Jesterly Challenge Month – November 5th

Sheena, who might in fact actually be a punk rocker despite her claims otherwise, asked me to tell a story from the point of view of the Little Prince.  Give it a read and then let me know how I did in the comments.


Why am I awake?  Why was I sleeping?  Why am I alone in the bed?  Why is Momma not here?  Why is Daddy not here?  Why…  Why does my body feel sluggish?  Why does my stomach feel funny?  Why am I still alone?

I better start crying.

Why is this taking so long?  Why does my body still feel sluggish?  Why am I awake?  Why was I sleeping again?  Why am I still alone?  Why is Momma not here?  Why is Daddy not here?  Why does my stomach still feel weird?

Oh, here’s Momma now.  Okay.  All is right with the world.  Oh, she’s so warm and soft.  Oh, she smells nice.  Oh I could just hold her forever and ever and ever and ever and ever…

No!  I will not fall back asleep.  I didn’t want to sleep in the first place.  She leaves me when I’m sleeping and I don’t like that.  I better give her the evil eye… but… oh, she’s so pretty and she’s smiling at me and asking how my nap was and what I want to do today.  What was I thinking before?  Doesn’t matter.  Hmmm, why is my tummy still weird?

Okay, now the sluggish feeling is gone!  Oh my!  I want to jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump.  Wait, what’s that noise?  I better ask just to make sure it’s okay?  Oh, okay.  That’s fine.  What was I doing before?  Oh yeah!  Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump….  I love jumping.  Oh, and I love my Momma, too.  I better tell her.

Where is Daddy, though?  I should ask?  Oh, he’s at work?  I should ask why?  Oh, … I didn’t understand that.  I’ll drop it for now but just because my tummy still feels weird.

Wait, Momma’s asking me about food.  Yes, I guess I could get out of bed and go downstairs for some food.  Some string cheese, or an apple, or some applesauce, or some apple pie… Oh!  Or a banana.  Oh!  Or pickles and fishy crackers.  Yum!  Now I’m excited and I want to jump and jump and jump and jump.

What’s Momma saying?  Oh, that’s right food.  Okay, I’m ready now.  Let’s go.  These stairs are fun.  I think I’ll slide down them on my butt.  Fun, fun, fun, fun, fun, fun, fun, fun, fun, fun, fun, fun.  That was fun!  I should do again.  Up, up, up…  Oh, right, Momma is reminding me about food.  Okay.  I’ll slide down the stairs again later.

Hmm… my tummy still feels weird.  Oh look, the windows are open.  And there are birds in the trees!  And look, look!!  Cars are driving down the street.  There’s a bus!!  I better tell Momma.  She didn’t hear me.  I better shout it!  Why is she in the kitchen?  She should be here at the window with me!!  She’s missing out on the bus.  I better yell louder.  And louder!!  And louder!!!!

Momma doesn’t seem too excited about the bus I’m pointing out, but that could be because by the time she got to the window it was gone.  Oh well, she’ll see the next one.  Why is she pulling me away?  Oh, right!  Food.  Yum, yum, yum… but my tummy still feels weird.

I like climbing chairs, though, and standing at the counter.  Oh, I better tell her everything I want.  Yep, she’s doing a great job making a plate for me.  That all looks wonderful…  Whoops.  Should I tell her.  Yep, better tell her.  Maybe I should wait because she just made me this wonderful plate.  No, she will want to know…  “Momma, I’m poopy.”

That’s odd, my tummy doesn’t feel weird anymore.


Daddy’s/The Jester’s final comment:  This is every single time.  Right as we are ready to sit down and eat.  Every.  Single.  Time.


day forty nine / week seven - silver and cold
Image credit: Iggy……

The sun was rising.

The party boats were coming in out of the dark.  The passengers were hidden indoors, pushing off having to face the day for as long as they could.  The light traveled up the river with them, outpacing them, overtaking them.  It shimmered around them and illuminated the truth of the situation.  Day was upon them once more.

The sun was rising.

The roads and walkways were still clear of pedestrians and automobiles, bicycles and joggers, strays of human and other genus.  Creatures, large and small, were stirring within their dwellings, preparing for the responsibilities they would each face.  The first rays of light streamed through their windows.

The sun was rising, and it looked like it was going to be another beautiful day.


Picture prompt provided by Moi.  What do you see when you look at this picture?  What would you write up to accompany it?