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2020 Pinecone Challenge -- October 15


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2020 Pinecone Challenge

 

 

In 2020, our inspiration will conrtinue to be book titles.   Yes, folks, real book titles.

 

That’s right.  I’ll give YOU the title and you write a story.  I predict wild imaginings, fevered dreams, somber reflections, regrets for the path not taken, giddy remembrances, foolishment! 

 

Separate prompts will be posted on the 1st and 15th of the month.  Use the given book title as inspiration for your scene, vignette or story of 499 words or fewer.  

 

Change for this year:   Post your piece in this thread only.  

 

You will receive a badge for your first contribution during the year.  Although additional badges will not appear visually, you will be awarded one for each challenge you meet.  To earn the badge, you must post your piece during the period it is offered.   [To clarify, if you decide in August to go back and write a response to a January 15 prompt, you may do so and post it in the January 15 thread, but you would not be awarded a badge for that entry.]

 

October 15:

 

The Happy Art of Teasing

 

 

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THE HAPPY ART OF TEASING – PINECONE CHALLENGE – OCTOBER 15, 2020 

 

The soft voice of his soul spoke gently to him, as it always did.  As he sat on the high ridge, the majestic view of forest and lake that always took his breath away was a testament to the awesome beauty of the Ponderosa.  This was part of what tethered his heart so firmly to the place he called home.  But the little voice was murmuring to him of other places – places of equal beauty that he had not yet seen, save in his mind and in the numerous books in his library.  Rome, Paris, Shanghai, Vienna, Melbourne, Oslo. He wanted to see these places; visit their museums, taste their foods, meet their people, walk in the places that made their history alive, to see all the far-flung world that tugged at his curious mind.  It was a fond dream; to see this world; the world beyond the shores of his own land.  He could do so, he knew he could.  Someday, he would.  Yet, the thought of leaving home ached within him.  He had stood side by side with his father to build this ranch called the Ponderosa.  It was more than a house and land.  It was a monument to his father and the dream he shared, first with Adam, then with Hoss and Joe.  They were one; they were the Cartwrights.  They were family.  Their identity was the personalities they had each stamped upon this land.  They had each made the dream come true.  It was not just Ben Cartwright’s dream.  Each of them was a part of the dream.  Every rock, tree, stream and mountain was a part of him – and of them.  How could he leave it?  The laughter of the voice sympathized with him.  Yes, Adam, this is home; there is no place like it, but there are other places, equally grand, equally amazing, equally beautiful, equally the proof of the human unquenchable need to look to the horizon, beyond the next hill, over the jutting mountains, and to follow the endless ocean to where it might lead.  Go, he told himself.  Go now, while you can.  Before you are too old and your eyes have grown too dim and your body to frail.  Go now and follow your heart, Adam Cartwright.  No, he thought, not just now.  There were still things to be done – and he wanted to be a part of the doing of them.  He turned away from the captivating scene to go back into the pragmatic reality of the day’s work.  Yes, the voice whispered to him.  Do what you must, but don’t forget the dream, and remember, the road that leads you far away can also lead you back to your home when it is time to return.  Ah, that sweet voice had in it the happy art of teasing and tantalizing.  And, someday, it would lure him away – and, too, it would bring him back home again.  

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A Rose for Lotta 

The magic thing about home is that it feels good to leave, and it feels even better to come back. Home is where love resides, memories are created, friends always belong, and laughter never ends. (The Best Quotes About Home – from Google)  

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2 hours ago, SJRCartwright said:

  Ah, that sweet voice had in it the happy art of teasing and tantalizing.  And, someday, it would lure him away – and, too, it would bring him back home again.  

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A Rose for Lotta 

  

 

I've always thought sights, sounds, and aromas would eventually tease the memories and bring home a wandering son when the time was right.  Thanks for this hint of what would bring Adam back.

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