The Bag Lady

Susan looked up to the metal basket with fear, an old fear that now replayed in her brain, of old trips to the woodshed to fill the metal can with small pieces of wood. It was a scary errand. Grandmother knew how frightening it was for Susan, but still insistent on her doing the chore. In the woodshed hung huge hairy spiders, sitting on their ancient webs, hoping for a fly or bee for their next meal. Susan had an inordinate fear of spiders in general, even tiny ones inside the house. Seeing the container, she couldn’t help but shudder.

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3 April 2026

https://lindaghill.com/

“A clear conscience is usually a good sign of a bad memory.” Stephen Wright

http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com/?m=1

spring green leaf uncurls

peers out from a rain turned frost

soft, vulnerable

coaxes out it’s velvet spread

suddenly ice storm batters

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Poetics: False Spring

biggest fool

lives in a White House

minions too

foolish acts

mindless cruelty observed

congress tampering

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http://tankatuesday.com/

This seems a bit avant-garde

Two knights embraced in actions barred

No matter enemies they chose to face

The king would not allow this grace

Fighting came easily to them

But loving could not be in this realm.

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Simply 6 Minutes – Welcome to the Challenge: 03/31/2026

This, another horrid week in the news, I chose a story of our medium sized dachshund, Peanut. So named by my husband who brought her home and she did look like a peanut, small and he purchased her from a pet shop that had a bunch of white poodle babies and a small peanut looking pet. He thought she would make good company for me as I was in my first pregnancy, sick on the couch for the first three months. She became a smart, friendly, able to learn tricks quickly, and a neighborhood favorite. A story I’ve told before was many years later when we were traveling from Houston to Vermont. We had a 1966 mustang I still miss, and three kids in car seats in the back along with Peanut. One time we stopped for a snack, left Peanut in the car and she got into the fishing tackle box, I don’t know how, but we came back to find her tangled in line and lures. It was a miracle that she did not get hurt or stabbed or cut in her curiosity.

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This Week’s Writer’s Workshop Prompts: March 31, 2026

My initial, totally unimpressive post for this game:

The Numbers Game #118. Come Play Along!!

Muted lights filled the walkways when at midnight, the abandoned amusement park came alive. Soft accordion music rang through the booths of games that opened their shuttered curtains, and small people ran to play. The workers of the daily booths let their children play at will, no fees paid. It seemed a happy atmosphere until early morning when once again the booths closed, shutters down and locked, resting till the park opened at ten in the morning.

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Here are this week’s ad hop questions:

1.  Can you speak a second language? I wish I could.

2.  Can you remember any popular novelty gadget from the past that is not so widely available today? Walkman

3.  Can you juggle? Nope

4.  What is your favourite snack food? Nachos

Gratitude: I am grateful my granddaughters got together and saw the game at Mile High stadium! They were even on the Jumbotron 😀

Share Your World 30th March 2026