The Obituary 


I learned that you are dead. 
Although words say you have passed, your cruel deeds committed by you to me as a child still lingered for decades.
You might have softened and treated your own children better than you treated your foster children. 
I had a condition you judged as a plea for attention. Rather than love and understanding you provided physical and verbal abuse. 
Perhaps you learned cruelty from those that mistreated you. I have pity for you or anyone in that circumstance if that was the case. 
Perhaps you thought you taught discipline and tough love. You were mistaken. 

I learned from you how it was to feel neglected and mistreated. 
Because others that showed me what unconditional Love was, I was given the gift of learning that not all in the world were evil and cruel. 

With this gift I have strived to the best of my ability to choose Love. 

Love has the power to break all chains, yes, even the chains that until this point attempted to bind me, even from the grave. 
Dedicated to all child victims and survivors of abuse, neglect, and those many many upstanding Foster Parents that instill Love and understanding to those in need. God Bless You. 

The Attendant by Raymond Roy: #flashfiction #shortstory #humor #humour

Opening the men’s room door, his down feathers swayed with the slight change in air pressure. 

Dropping my trousers and taking a seat, “Hey”

While Spinning his head away from me, he looks to see the fly that landed on his feathered back. With a quick shiver, shakes it off.”Hey yourself, where you been, ”

“Looking away when you talk to somebody, You know that’s rude.”
Yeah? Tell me about it “Mr. Can pivot his eyes without turning his head”

“Can you use your talent to look the other way while I do some paper work? “And I didn’t say talons. ”

“You are a riot! How long you been saving that one? And I’m not talking about that missile you just fired off.” “Crimeny! At least turn the fan on. ”

“Aren’t you going to wash your hands? That’s better, here’s a towel. ”

“Hey Thanks”, See you around.” Two quarters clink in the tip jar.
“Yeah see you around”

Door closes.

…..

Door opens, down feathers sway with the slight change on in air pressure. 

“Hey”

Hey yourself, how you been? …….

#writephoto Left for Dead By Raymond Roy: #writephoto Fiction

Inspired by Sue Vincent’s Thursday photo prompt  #writephoto
Left for Dead

Body aching, covered in dirt, like I had died, was buried, dug back up then ran over me with a truck.

Trying to get my bearings I look across the Idaho landscape, not a soul in site with the exception of a tractor pulling a trailer in the distance.

A brisk breeze loosens some of the dirt packed in my oversized ears.

What the hell happened? Reminiscent of what Mum used to say, “your ears are so dirty you could grow potatoes in there”, Surprised none got in my mouth.

Getting to my feet I brush my white gloves off put on my black hat, and look down to see my still surprisingly clean starched blue trousers are none the worse for wear. I start making my way down the wheel worn grass trail.

As the sun begins to set, the tractor draws closer with flood lights on. I wave to them I think they see me.

Thank God, for help.

Every step is agony

I try to scream out but I can’t seem to open my mouth.

They see me!

It’s a farmer and his son. The boy comes toward me. Closer and closer I want to scream out but I can’t !

The father yells to the boy, “who is it son?”,,

Dad its,…. its …

Mr. Potato head?

World on a string by Raymond Roy: 100 word Friday Fictioneers. 

Whack,whack,Crraack! It was a game. Chestnuts on a knotted leather string.

Placing your chestnut in a shallow hole, you took turns swinging one at the other, until one broke. 
With each victory, chestnuts became one year older. Ralphie smirked as my chestnut shattered like a banana fresh out of liquid nitrogen. Affectionately kissing his petrified tree nut. “20 years old”! 
No Trespassing! 
Just past the wrought iron fence, JACKPOT! The grandfather of chestnut trees, Sigh,,,pulling myself over I slipped,my puffy coat snagging on a spike, left me hanging upside down. 
 “Looking for these? said Ralphie, holding a handful of chestnuts. 
Word count=100

Written for Rochelle Wisoff’s Friday Fictioneers 100 word fiction based on the photo prompt below. Rochelle thank you for hosting. 
PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

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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!
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#tuesdayuseitinasentence :Heat


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. 

#tuesdayuseitinasentence

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