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About trentpmcd

Trent P. McDonald Musician, composer, author, photographer, general creative.

Dark #writephoto (repost)

Photo by Sue Vincent

NoteI wrote and posted this almost exactly three (3) years ago, on March 1, 2018. It was written for Sue Vincent’s #writephoto challenge that week. Since Sue is unable to post new photos, many of us are bringing back posts from the past to show our appreciation for the stories and ideas that she inspired :) See below for more detail on this story.

With no wizard’s light to guide us, we ran through the darkness.  Occasionally a great leap of fire was reflected on the dark stone, casting an evil red glare across our party, but mostly we moved through a black so deep it seemed a physical force.  On we went, stubbing toes and scuffing hands as we ran in pitch black.

“I see light,” the sharp eyed elf yelled.  “Daylight!”

We ran faster, though us mere mortals could see naught.  I bumped into a man, a common occurrence in this mad dash.  But then something amazing happened.  I could make out his form.  In a few more steps, I too could see the cool blue daylight.  We might make it!

There were guards at the entrance, but they were expecting an attack from the outside, not one from within.  We swept them away without an injury on our part and pushed out into the open.

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A Hint, Please

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

The apartment building was obviously a pre-Columbian artifact.

Just inside the unlocked door was the row of mailboxes. No buzzers.  How quaint.

Number 4 was Maria Mordella. Perfect.

Just outside Number 4, I held out the single rose, but my left hand, hidden in my jacket, held my 9 mm.

After an age of the Universe, a lady opened the door.

She was older than the building.

“Ms. Mordella?” A nod.  “Complements.” I gave her the rose and left.

It was only after a 34-year-old Maria Mordella met an unfortunate accident that I discovered Cruella Mordella really was my target.


Word count = 100

Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  This week’s prompt is here and uses a photo © Roger Bultot. Read more or join in by following the InLinkz “linky“.

Martha Goode – The Old Mill

Martha Goode, and that is the First Martha, was the very first resident of the brand new, ultra-modern Goode Mansion.  Her mother, Abigail, was rushed out of the heavily damaged farm house while in labor (“no child of mien will be born in this house of fire and death”) and gave birth to Martha less than an hour after being moved.

Martha grew up to be a very intelligent woman.  At 18 she gained control of the Goode Mill, the old mill, and took the burnt-out hulk and created the most efficient, most profitable mill in the region, all the while paying the workers at her mill a third more than anyone else paid their labor.

She later lost the mill, a victim of a highly patriarchal society, but kept the mansion, the mansion defined by her; the mansion that defined her.

As she aged, she grew stranger and stranger. Who could blame her after all she had seen, experienced and dealt with, from an extremely violent and abusive “father” to the death threats as her legal battles got stretched across many years. Towards the end, few remembered the remarkable woman who had saved the town, only the eccentric who lived up the hill in the ancient house.  Legends grew around her, even while she was still alive.

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Yesterday’s Lore #tanka

Last season’s harvest
Lasts through the long, cold winter
A forgotten lore
With modern ways we forget
Ancient wisdom to live by


This was written for Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge. This week was poet’s choice. I chose a tanka.

This is another drawing I recently found. I just colorized it today. Back before refrigeration and shipping from all over the world, people had to make their vegetables last all winter. By March there would be little choice left…

Weekly Smile for the First of March 2021 #weeklysmile

Hi all. As many of you may know, I have a house on Cape Cod. Unfortunately, I have not been visiting it very often. In fact, I was last down right around New Year’s Day. But I made it back last week!

I really didn’t do a lot. I did visit the landings near my house. I went running by the beach. I took a long walk in the woods. And I hung out. Not a lot, but it was great to be back after almost two months away!

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The Weekly Smile Recap for 2/22 – 2/28/2021 #weeklysmile

Hi All! Some great smiles last week! Go ahead and click on a link or two or three or… ;)

Trent’s World
Lady Lee Manila
The Hidden Edge
Sillyfrog’s Blog
Natalie the Explorer
Piglet in Portugal
Ruth Scribbles
Light Motifs II
Tessa Dean – Author
Southern Patches
priorhouse blog
Thistles and Kiwis
All Things Bright and Beautiful
Wasted Days and Wasted Nights
Change is Hard

A lot of great smiles! I hope you enjoyed them as much as I did :)

I will post this week’s smile in about an hour. What made you smile?

If We Were Havign Coffee on the 27th of February, 2021 #weekendcoffeechare

Hello and Welcome! Come on over and I’ll get you a large mug of super strong dark roast, a cuppa tea or a hot cocoa. He can sit here at the table until it starts to rain, in which case we’ll pull it onto the covered patio area by the barn. It is warmish and feels nice, though it is supposed to rain most of the day. Where are we? Some may recognize the photo at the top as being from Cape Cod.

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A Faded Rose from Days Gone By

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

I remember her clearly, the oversized suitcase, the faded rose on her jacket.

Later, at the diner, I asked a local about her.

For at least 30 years she had gone down to the bus station daily and waited for her lover to come take her away.

Funny thing was that the dark-haired stranger had jilted her long before, back in the 1950s.  She had waited patiently for him until she was 41 and began the crazy ritual.

I saw her the next day, the spring beauty just beneath the snowy old surface.

I wonder if she is still waiting?


Some of you (if you are old enough) may recognize this as coming from the song Delta Dawn (or try this if you like Tanya better than Helen), only I set it 30 years later, say 2003, when poor Dawn is in her 70s, not her 40s (the song says 41).


Word count = 100

Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  This week’s prompt is here and uses a photo © Dale Rogerson. Read more or join in by following the InLinkz “linky“.

Dreamscape #tanka

Super quick sketch…

Places in the fog
Once familiar yet different
Past and future twirl
A crack in the Universe
Is it in my mind or real?


This was written for Colleen’s weekly Poetry Challenge. This week we were to work with the concept of “Dreams“. I chose to write a tanka.


What does the image at the top have to do with the subject of the poem? A few months back I had a really strange dream. While trying to describe it to Sue Vincent, I decided to draw a quick picture. I later added it to the post (which you can see if you go to the post).

The Weekly Smile for the 22nd of February, 2021#weeklysmile

Hello! I hope you all had a great weekend. I know I did. It was sunny and relatively warm. OK, it got above freezing, if only by a degree or two, but the bright sun made it feel warm! The week wasn’t as cold or nasty as it was in some parts of the country, but the weekend weather sure was welcome!

Mostly because of the weather, but for a few other reasons, I have not been running in almost a month. Even in the cold weather I typically bundle up and run at least three times a week, so a month off, well, I could feel it. And then last week I was feeling a little down. I started to do my normal exercise routine on Monday, but my left arm hurt, so I didn’t do it. I didn’t do it Tuesday either. Or Wednesday, Thursday or Friday!

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