Everyday Canvas

July 18

Prompt 1: Create a set of circumstances which a reasonable person would indeed cry over spilled milk.
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Prompt 2: Create something with an unwise owl, a disloyal dog, a demanding cat, a slow rabbit and a fast turtle…story, poem, make it yours.

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Prompt 1:

Five days after the first hurricane, a second hurricane is raging outside. Why the nature’s wrath?

We’re totally isolated here, and it has been days that we didn’t have internet connection. The only connection is my son’s cellphone of all the cellphones we have, not only for the internet what for reaching out to others and news, any news.

Because there is no electricity, we are trying to eat and drink everything as fast as we can. Although we have an Orca Cooler that keeps stuff cold up to ten days, our allowance of days on it are diminishing. My husband takes out the milk carton and pours himself a glass of milk. Then he turns around to put the milk carton back in the cooler.

All of a sudden one of the cats jumps on the table knocking the glass of milk on my son’s cellphone. He rushes to its rescue, giving me a sideways glance, since I had warned him not to leave the phone on the table. But to no avail. The phone is soaked and any connection is lost. Every person in the room is shocked, more so at this new disaster than at the wind rattling the shutters which we have somewhat gotten used to by now. I look around and notice that we all have teared up, crying over spilt milk.

Prompt 2:

No matter how much I try to hush her up, my inner child wants to speak to me, and the unwise owl that she is, she wakes me up in the middle of the night and prattles on:

“I am so proud of you for coming so far despite those around you who bite like a disloyal dog, meow non-stop like a demanding cat, run to your aid like a slow rabbit, and escape from your troubles like a fast turtle. I have watched you stay your ground and then say to me, ‘Don’t you mind. They don’t matter.’ Still, this isn’t just my imagination that it is you who can’t sleep while wrapped up inside the refuge of your bedsheets. If you’re telling me not to mind, then why are you losing sleep? Don’t you see yourself that you are standing right side up in this upside down world?
You tell me that all life is an experiment. If so, why do you not take your own words to heart?”

I think maybe my unwise owl is not so unwise. After all she can see in the dark.