Friday Fiction - "Just Fine With Me"




Just Fine With Me


Some folks think I’m boring and, perhaps, a bit odd. I suppose I can see how they might think me peculiar. My ways are certainly different from what they might consider normal – whatever that may be.

My day begins with Tabby nudging my ear with her nose. The sun ain’t up yet, plus it’s a mite chilly. The woodstove’s died down in the night. I lie there for a bit. I hear mourning doves cooing to each other. Plit, plit sounds against the window tell me it’s raining or, at least, it had been sometime in the night. Hopefully, it was just a passing sprinkle. I have things to do.

With Tabby’s insistence, I emerge from my quilted cocoon and shuffle in my woolen stockings into the other room. Stirring up the sleeping embers, I add kindling and a log to the fire. Tabby gets some leftover fish and meows.  Opening the wooden door to let her out, I stretch my arms in the morning air. It ain’t raining, but the grass and trees sparkle. A ribbon of pink peeks beneath the dark clouds on the eastern horizon with a promise of a beautiful day.

I adjust my suspenders and step back into the cabin. It don’t look nothing like those houses in town.
My Delly kept it cleaner than I do. Although there ain’t much to clean. There’s the table and chair. There was ‘nother one for Delly, but I put it out on the porch, where I can sit and sip my coffee in the evening.
There ain’t no fancy art on the walls – just the Rollings Hardware Store calendar with a pretty photo for each month. This month has some red and yellow flowers on it.  There’s a stuffed chair, where Delly would sit and sew near the warm stove. I don’t use it none, but I can’t abide the thought of tossing it.

Delly weren’t no movie star. She wouldn’t  have won no beauty contest, but her laugh filled the room. Her hands were large, but strong. She didn’t know how to cook no gourmet foods – mostly just soups and biscuits, but it filled my belly. Her dresses weren’t made of lace and silks. She often wore trousers and boots when she walked the trails with me. No, Delly weren’t a fancy lady, but that was fine with me.

After a breakfast of coffee, biscuits, and honey, if it’s a good day, I might pull on my boots to take a hike down to the lake to see if the trout are biting. If not, it won’t matter. I can always try again tomorrow. I aim to plant a few taters and turnips when the earth warms a bit more. Last year’s supply is ‘most gone. I don’t have no grocery store nearby. I don’t need much food, ‘cept greens, berries, and fish. Oh, sometimes I get a box of oranges from my brother at Christmas. They’re nice, but not as nice as the wild huckleberries from the far side of Tucker Mountain.

I don’t have ‘lectricity or a television. I did have a radio once to listen to the happenings and some nice piano tunes, but after a while the batteries went dead. I don’t miss it too much. I don’t need to hear ‘bout all the fightin’ and political talk. I don’t have no telephone, nor even a clock. I read the Good Book and Farmer’s Almanac, plus I’ve got my banjo and Tabby, and that’s just fine with me.

Every day is much like the one before it. I like it that way. Sometimes storms liven things up ‘round here, but they always make more work than they’re worth – cleaning up broken limbs or digging my way out to the woodpile or outhouse. Once a grizzly was bound and determined to raid my stash of food. I think of that exciting day every time I chaw on his meat or shake out his skin on my floor.

Having the mail plane come in the spring is always exciting, but Henry chatters on so and asks too many questions. He reckons it’s his duty to keep me posted of world events and take as much news about my well-being as he can back to my family. It’s always nice when it’s quiet again – just me and Tabby.


Others may think I live a boring life, but it’s just fine for me.


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If you'd like to read more great short stories,
go to Sara Harricharan's website - 
http://saraharricharan.com/2017/10/golden-flames-friday-fiction

Are You Ready?




A trumpet sounds for many reasons - to awaken, to warn, to call, to herald a king. There is one trumpet sound that means all of these. It's God's sign of judging the world of sin.

God judged the world once before with a great flood. In the days of Noah, men were doing evil continually. Only Noah and his family were saved. Even after being warned, the people of his time chose not to believe. The Lord says that He will judge the world again.
"But as the days of Noah were, so shall also the coming of the Son of man be.  For as in the days that were before the flood they were eating and drinking, marrying and giving in marriage, until the day that Noe entered into the ark, and knew not until the flood came, and took them all away; so shall also the coming of the Son of man be." (Matthew 24:37-39, KJV)

There will be terrible time of death and destruction on the earth, called the Great Tribulation. (Revelation 6-9)  But to those who believe in Jesus Christ as their Savior, they will be raptured, taken up into heaven, to escape God's wrath on the world.

Jesus said,
"I will come again."

He has given us signs to know when this time is near.


