http://lindaghill.com/2023/04/05/one-liner-wednesday-time-flies/

A for ambivalent. I have been trying to figure out my feelings about religion in general. I grew up with a strict Baptist mother and a dad who refused to attend church. I was not “baptized” until I chose it at the age of 16. I attended and worked some at the church and liked the pastor. Then actual life happened and the shiny exterior wore off quickly. As I went out into the real world I had a hard time justifying my beliefs. The older I get the more ambivalent I am about many things.

https://rugby843.blog

https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2023/04/01/weekend-writing-prompt-305-unrepentant/

Is it all about the money? As the evidence I see in stories—“follow the money” to see how the perpetrators are related to a crime? The traces of guilt for an action are surely a vision of culpability in cases of needed proof. No matter what spin he puts on it, facts are facts. I just wish it was for the insurrection and more dangerous activities that he be held accountable.

https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2023/04/01/money-2/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2023/04/01/your-daily-word-prompt-Vision-ydwordprompt-April-1-2023/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2023/04/01/traces/

https://fivedotoh.com/2023/04/01/fowc-with-fandango-related/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2023/04/01/rdp-saturday-spin/

https://lindaghill.com/2023/03/31/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-april-1-2023/

A Winter Night 12-17-2017

The room is dark except for the small scented nightlight. The snow plows on the main road, and the sad sound of a fire truck broke the silence. Some poor family might be stranded in this freezing weather, or a motorist slipped out of control on the ice. A winter night exposes tragedy. The young men cannot keep up with their shovels for the wind is filling in snow as fast as they clear it. A dog’s howl insures others will answer. Every being is feeling lonely and cold tonight.

The room is dark and the scent of the nightlight cannot dispel the loneliness. She hears a car drive by, but it’s not stopping here. No one is coming to break her mood. She sips the tea, but cannot eat. Her body aches, but not for food, or sleep, but for the company of his love. Her mind plays tricks, causing her to see him in the shadows. Could it be? Would she turn on the lamp and see him there? She dared not because she knew he wasn’t, no matter how much she wished it.

The scented nightlight caused a small shadow in the dark room. As she pulled the covers around her, she could almost feel him beside her. His warmth, his body next to her. She curled up and nestled into her pillow, wanting it to be him. She covered her head with the warm blanket, hiding from the nightlight glow. She wanted to shut everything out, to just pretend he was there. She drew the covers in, as if they were his arms holding her tight. The cold, the loneliness, wouldn’t reach her here. She would sleep and dream of him.

The room was dark and the nightlight glowed. The snow was still falling, but the night sounds were quieting. The plows stopped, the shoveling men retreated till morning. The animals finally slept. The winter night’s cold was unrelenting. The lanes were freezing icy trails. Jack Frost painted glass with beautiful designs. She fell asleep to dream.

http://fivedotoh.com/2023/03/31/fandangos-flashback-friday-march-31st/

Their perception skewed

Only wonderment viewed

It’s a lesson for all

Life’s see-saw rises and falls

But the ruckus ignored

When a playground’s aboard.

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https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2023/03/31/friday-wonderment/

https://chellebcom2.wordpress.com/2023/03/31/todays-prompt-sing/

http://cyranny.com/2023/03/31/see-saw-word-of-the-day-challenge/

https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2023/03/31/lesson-4/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2023/03/31/your-daily-word-prompt-Perception-ydwordprompt-March-31-2023/

http://fivedotoh.com/2023/03/31/fowc-with-fandango-ruckus/

It was often she felt the longing, irresistible feelings for the guilty pleasure. Many people had this experience and she wanted it too. It seemed forever since the longing had been satisfied, the relief from the inner pangs, the release of endorphins. She would wake in the night with this undeniable craving, reaching out in her dreams, finding nothing there.

It was becoming overwhelming, vmasking her ability to complete ordinary tasks during the day, and at night it was almost unbearable. Sitting alone in the evening her mind would turn to these thoughts and no matter how much she tried to push them away, she didn’t succeed. Thoughts of his warm sweetness on her lips made her salivate.

This night she could bear it no longer. Still in her pajamas, she threw on her coat and ran to her car. The time to reach her destination seemed endless. Then by the river, surrounded in moonlight, she saw him. He was standing in the middle of a small crowd in the park. She made herself keep to a walk as she approached him.

The funnel cake vendor.

https://fivedotoh.com/2023/03/31/flashback-friday/

I am in an apartment complex. I have a square piece of cement that is supposed to be a patio but has a bunch of grass between the cement and parking lot pavement. One perfectly able woman “walks” her dog and lets it poop on (my) area of grass almost every day. Summer is coming and I don’t want to see it or smell it if I choose to sit on my cement square.

Today she looked right at me and let her dog do it’s thing. It’s only a few yards further on the sidewalk to the area she is supposed to be using. An alternative—use your own damn grass!

So after a trying time with WP deleting my typing while trying to write a story, I was not in a gracious mood. After a year and a half of putting up with this behavior, I reported her to the manager’s office. Next time I hit a store I will purchase a sign for my piece of grass. Rant over🤨

https://rugby843.blog

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(In a book I just finished, a political leader says: “You can kill a country as easily as a man, you just take away hope”.)

https://skepticskaddish.com/2023/03/29/w3-prompt-48-weave-written-weekly/