Home Sweet Sis (#FSS-59)


Fandango’s story starters might turn out to be a semi-regular prompt for me.  The “teasers” trigger the ‘odd’ in me… So, click the link above for all the info, and here’s his current teaser.

This week’s Story Starter teaser is:  After the shock of seeing the amount of his latest electricity invoice wore off, Ted decided that, in order to save energy going forward, he would…


After the shock of seeing the amount of his latest electricity invoice wore off, Ted decided that, in order to save energy going forward, he would…move in with his sister.

She could talk the legs off a barstool (though she’d never step inside a drinking establishment), and she was a Bible-thumper—in a friendly endearing sort of way.  But her cooking made bachelors weep…his mouth watered. 

Being honest with himself, he knew she was the only one who’d tolerate an extended visit from him…and he could likely stand her eccentricities for a short stay before things got tricky.

He called her up, explained his plight, assured her it wasn’t money he was after…just a change of place for a bit.  She squealed with delight (squealing was one of those eccentricities), and asked when he’d arrive.  Soon as he could pack a few things, unplug all electric appliances. 

And then she gave him his choice—should she make her killer lasagna, or her to-die-for mac & cheese?

Ahh…he loved his crazy old Sis!

©Leyde Ryan, 2022 ~ All rights reserved.

Rescued By the Robin


This week’s letter is “R”, and I’ve used the host’s marvelous drawing and her five prompt words: Rome; relief; rhyming; run; robin.  Click the link above to learn more about the challenge, and join in!


The robin rescued my reality.

My brother, Richard, invited me

To vacation in Rome—though he

Knows I despise traveling, hardly

 Leave my neighborhood.

He’s visited most of the world

And I always say, “bring back

Lots of photos!”

He does each time, and I fully

Enjoy them without stress

Of actually going somewhere.

So, while I love Italian movies

Food, music, I said, “no thanks”

Hugged him hard, kissed his cheek.

“You don’t know what you’re

Missing”, he said—and I called

“Bring back lots of photos!”, as

He ran to board his plane.

I felt relief, happiness when he

Phoned to say he’d safely arrived

To begin another adventure.

He considers my life less ‘vibrant’

Likes to tease, but realizes I’m

Well-content in my smaller world

Cooking, writing, talking to birds

Outside my window.

The crows are my pals, and I

Relish visits from seagulls

Lone blue jay, sparrows, wee

Chickadees.  I wake, and fall

Asleep to birdsong every day—

Who wouldn’t be joyful?

I don’t need to travel.


I expected Richard’s return, next day

And was surprised by an afternoon call.

I’d been watching the robin, faithfully

Perched next to my windowsill—

Peering in, observing my activities.

Chuckling, I picked up the phone, “hello?”

Within single moment, life changed.

My brother Richard, best friend I

Loved with all my heart—was dead.

The tour bus he was on had been

Bombed, no survivors.

I should have accompanied him…

Days, weeks, months passed in

Blurry shock, initially…then waves

Of agonizing grief, sorrow, crashing

Into and nearly drowning me—

Particularly the day a package was

Delivered.  Somehow Richard’s

Camera, loaded with photos, had

Found its way home unharmed.

His death ripped through me

I’d never known such pain, didn’t

Think I could live… I surely couldn’t

Write—rhyming had deserted me

Leaving choppy lines of incoherent

Phrases lacking cohesion.

But his pictures were filled with life

His handsome smile embraced

Me from every scenic spot.

The one daily touchstone of divine

Grace was my robin—eyes turned

Toward me, searching my heart

With compassion, empathy…as if

To say, “you can do it, you’re strong

Because you have a brother’s love

And God above, holding you both.”

©Leyde Ryan, 2022 ~ All rights reserved.