This post is written in response to RONOVAN’S WEEKLY HAIKU CHALLENGE.
The Laughter Of Flowers
b y J. Lillie
The might of winter
Gives way to the slight of spring,
Laughter of flowers

This post is written in response to RONOVAN’S WEEKLY HAIKU CHALLENGE.
b y J. Lillie
The might of winter
Gives way to the slight of spring,
Laughter of flowers

This post is written in response to CEE’S BLACK & WHITE CHALLENGE DECAYED OR RUSTY.


CHECK OUT MORE RUSTY DUSTINESS BY GOING TO THE SITE IN THE LINK ABOVE THE PHOTOS.

THIS YEAR I AM GIVING MYSELF A CHALLENGE! ONE PHOTO EVERYDAY TAKEN FROM MY HOME. IF YOU WANT TO JOIN JUST TAKE A PHOTO IN OR AROUND YOUR HOME AND WRITE YOUR OWN BLOG AND POST THE LINK IN THE COMMENTS SECTION BELOW IT.
This post is written in response to CEE’S FLOWER OF THE DAY CHALLENGE MAY 7TH.


Here is my post in response to CEE’S FLOWER OF THE DAY CHALLENGE MAY 5TH 2020.
This post is in answer to Cee’s FLOWER OF THE DAY CHALLENGE FOR MAY 3RD.

It’s time for THE WRITING CHALLENGE #FUN20119.
Check out the link for the rules and a list of the stories.
Here is mine:
Just Call Me “Smoky”
by J. Lillie
Z ear tuned his six string one more time. His nerves jangled like his mother’s dinner triangle at 5 P.M.
A piece of his heart wished for the simplicity of those days on the farm with his four brothers and three sisters. Life had been hard. The house had no running water and they heated with wood. The farm work was back breaking, but there had always been time for music and family and God.
Each night after the chores were done and supper was eaten, Momma would gather all the family around her rocker by the wood stove. She would read a chapter from the Bible Daddy had preached from and then she would have Z play his guitar and lead them in a hymn. After that they would sing the songs of the hills, the ones Momma had known since she was a little girl. They would sing until the moon rose high in the sky and the little ones dozed off by the hearth. Z always believed it was his father’s voice that sang through his mouth on those nights, not his own. It was all Z had left of the man who gave him life before losing his own.
Those nights with the family had prepared Z for his big break. They had birthed the story that would launch him to the stars and they had disciplined the talent his father had given him as a parting gift before dying two days before Z was born.
Zeruiah Teague had been discovered one Sunday in church by a Nashville promoter who was visiting his cousin in Robbinsville. It had been a banner day, a day that raised Z’s whole family out of the abject poverty they had always known. But Z had traded something that day when he became a star. He still thought of himself as “Z” but no one called him that anymore. Even Momma had given up using his given name or his nick name.
“Mr. Teague? We are at places in five.” The stage manager popped her head in the door to say.
Z smiled back at the pretty woman and replied, “Not Mr. Teague. Just call me Smoky.”
This week’s Black & White Challenge by Cee is all about FACIAL FEATURES.
Click on the underlined link to see all the galleries at Cee’s site. Here are my attempts at the challenge.



I am not sure tactilicity is a word but this week’s FUNFOTO CHALLENGE IS ALL ABOUT THE SENSE OF TOUCH…..TACTILICITY.
So here are my attempts at it:




It is time for Friday Fictioneers for the week.
This is the challenge where flash fiction writers create a 100 word story from a prompt supplied by Rochelle our hostess. Check it out by clicking the link above.
Here is the prompt and my story:

Lost In White
by J. Lillie
Hugh stood with his mother and his mother-in-law in the empty dining room. It was the first day they were actually related and it was the last.
“I blame you.” His mother-in-law said.
“You have got to be kidding!” Hugh’s mother spat out, “Hugh was the one your daughter left at the altar.”
Hugh looked back at the toile-draped arbor, then out through the snow covered windows into the complete white out of the setting night. He didn’t care whose fault it was. He just hoped Karen was OK. Even as that hope dawned, he knew it was false.