August Tide

19 Aug

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Thanks for visiting my blog theivorytide. Like most of you for sure, it’s been a busy summer. This grainy photo was taken via my phone. I’m promising you and myself to use my new camera in September when I go on vacation. The world will be brighter and in focus! I’ll be learning how to load them up in my computer via the camera. And also how to use my camera. All fun. Explain the steps then; see you in September. Kim

 

RIO 2016

7 Aug

Swimming is always one of the marquee events of the Olympics, and the Rio Games are brimming with great matchups. From Katie Ledecky‘s quest for gold to Australia’s Campbell sisters gunning for history to Michael Phelps’ final stand, here are the must-watch races of the 2016 Olympics: Sat Aug 6 Men’s 400m Freestyle 9:30 pm…

via These Are the Must-Watch Swimming Races at the Rio Olympics — TIME

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Hotel St. Pancras 1935

23 Jul

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Hotel St. Pancras in London 1935

Piano notes could be heard on this late sultry evening in July of 1935 as the elderly couple sat on the burgundy-velvet love seat in the grand lobby of the Pancras Hotel . A gentleman artist was performing for a near non existent crowd. The wedding party of yesterday had partied and left, returning home to the countryside.

Apparently, Gracie and John Smith couldn’t depart as yet. Their grandson, Johnnie, was all that was left now as his sister was betrothed to her American sweetheart, would honeymoon in Paris, then move to the farm in the states. Johnnie and his sister lost their parents back when he was one from an auto accident. Her groom was a farmer from the middle of America. It would be a long while, if ever, when they’d be reunited. Little Johnnie didn’t know of this, only that he received many hugs yesterday and he swore his sister had tears in her eyes. He decided that’s what happiness and “love” bring, lots of wet faces and sobs.

He, Johnnie, looked around the lonely lobby and wandered from sofa to sofa, scouring the place for some form of life. Brown eyes lofted to the staircase and back at his grandma and grandpa. They sat while minds floated to the music played by the piano man as they remembered one tune after another. The gentleman lobbyist or attendant from the front desk assured them the music would last two more hours maybe more.

“What should I do?” He whispered to himself as he sat dressed in a suit with bow-tie. He looked for other faces, but there were none, et all. He must find his adventure. He quietly walked up to his family. “I have to pee.”

John Smith smiled upon the boy and looked to the hallway behind the front desk. “Right over there, Johnnie. You can go by yourself.”

Johnnie smiled. His adventure would now begin. He looked back and saw his grandparents talking, laughing, and drinking as they nodded to the piano man. Johnnie sped up his movements on the first set of stairs to escape their view. He looked up. And up. He was going to find something. His hand smoothed over the wooden banister and it glided like a sailing ship he’d seen come into port two days ago. Grandma Gracie told him, “I believe it comes from special trees in the woods, very strong ones.” He wondered if he’d ever seen the trees in the woods before, that ended up as a wooden banister.

After this contemplation and feeling like he’d discovered gold while on board a big wooden ship, he then for no apparent reason whatsoever, skipped steps. Johnnie took large lunges stretching his inner groin muscles a bit much. He thought he heard his pants rip apart at the seams. He laughed and kept going up. He skipped a floor. Why not? The notes of tunes, classic in rendition, penetrated the opening but not as loud.

He put his hand over the gold fleur-de-lis patterns on the wall. He knew what they were, grandma told him, but he couldn’t remember what they symbolized. He calculated he’d made it to the 3rd floor. He decided to run the hallway very fast from one end to the other. Halfway down he hit the floor when a door opened and a woman came out, yelling, “I don’t ever want to see you again!”

Johnnie stopped. Startled and a bit scared he resumed the upright position.

She looked at him, sized him a good stare.

She was sad, or was it mad he questioned?

“What are you doing you little scoundrel?”

Johnnies eyebrows rose and then lowered. He replied, “Why nothing. Better yet, what’s the matter with you?”

“Nothing and everything,” she laughed.

“Caren,” she said sweetly.

“Johnnie, at your service madwoman.” He offered his hand and they shook to their new acquaintance.

“Pleased to meet you this fine evening.”

“Likely.”

“Likewise.” She iterated. “I’ve got an hour to let off some steam before I return to slumber for the night. You?”

“Oh, maybe that long, too.”

“There’s two things I’ve wanted to do here with another adventurer and have never been able to do it, least not since I was a kid.”

“Tell me.”

“How old are you?”

“Seven. Does it matter?” He answered cockily.

“Old enough, I suppose. Can you balance?” she asked.

He stepped on one foot, closed his eyes and held his arms out.

“Good. Do you scare easily?”

He squinted, looked at her, then thought of the serene but tedious scene in the lobby. “No way.”

“Ready for some action, then?”

“Yup!”

“Follow me.”

Caren took off for the 4th floor rather quickly. She skipped steps, too. He liked her already.

