Mr. Cravitts’ Book Store

A book shop that is no longer there

If we had been good for a whole month, father gave us each fifty-cents. My brothers tripped over each other to get to the candy or ice cream cone shop first. I went to Mr. Cravitts’ Book Store instead.

When the door squealed open, Mr. Cravitts’ parrot squawked, “Go out. Come In.“

A crookedly lettered sign, 5 books for .50, hung over several shelves in the darkest, dustiest corner of the shop. I piled books on the floor, sat down to chose my dreams and adventures.

Too soon, the parrot excitedly “chimed” “You’re early. You’re late.”

Reluctantly removing books from my lap, I slowly unfolded my legs. With five treasures in my book-bag, I left my .50 cents on the counter, slammed the door behind me and ran for home.

Winter — open coat flapping. Fall — scarf unraveling.  Spring – rubber boots splashing. Summer — floppy hat slipping.

In my attic office, there is an old battered bookcase stuffed with ragged, torn and much-loved books. Mr. Cravitts and his book shop are gone, but not his treasures. A crookedly lettered sign stands on the top of the book case: 5 books for .50.


Written for the January 25, 2015 edition of Sunday Photo Fiction so creatively and capably run by Al.


Lao-tzu never meant vertically

View of one of the outbuildings from the roof of Dover Castle


OOOOh – this is going to be much harder than I thought.

Sure, a journey of a 1000 steps begins beneath one’s feet, but Lao-tzu meant philosophically, and horizontally, not vertically.

Whoosh – vertigo AGAIN. Close my eyes, breathe in for 10, hold for 10, breathe out for 10. Repeat. Open eyes. Feel calm.

Thump, thump, thump – not calm. Shakespeare ? – be still my heart.

Why did they have to cut the grass? Whose idea was it to put in stone walkways a hundred years or so ago? The roof line of that building looks rather sharp.

The wind’s picked up. It’s about to rain.

I think I’ll wait until tomorrow.

One misstep and  . . . .

Hey, look at me – I can fly.

Barrel-roll. Half-upside-down-full-spin. 180 degree turn. Falcon-dive. Vulture thermal float. Flying lessons were worth every berry and seed.

Swoop – take that touristy folk.



Written for Sunday Photo Fictioner (December 14, 2014) , picture provided by Al, the photography guy. Thanks for a new perspective on castle tourism!