And No Plums: #Loveuary Day Twenty-One

 


 

Ritu from But I Smile Anyway created the #Loveuary blog hop,  which feels like a perfect time to explore the next three chapters of my Star Trek: Enterprise  TnT fan fiction  story, Love and Loss  – a hundred words at a time.

I’m using word prompts for each day, randomly gathered. Prompt words appear in bold, and today’s contributors are credited at the end of the post.

This drabble happens immediately after my previous T'Pol chapter, "Indeed There Is". Phlox has come to check in with T'Pol, and he's bearing gifts.

One more thing: Standard disclaimer applies. I don’t own these characters or the world they inhabit. They just like whispering and shouting stories into my brain, which I share with you freely, as an act of love.
 

And No Plums

T’Pol drew her blanket and silk robe around her, feigning serenity. “I’m filling the vacuum with superfluous residue.”

Phlox nodded as he examined a mist-shrouded waterfall surrounded by a kaleidoscope of lights. “Commander Tucker is the theme.”

“He is my magnetic resonance. My constitution requires him.”

“And so I intercede. I’ve brought gifts.”

“I require none.”

“Your soul needs healing, T’Pol. These will help.” He lifted a large basket. Surrounding an Oriental lily were apples, bananas, oranges, and pears, a book entitled “Thought Diary,” and a small container of loose-leaf chamomile tea.

No plums. And no peaches.

“Thank you, Doctor.”

Why does T’Pol want plums and peaches?

 


 

 

Come on back tomorrow, and stop by Ritu’s place for more #Loveuary delight!

First Church in Albany: Skywatch Friday from December 2016

Well, it’s been a while since I took these images, planning to include them in a Skywatch Friday post the following week...since that was in early December, I think it’s safe to say that that didn’t actually happen.

It got lost in an abundance of change...My Accomplice, who thought he had landed a job in a good kitchen, began to find more and more troubling details, and when he was fired under false pretenses, he was maybe more happy to go than they were to have him go. So, life shifted – and then, a couple of weeks ago, he took another job, where he’s much happier. After decades of working evenings, his day begins for breakfast, and ends after lunch. At the same time, we’ve both been busy working through the many steps necessary for him to begin legally selling his artisanal hot sauces.

We’re getting close now, though – and so, here I am to finally get this long-overdue Skywatch Friday post completed, so I can share it with you.

I took these images at the First Church in Albany, New York, which is the Dutch Reformed Church that Philip Schuyler and his family belonged to, and where Alexander Hamilton’s eulogy was read on July 29, 1804 – 165 years to the day before I was born.

Seeing this grand old historical church, and learning more of the life that happened within and around was exultant, sobering, uplifting, and weighty, all at the same time. I hope that comes through in my images of the sky through several perspectives.

Life is like that – looking at things from various perspectives can shift what we see, and what we understand...

After you enjoy these perspectives on the sky, pop over to Skywatch Friday to view more sky photos, and/or share your own...and keep looking up!

“Well, Trip?”: #Loveuary Day Fourteen

Ritu from But I Smile Anyway created the #Loveuary blog hop,  which feels like a perfect time to explore the next three chapters of my Star Trek: Enterprise  TnT fan fiction  story, Love and Loss  – a hundred words at a time.

I’m using word prompts for each day, randomly gathered. Prompt words appear in bold, and today’s contributors are credited at the end of the post.

One more thing: Standard disclaimer applies. I don’t own these characters or the world they inhabit. They just like whispering and shouting stories into my brain, which I share with you freely, as an act of love.

This drabble happens just after the last Trip story,"About T'Pol." Jon invited Trip to dinner, and is fishing for answers. Will Trip take the bait?
 

“Well, Trip?”

Dinner was baked potato, curried fish and carrots with honey ginger glaze. He couldn’t eat.

“Well, Trip?

Honor guide me. Shran would hate him using Andorian phrases to defend T’Pol’s hallowed ground.

“T’Pol’s mom rolled out the doormat and welcomed me. It made me miss Lizzie. Didn’t handle it well. I had to leave.”

It was true, despite the holes a forklift could drive through. It needed a flourish; a forked tongue to hide the forklift. “Now, as for the emu – there’s not enough room to ride a horse on a spaceship.

Jon groaned. “Shut up, Trip. Have some pie.

Will Trip get away with his honor, T'Pol's secret, and some pie?

Today’s prompts are courtesy of...
 

Anonymous Donor:

  • potato

  • ginger

  • doormat

  • forked tongue

  • horse on a spaceship

Braxin:

  • honor guide me

  • forklift

  • emu

Chara 47:

  • fish and carrots

  • pie

Seacook:

  • hallowed

Come on back tomorrow, and stop by Ritu’s place for more #Loveuary delight!