Love

Ides of March
Caesar was loved by the people but unfortunately for him, there were those in the Senate, not of the same disposition. 

An oracle warned Caesar to beware the Ides(the 15th) of March. Sure enough on the Ides, Caesar was assassinated on the Senate floor. Ironically one year ago on the Ides,the same can be said for a man, named David. Although he was no emperor, like Caesar he was loved by many. 
David had not a Senate. His was a church board, and he the senior pastor of the church. 

For those who know me, it should come as no surprise that I loved David and his family as stated in a Tribute last year. Click here to read. Pastor David: A Tribute

Let me first say I can only speak from my own experience as a former member of the “Senate”. I no longer have anger for the saboteurs or even those that stood idly by for as the saying goes, to hold onto anger is to drink poison while expecting the other person to die.

Although I was taught that how you address conflict is a reflection of ones character. For myself, At times I was overcome with anger, disbelief and felt ill will towards those I once thought to be close friends. Conflict resolution became isolationism for not knowing who I could trust rather than a civilized reconciliation process. Let’s call it survival mode. 

With respect to David, initially he chose to stand and face his accusers which I feel took courage. This is by no means a declaration of a bias toward making David a martyr nor claim his innocence for that is between him and God
The purpose of this communication is to ask forgiveness and a call to diligence.  
I ask for forgiveness for any shortcomings we possessed as board members that resulted in so much hurt,confusion and ultimately collateral destruction of a congregation/family we knew were loved by so many. 
The is also a plea for diligence to prevent history from repeating itself. 

So who does the Senate (church board) answer to if not the people? 

At the chance of being dramatic, as Caesar was being assassinated was the voice of the people being heard? 

With respect to David was that the congregations will? 

God’s will? 

In my humble opinion I find it hard to believe it was either. 

Who could have, should have protected him? Sadly I am still not sure. 

After a year away, I have come to appreciate that regardless of a persons role in the church , pastor, layman, board member, looking to Colossians 3:12-17 on how we treat each other regardless if there is conflict or not, brings us closer to the answer. One might argue that being “clothed in Love” more often than not will keep conflict at bay. Brought tears as I read this. 

“God has chosen you and made you his holy people. He loves you. So you should always clothe yourselves with mercy, kindness, humility, gentleness, and patience. Bear with each other, and forgive each other. If someone does wrong to you, forgive that person because the Lord forgave you. Even more than all this, clothe yourself in love. Love is what holds you all together in perfect unity. Let the peace that Christ gives control your thinking, because you were all called together in one body to have peace. Always be thankful. Let the teaching of Christ live in you richly. Use all wisdom to teach and instruct each other by singing psalms, hymns, and spiritual songs with thankfulness in your hearts to God. Everything you do or say should be done to obey Jesus your Lord. And in all you do, give thanks to God the Father through Jesus.”

‭‭Colossians‬ ‭3:12-17‬ ‭NCV‬‬

May we clothe ourselves and our fellow men and women in Love and May God have Mercy. Amen.