Nothing’s Happening You Say? Daily Writing Prompt: Through The Window


I took a look out of my living-room window for one minute. Well, it may have been 10 seconds more. The reason I took a moment longer was the thought of all the interesting things you can see in a 60-70 seconds. It surprised me.

I do not make the habit of looking out my window at 9:30 at night. For one, my neighbors would think it creepy to see someone staring that direction after dark. But, the reason I looked in that direction is the fact that they are the ones who are usually staring at my house for long periods of time. Not to mention the man of the house fancies his self a cat-snatcher.

The only reason I would even let my cat out is due to it spraying the whole house with a foul odor the first time I tried to keep  it locked in all night. Of course there is no sight of the adamant wanderer. But the lights are on next door making me make sure no animal is getting trapped in a weird, makeshift-animal cage lined with smells to attract cats. Of course I only know this by legally ‘snooping’.

The opposite direction are locked-up houses with porch-lights on. In a small town like this people are all in bed early and awake even earlier. But, the skies show a reason to continue. Aircraft fill the airspace.

At any given time there is the area’s medical evacuation chopper, police-helicopters hovering oddly close to the jail, but not tonight. I am almost certain I am in the Fort Hood flight path after witnessing many camouflaged  helicopters flying that direction. One day, what I figure to be a Chinook flew right over my house at an estimated 450 feet above-ground-level. When you grow up seeing a disaster like 9-11, this might get one’s attention. It doesn’t help the nerves when the news is covered with stories of amateur pilots crashing once a week in a 4 county are. Many survive.

The fact that I live near a jail doesn’t bother me so I don’t spend much time looking that way. By the way, there was lights in the sky in towards that vicinity.

Just like a small town, many of the inmates are incarcerated for crimes like D.U.I. and domestic-disturbance. If any ‘Most-Wanted’ criminal slips out, not to bring up gun control, there is a 7 mile build-up of houses owned by stubborn, bored, Texas-raised gun-owners. With the jail and a major Interstate highway being the other direction, I wonder why I didn’t look to checkout the traffic?

To add to the boredom, there is a bird-bath in the front yard. It is tipping over, not for the recent windstorm, but of me not doing yard work since everything is in winter-dormancy.

You might ask why I am looking out the window this close to bedtime? I asked myself and came up with this answer: Good-Night, Vegas is on!

Copyright © Dustin Poteet


Proof We Speak Different Languages! Weekly Writing Challenge:1,000 Words Take Two

Photo Courtesy of The Daily Post

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The Daily Post

The eye never has enough of seeing,
nor the ear its fill of hearing.-Ecclesiastes 1:8(B) ( )

(Man, in his mind) “Love was so much easier when I was a kid. All I had to do was snatch five dollars out of my mom’s purse, pick up some Sweethearts at the candy store, and give them to my friend Ashley as we hung out in the tree-house on the abandoned pecan plantation.

Now, I had to borrow 5 thousand dollars from my father. No doubt he will not stop hounding me to pay it back at every single Sunday brunch. (Sigh) Ah..! She will never believe I am about to propose. I still can’t believe it is going to take me 28 payments of $39.95 to pay for the ‘ice-rink’ she claimed she had to have before she would ever get married. And what’s worse, I couldn’t have proposed in the park we live by now. Oh No!! I had to book 2 tickets to Ten-Buck-Two, make reservations at the Hilton hotel, and spend 3 days trekking the hard brick streets of a country that charges triple for a romantic dinner just because the napkins say ‘International Steak and Ale’ instead of just Steak and Ale.

Our waiter looked and sounded like the same guy back home. Because he said, ‘Would you like to try the wine?’ in a broken European accent, I was forced to play the hero and tip $100. I could swear those people on the other side of the street are my neighbors from two doors down. But I love her!

(Woman, also in head) Are you kidding me? I love him more than anything. What does it take to get a man to propose. He could have done it at the park. That way I could have called my family and they could have across town to see it. But no! I had to follow him half-way across the world. ‘Isn’t it going to be awesome, he says’. But I love him more than life itself!…

Should I tell him that is my parents and our neighbors the Williams’ across the street? What can I say? Don’t try to keep a secret and then write it all over face-space. Ha!

Copyright  © Dustin Poteet