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MLMM Tale Weaver #232
Wandering into the greenhouse, Mary was sure she would find the poisonous cactus she needed. Julie loved succulents and that’s just what Mary needed–a plant that would suck the life right out of Julie.☠️
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MLMM First Line Friday
They congregated up in the hills, far away from judging eyes. It started out as an ordinary coffee group before work on week days, a way to have a bit of fun before the usual mundane routine. Jack Smith began the group with his best friend Joe Brown and each week the morning get-together drew more friends with similar beliefs.
The coffee shop gathering expanded to a Saturday morning meetup since the group was increasing, more than casual conversation ensued, and different members took turns hosting. It seemed clear to everyone involved that their beliefs were not uncommon any longer but might be perceived as a danger. This was after a visit to one of their homes by the Secret Service.
It was then they decided to meet in a secret destination on Saturdays. They even went so far as to publish a newsletter available only to members. It was titled “The Terrible Trump Times”.
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Friday Fictioneers – Awakening
Joe stumbled back as he realized what had just happened. The square was suddenly empty. It was just him and IT! He could hardly believe how it spoke to him. All the answers he questioned for his entire life came flooding in all at once.
After his moment of clarity, the sculpture’s light faded, the square once again filled with bustle and Joe collapsed. A woman rushed to his side but it was too late.
Fandango’s Friday Flashback
All the details here:
https://fivedotoh.com/2019/07/19/fandangos-friday-flashback-july-19/#like-32713
I chose a post from 2017 written for Michael’s Tale Weaver Prompt, Around the house.
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Great. Here she comes again, opening my door, setting it down on her chair wheel. Then she wonders why my door is not flat and the bottom rack won’t roll out! Why she does this every day, I cannot imagine. She never uses the rinse and hold, so I have to sit here with three days of dirty dishes in me. The worst is the odors….salsa, beans, asparagus, tuna, yuck!
It starts with a coffee cup and if I’m lucky, she rinses it before setting it on my top rack. If not, I endure the dripping of the remains till she runs out of those cups and let’s me wash them. Most of the plates and silverware are all rinsed well. Oh, and those water bottles! They’re always falling over and it’s really hard to clean them when they’re on their side.
I’ll tell you a secret….something I do to irritate her…..I’m efficient, I’m not perfect! When she opens my door, I just let the top rack slide out. Of course she pushes it back in so she can reach the bottom shelf to put in the utensils and plates. But I just push it back out. Sometimes she gets pretty upset that the top rack won’t stay in and out of her way.
I also have flat buttons on the outside. She has to push them and hold them in hard, or I just light them up, pretending they are in all the way. The best part is if she pushes them, sees them lit, and quickly leaves. I make a few noises so she thinks I’m running, and then quit. Then if she notices, I say if, because her nose is always on the iPad, she’ll come out and restart me.
I have such fun with this. What else can a dishwasher do? It’s boring here in her kitchen!
https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2017/07/20/tale-weaver-129-around-the-house-20-07-17/
DETERMINATION
Written by my sister.♡
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> Deciding who we are
> Eliminates alternatives
> That tempt, confuse, mislead.
> Each person is unique,
> Resplendent in themselves,
> Miraculous, mysterious.
> Inside our minds and heart are dreams
> No other soul can share.
> Accept the gifts we’re given, for
> They stay with us forever
> In love, in joy, in grief,
> One clear determined purpose keeps us sane and
> Never leaves us wondering who we are.
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CCC#36 – The Ride
“Everything looks very bright and polished, Evan. You take such wonderful care of your hobby.” Jane looked around this part of the boat a bit longer and then went out to the deck. The sea air rejuvenating and the linen dress was clinging to her from the sprays of sea mist.
Evan came close to her side, reveling in his expectations of their ride on the waves. Noticing the thin dress revealed Jane’s chill, he put a purposeful arm around her shoulders. “Come, my dear, let us retire to the warmth of my cabin.”
Jane knew this first voyage would be rewarding.
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https://crimsonprose.wordpress.com/2019/07/17/crimsons-creative-challenge-36/
Three Line Tales, Week 181
In Other Words
The Buick
Well I see you’ve finally done it!
Yes, I have, my dear. I really couldn’t resist, she’s such a beauty!
A beauty maybe, but it doesn’t run, and you spent a lot having it towed here.
I think it only needs a battery, and small engine repairs. Remember when we’d cruise down to the lake, make love in the moonlight?
Why always do you talk about the past? Aren’t you happy with yourself now? It’s supposed to be the time of our lives.
Oh, June, dear, I can sit in this beauty once again and relive those memories of us together on those moonlit nights, don’t you remember?
June? My name is Betty!
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https://cyranny.com/2019/07/18/yourself-word-of-the-day-challenge/#like-48814
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