A padlock, yes a padlock!
What an idea, they chimed in as a group
Maybe it would deter from that alphabet soup
You know, the drivel he spits every day
The words spout out like fountain spray
The dementia, the cruelty, hate
No words of friendship or love been spake
Yes, padlock!
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Weekend Writing Prompt #455 – Padlock
It was zenosyne, she was sure of it. How else could she have fallen so fast and settled so softly? She wanted to scream, but no sound came from her lips. Her body separated from the chain and fell into the narrow crack of the rocks. They thought she would die from the fall. At the very least it should have snapped her ankle. But she was saved. Somehow the chain broke and saved her foot. She was free, but also wedged between the rocks. A blackbird landed close by and decided there was no food here because the human was still alive. His beak was hoping for a piece of her flesh for a tasty morsel. He cawed madly to scold her, he was so disappointed. Her captors above were looking to see if she was moving, but not wanting to climb down to investigate. Hoping they would think she was dead, she dared not move from her position. Just wait till dark she thought to herself. Then I can make my escape. She waited in pain for the sun to set. She looked up and saw no one, so started to move cautiously. A small bit at a time and she could free herself. The end of the chain still attached to her ankle provided some leverage to loosen the rock’s grip. Now was her chance. She slipped out of the narrow space and limped into the river. The cold water soothed her injuries. She would follow the river bank to the safety of her family’s campsite.
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Fandango’s Flashback Friday — February 13th
Kissing, don’t make such a big deal
If you’ve ever been kissed you know what’s real
And what’s made up on movie screens
Where strangers as actors are seen
They must repeat it to please the director
Who watches closely, a real lip inspector
He tells them just how to smooch
When they both are ready to mooch
Whatever the type of kiss you want
You need a romantic savant
They know every type of peck on the cheek
Their knowledge is vast and not meek
Whichever is your favorite kiss
There’s one always causes bliss
Kiss Day
An easy one this week. Love in all its forms makes me happy. Here are some (too many) from my corner:
The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Feb. 14, 2026
“That’s an old quote”, Joe started to quibble, again. It seemed every question asked, Mike had a quote to answer.
“Well it’s true! Every spring the river overflows and floods my garden!“
We all know what’s coming next:
“Floods are ‘acts of God,’ but flood losses are largely acts of man.” — Gilbert White
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FOWC With Fandango — Spring
RDP Thursday! River!
https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2026/02/12/three-things-challenge-mm333/ quote question quibble
Everyone thought he was a bookworm, but waiting for his transcripts he felt in limbo til they arrived. He spent his free time at the library where there was always a storm of books.
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Can You Tell A Story In…
Family thinks I’m immortal
Oh yes I’ve been to the portal
Saw no golden gates however
In fact I think I will never
Angels sweet not there to greet me
No haunting trumpets, harps playing
St Peter missing…just sayin’
Maybe life’s master’s just playin’.
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An Octo poem.
Reena’s Xploration Challenge #417
Remembering my favorite walk
Kicking through a bed of color
Autumn leaves carpeting the maple grove
A secret childhood refuge
A bed of crunchy leaves always inviting
Looking up through bright maple branches
Blue sky almost seems touchable.
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Open Link #401 and February Live
The street now deserted and Sara took relief in that. It had been chaos a few minutes before. She scrolled through the images she had taken during the protest. All of them were very clear, to her surprise. Now she wondered if she dared publish them. Of course it was her job, her mission and that’s why she rushed to this street, to capture the violent struggles. There were many she missed, her eyes shifting from one group to another quickly. She wanted to take photos of what was real, not whitewashed by government spokespersons. Sara drove to her publisher.
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13 February 2026
The Bag Lady 
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