Have you read the news? - increased crime and immorality, increased natural disasters, looming economic crash, plans for world government, etc. (CLICK HERE)

The Bible is not silent on this.
"This know also, that in the last days perilous times shall come.For men shall be lovers of their own selves, covetous, boasters, proud, blasphemers, disobedient to parents, unthankful, unholy, without natural affection, trucebreakers, false accusers, incontinent, fierce, despisers of those that are good, traitors, heady, highminded, lovers of pleasures more than lovers of God."(2 Timothy 3:1-4, KJV)
God is merciful and longsuffering, but He is also holy and will not let sin go unpunished. There is coming a day when He will judge the nations of the earth for their wickedness and unbelief. The Bible is filled with prophecies and signs of  His return. (CLICK HERE)  God has been telling us that He will come back for His people. He will come back to judge the earth.
" Behold, I shew you a mystery; We shall not all sleep, but we shall all be changed,  In a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trump: for the trumpet shall sound, and the dead shall be raised incorruptible, and we shall be changed.   For this corruptible must put on incorruption, and this mortal must put on immortality. So when this corruptible shall have put on incorruption, and this mortal shall have put on immortality, then shall be brought to pass the saying that is written, Death is swallowed up in victory.  O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory? The sting of death is sin; and the strength of sin is the law. But thanks be to God, which giveth us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.   Therefore, my beloved brethren, be ye stedfast, unmoveable, always abounding in the work of the Lord, forasmuch as ye know that your labour is not in vain in the Lord." ( 1 Corinthians 15:51-58, KJV )


Are you ready?

You can KNOW for sure that you are going to heaven. 


(CLICK HERE) to learn of
 GOD'S GIFT OF LIFE.


To receive God's gift of eternal life, 
A - Agree with Him
"God be merciful to me, a sinner."
(Luke 18:13)
B - Believe in Him
"Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ,
and you shall be saved."
(Acts 16:31)
C - Call on Him
"For whosoever shall call upon
the name of the Lord, shall be saved."
(Romans 10:13)

After the church is taken away, there will be 7 years of earthquakes, famine, darkness, and much more. Many will die, but those that believe in God's Son, Jesus Christ, will be welcomed into heaven and honored for their faith.


Then the Lord will come to earth as the mighty King of Kings! He will destroy the armies of the world and establish His kingdom on earth for a thousand years. At which time, He will destroy Satan and his followers forever, and create a new heaven and new earth.

Are you ready to see, Jesus Christ your King? 

Somebody's Mother





I had never felt so sad and helpless. I chose the line at Walmart with one elderly woman placing canned vegetables, bananas, cat food, etc. on the conveyor. Her total was over $100, and she began searching her purse. She unzipped pockets and peered into slots for something – anything!

I wished I was rich. I wished could pay for her food. But I couldn’t.

She apologized for being unorganized – mumbling about Alzheimer’s. Finding a checkbook, she slowly filled out a wrinkled page – but then she needed identification. My heart sunk. I had seen her purse - stuffed with receipts and crumpled envelopes. I doubted she could find any ID.

“Ma’am, do you have a driver’s license?”

“No, I can’t drive anymore. Will this work?” She held up a business card.  

I looked at her tattered coat, gray frizzy hair, and knee brace (held in place with rubber bands). Her gnarled fingers were still fumbling in her cluttered purse. She could be me in another twenty years or so. I looked behind me. The others in line were not complaining.  One man said, “I don’t have that much with me.”

I asked her if she had come with someone, but she said she came by taxi. That didn't help. 

 I’m not a leader –especially of strangers, but the thought of organizing an impromptu collection for her went through my mind. Then one man handed her a $100 bill. “Is this enough?” The woman reluctantly took it and asked for his name.

“Call me Bob,” he said. “Merry Christmas.”

So, Bob, I want to say thank you for doing what I couldn’t do. Thank you for showing kindness to somebody’s mother. She was all our mother tonight. Thank you.


Sailing Northward



Sailing Northward

Sail on northward, follow the plan.
Journey onward, over the deep
O, young boy, return a man.

Don’t look backwards, shore lights wan,
The fading shore, its cities sleep;
Sail on northward, follow the plan.

Childhood gone, its memories fan;
A new adventure, a mighty leap.
O, young boy, return a man.

Follow the stars, if you can,
Floating over the hidden deep.
Sail on northward, follow the plan.

Vast and wide, the oceans span,
Cross the deserts and mountains steep;
O, young boy, return a man.

Foolish fancies, forget and ban,
Honor, integrity, promises keep;
Sail on northward, follow the plan.
O, young boy, return a man.


Nascent Talent



My friend and fellow writer, Jan Ackerson, has an amazing skill of writing whole stories in just a few words -100 words, to be exact. She has written a whole book of these slices of life - 366 of them, to be exact, one for each day including leap year day. 

 Nascent Talent
My mother grinned as she handed me the container. “It’s all your papers and art from when you were little,” she said. “I thought you’d enjoy them.” A few afternoons later, I opened the box, interested in early samples of my writing. Were there any signs of nascent writing talent?
You decide—here’s a paragraph from 8-year-old me:

Fat Men
In my opinion, I like men. They look so funny and dieting usually doesn’t do them any good. When they try to squish into a tight suit they, are the oddest things I’ve seen. I like fat men. Do you?

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If you enjoy tiny little stories like this, you can find 366 of them in Stolen Postcards, available here: 
(Amazon)
You can also read new 100-words stories on Mondays and Fridays on Jan's blog: (100 Word Stories) Follow her on Twitter: @janackerson1
Or on Instagram: janackerson

I love that this short story was written by an 8 year old girl. Do you know any young person that is bursting with stories in their mind? Polliwog Pages is a place where youngsters can develop their writing skills and post them for others to read. 


 Splash in, and join the fun! 

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