Once at the top, she whispered in his ear what they were going to do and when finished they must hurriedly, so as not to get caught, exit back up to the 5th and 6th floors. She would show him the special rooms in the towers.

Boy was this his lucky night! Brown eyes followed her every word. She said, “First though the real fun begins.”

He joined her.

“Come quickly!”

She climbed upon the banister made of special trees. He followed. The unlikely pair lay on their abdomens and flew down and around the curves. Smiles widened and light laughs followed down the passage way. Johnnie pretended he was flying, only backwards. She helped him to stay balanced. He got the giggles and couldn’t stop.

One floor, two floor, and third floor complete!

She laughed with him and tried to shush both of them. No one heard them as there was no one present to over hear the light excitement of new pals.

“Remember, the last banister you must ride on your back and bottom, being very careful to not fall off. You can do it. Then run right back up to the fourth floor and I’ll show you the special towers on five and six.”

Little Johnnie was so energized. He knew he couldn’t stop. He realized she waited to the last stairs for the funnest part of all. And a good thing as one would not want to fall four floors down. No way.

Right before he let go he heard the church choir from yesterday in the cathedral where the wedding took place. He was ready to let himself fly. Caren let him go first and he nearly fell off a good many times. The piano man looked up and smiled at them. Little Johnnie fell right at the end when he tried to dismount. He took a tumble and the piano man paused his keys; Gracie and John looked at him when he stopped at mid song.

Quickly, he recovered and banged hard on his ivory music box. He threw his hands in the air, stood, and bowed. Stunned, the couple clapped. He asked them what favorite tune they might like to hear next? All the while he let the adventurers escape to higher heights.

Caren and little Johnnie breathlessly flew back up while leaving giggles in ascension to the fifth floor. At the end of the fourth floor they found the passageway through a special door hidden by library books.

“How do you know this?”

“Johnnie, this is my father’s hotel!”

“Seriously?” He smiled. His adventure was more than he could have dreamed. His sister was gone and now, tonight, he had a new play mate. He’d follow her anywhere.

Inside the tower, he took notice there were not any dragons, prisoners, or ghosts as one might suspect or be told. Just a bird on the ledge perched against the city backdrop when Caren opened the iron laden door. The pair walked out into the night with heavy fog surrounding the balcony and stood together: high up, safe, and exhilarated from earlier spent energy, acting foolish and daring.

“You’re not mad anymore,” he said.

“No, I’m not. You see if ever you become bored or mad, find something daring, fun and exciting to do. Go on a small adventure.”

“I had so much fun. Someday, we’ll do it again, you and me, okay?” he asked.

“Sure, I’d like that.”

He smiled. She didn’t tell him that her father was closing the hotel next week. She not dare ruin the moment as they looked out upon London in the fog above the Pancras hotel and railway.

The End

Digital Photo Credit to Lemanshots WordPress

THIS IS WHEN YOU REALLY KNOW ITS HOT!

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Passengers

1 Jul

The middle-aged business man wished he’d never met the men last year wanting to use his skills. They took him to a place he’d never been before, physically and mentally, and now there was no turning back. It was done. They’d probably celebrate this victory.

He walked the long endless trek to find the gate; before he reached his last destination on U.S. soil his eyes looked up briefly to view the television set placed up near the ceiling of the southern airport. The sun shone bright through the windows from both sides. He was surrounded in light, yet, inside a fire ignited and he was unsure he could put it out. Tiny beads of sweat formed on his forehead near his hairline. He pulled a paper napkin from the hotel room and wiped this wetness before it reached his eyes, then dropped it in a close by garbage can.

He’d arrived at the gate, his business completed in a month before summer. He’d be air-born and routed for the next twenty one hours or so, then arrive at home nearly two days from now.

Repeatedly, he exclaimed silently to himself, “This would please them. I’m out!”

With his business briefcase held close and nerves shredding on the inside, he could only hope his life would be spared upon return to his native country. No accidents. He thought of ending it twenty four hours ago, but his ticket had already been purchased. It was then he glanced up again at the screen. Success. Dread. He wished he was dead.

A month earlier, husbands and wives, newlyweds, lovers, friends and family boarded the dinner cruise for an eight hour night of fun on the seas! The four of them were celebrating a wedding, unofficially, of course, after a small beach affair afforded an idyllic setting from earlier in the day. It was the spring of 1996 and the young couples set out to celebrate love and togetherness aboard the cruise ship. There would be gambling, dinner, dancing, and cruising for eight glorious hours.

Upon boarding pictures were taken off to the side in a room filled with balloons which lightened the darkness setting in. The sun would set exactly as the ship cruised from the harbor out onto the ocean. Dark blue-black was the color of the ocean swells tonight. Glorious. “What a life!” exclaimed one person as they looked out upon the endless body.

