Movie Monday

Watched again this weekend. I really like Will Smith and his movies. I just watched “Bright” on Netflix, liked that too. If you like con men stories, you’ll enjoy this movie, “Focus”.

,Nicky (Will Smith), a veteran con artist, takes a novice named Jess (Margot Robbie) under his wing. While Nicky teaches Jess the tricks of the trade, the pair become romantically involved; but, when Jess gets uncomfortably close, Nicky ends their relationship. Three years later, Nicky is in Buenos Aires working a very dangerous scheme when Jess — now an accomplished femme fatale — unexpectedly shows up. Her appearance throws Nicky for a loop at a time when he cannot afford to be.


Sammiscribbles Weekend Writing Prompt #63

Walls no longer strong, with sturdy wood beams and large stones completing a fireplace in the old home. Heavy walls that sheltered the occupants inside, kept intruders outside, were crumbling around them. Many years passed since the walls kept them safe and protected, and presently were deemed unnecessary.

In past days of war, the small fortress was needed by the Kelly family. As years passed, their children grew and moved away. The Kellys were also deteriorating. It was time to be absent, not watching their family home crumbling.

Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction – Dream

As an adult, I dreamed of the fence, peeking through the broken slats once again.

In my eight year old dreams, the view beyond the fence was where I longed to be. Every child dreams of a storybook place and this was mine.

Through the fence, a beautiful meadow strewn with pastel flowers, led to a stream. Bluegreen water with fanciful creatures, fairies, and sprites hovering and chubby frogs I could hold that just might turn into a prince. My dream continued into evening with the very same frogs creaking and fireflies illuminating the space, completed with bright stars.

July 12: Flash Fiction Challenge

MLMM Saturday Mix 7-14-18

She couldn’t help herself. Her palm ran over the fabric releasing a pleasure signal in her brain. The frock was made of smooth silk. She casually let her purse fall beside her, near the display. As the clerk failed to observe her actions, she slowly slid the garment into her bag.

Gilly was a kleptomaniac. She often arrived home only to discover something new in her possession.

MLMM Photo Challenge 221

Keeping out or keeping in

Sneaking out or sneaking in

Opened for you to intrude

Open, for no one to exclude

Is the life better there

All the travel for this fare?

It looks gloomy, rather dark

Not even see a fire spark

Is this your resignation

Your dream destination?

Maybe the old life was not so bad

Is this better than what you had?

Three Line Tales 128 – Not an Ordinary Man

This is how I think of him, basking in golden glory. It wouldn’t be his choice, but I choose to picture him like this. Not all the time of course. There are times the gold is white in fear, black in depression, or red with anger.

He’s not an ordinary man. He has many sides, many secrets, some I am privy to, others he keeps hidden, even from me. I love him, so I can forgive anything he might think unforgivable.

That’s the way it is with us. A love that’s near when needed, distant in space, close in heart.

Three Line Tales, Week 128

Word of the Day: Integrated

I think I have a solution

It has worked for us

Everyone is integrated

There is no muss or fuss

A certain color of your skin

Scars or tattoos on your shins

Your eyes are almond shaped

Your legs are long skirt draped

Scarves on hair or no hair at all

We all stand against the wall

Stand for freedom, standing tall

There is no thing outside seen

That differs from our inside dreams.


SoCS 7-14-18

Three letter word. Well I guess that leaves anything describing Mr. T out. I was reading a Cheyenne WY newspaper article about a couple of Hispanic men pleading guilty to robbery. One sat outside driving, the other actually did the burglary. No one was injured and the guns stolen were sold to another twenty something. Twenty and twenty-two, the driver’s sentence was sixty years. Sixty years! I probably will rile some people with this, but I think this is overkill. You might think the old adage, don’t do the crime if you can’t do the time…but 60 years?

Meanwhile our self appointed king does and has done what I consider far more reprehensible crimes and is living scot-free, in luxury, along with anyone remotely related to him or his businesses, or underlings in government.

Maybe the word I need is: evil. . .nope too many letters, but bad just doesn’t seem vile enough.

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS July 14/18