Five Minute Friday: Help

A bird perches on the edge of a bird feeder.

(So, I’ve been participating in a “writers’ flash mob” of sorts called Five Minute Friday. In response to a one-word prompt, hundreds of writers sit down and write for five minutes flat. No extreme editing; no worrying about perfect grammar, font or punctuation; unscripted and unedited. Here’s today’s edition…setting the timer….)

Five Minute Friday: Help

Go.

A splash of blue and a flash of red signal the arrival of the blue jays and cardinals.

The little bitty brown birds flit in.

They all come to the feeder.

Some perch on the edge of the feeder and peck at the seeds.

Some forage along the ground beneath and eat up the bits and pieces that fall from above.

Looking through the glass, my mother-in-law enjoys watching them.

She tells me she has seen some of the bigger birds help feed the smaller ones.

Somebody has been filling the feeders.

She’s decided to help and has ordered a bag of seed for the cause.

People provide the seed.

The birds provide the entertainment.

Who’s helping whom?

Stop.

Five Minute Friday: Build

A square. The top half has a blue background with the word "BLACK"; the bottom half has a black background with the word "BLUE."

(So, I’ve been participating in a “writers’ flash mob” of sorts called Five Minute Friday. In response to a one-word prompt, hundreds of writers sit down and write for five minutes flat. No extreme editing; no worrying about perfect grammar, font or punctuation; unscripted and unedited. Here’s today’s edition…setting the timer….)

Five Minute Friday: Build

Go.

It’s building.

Fear.

Hate.

Chaos.

A sense the world is out of control.

It’s building.


It’s building.

Shock.

Numbness.

Paralysis.

A sense it’s no use trying.

It’s building.


It’s building.

Determination.

Resolve.

Hope.

A sense we must try something.

It’s building.


Chaos.

Paralysis.

Hope.

What will you build?

Stop.