There were no children aboard tonight, save for a few that one could not part with or find a sitter. Music flowed out through the small passage ways and reached the decks. Those strolling in fine attire after dinner could find their way to the rail and look upon the vast beauty. Greatness and strength of mere liquid infused into the souls which allowed the perfusion of such. A stroll along the deck could be mesmerizing, fulfilling or enlightening-all at once.

The hard labors of life washed away and for eight hours one knew of nothing finer. No one wanted to run into anyone they knew because that might ground them on this voyage and the passengers wanted only to be somewhere new, somewhere light, somewhere magical. They wanted to find that lightness in the soul that carried them away to drift upon clouds of love and hope.

One could hear Ave Maria sung as they passed by the Library Bar aboard the ship. This further gave them hope to any slighting one suffered in life. The childless couple paused and leaned back against the wall to listen and soak in the very solitude of this moment.

Later both couples made their way to the stern of the ship. One could say goodbye to anything one wanted. Champagne toasts to the recent wedding on the beach delighted the revelers as the wind swept past them and swirls of water said goodbye to the magnificent splendor of the seas.

A return to the present month of May.

“Did you see the tragedy on the news?” asked her friend.

“I just saw. Horrible beyond anything.”

“Unbelievable and they don’t know why. Most importantly, they can not find it!” The friend exclaimed over the phone.

“For certain?”

“Yes, so weird. Strange. Families will never see them again.”

“Awful. I just realized that was the same flight we took last month!”

“No way.”

“Yes. Oh my. It could have been us. Terrible.”

“I wonder if they knew they were going down?”

“Probably, yes,” she replied.

“Oh. I’m so glad it wasn’t you guys.”

Meanwhile the businessman sweated through the first hour of his return flight home. He never saw the light of day after he departed twenty one hours later. No move. No money. No time with his wife and family. No word. Disappeared.

The End

Flash Fiction written for Chuck Wendig’s random prompts.

#4. Accident which might not be an accident.

Genre: Mystery

Word count: 794

Kim Troike

 

Blog Heaven

10 Jun

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Hello Readers!

I love all my blogs, all three of them. This ivorytide.com I like to think of as far-a-way places, you know ivory sand beaches, coastlines, and then keys on the piano to play and lift our spirits with musical notes. I also like that it isn’t so defined, there’s room for dimension and growth. But I’m human and cannot manage all I have to do and do it well.

You see there was a knock on the door this morning and it woke me from my dream. By the time I got out of bed, put on a robe and skirted to the door I realized my mind was already making my to-do list. Wow. That’s a knockout punch when your brain is ahead of you. Go figure. Yikes.

My creativity is spilling onto the table and I cannot wipe it up. Therefore, I must prioritize. This little cutie will play the music for you whilst (I always wanted to use that English term) I run away on summer break. You have to go back in time just a bit when life moved a little slower. There ya go, I knew that you knew what I’m talking about.

Big Bands, and singers like Louis B. Armstrong, Sara Vaughn, Frank Sinatra, and numerous others. You remember that sound that was playing back in the day when the window was open in the summertime and the album was scratched just a bit by the worn out needle. But you listened because that’s all there was and the company which sat before you.

I have to recreate this feeling because the setting no longer exists. It died many years ago! As much as I want it back, I’ll never have it. Therefore, I’ve begun writing stories, stories of nostalgia to regain that love I felt years ago.

My draft of Chocolate for Lilly will be queried out to a few more people. She’s a precious one and I’d like to write more of those. Historical fiction is a challenge, yet I spent many a day with old timers. They are some fun folks. Really. Believe me. Maybe I’ll get a ‘lucky strike’ on that story.

“I’m coming. Coming.” But when I get to the door no one is there. Figures. Geez, who got me out a bed so early on my day off? The sun is blinding and the flag is swaying gently. What a day!

I look on the brick-paved covered front porch and a bird goes into the birdhouse I painted and set out there just for them. Sweet. Nice. Then I look down and see a box of chocolates.

Smiles.

This day is getting better by the minute. No one is there. Who would have left these? Is it my birthday, Mother’s Day, or graduation? I like to think I have an admirer, so let’s leave it at that. I can’t wait for later tonight. Maybe I’ll get lucky.

By Kim Troike

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Thanks for stopping by my blog today. Hope you enjoyed my story. I’ll post it on Chuck Wendig’s comments. Thanks Chuck. He’s the prompter, the motivator!

PS. My blog has gone off to dream in blog heaven for awhile this summer. Be back later.

 

Minnesota Governor Declares ‘Prince Day’ to Honor Pop Star — TIME

7 Jun

Minnesota’s governor has proclaimed June 7 as “Prince Day,” honoring the late pop star’s legacy on what would have been his 58th birthday. The “Purple Rain” singer died in his home in April from an accidental overdose of the opioid fentanyl. Prince’s love for Minnesota and for his hometown, Minneapolis, were well known in the…

via Minnesota Governor Declares ‘Prince Day’ to Honor Pop Star — TIME

What a wonderful tribute! Such a loss at an early age.

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