Crimson’s Creative Challenge #3

The brothers moseyed down the aisle and sat across from this post to get a better look at it. “I didn’t think he looked that bad, did you?”

“Nope, but I wasn’t the one carving it either.”

Joe shifted around in his seat to stare at it. “God, he looks pretty tired.”

“Well he is dead.” Jack pushed himself up and walked to another pew to sit. Joe took one last gander at his deceased friend, James, and joined his brother.

“I’m glad we never donated much to this church. We’d be a fine sight to see!” The two men shared a quiet chuckle as the minister reached the pulpit.

“Good day everyone! I hope you all noticed the carving of James, one of our most generous parishioners.”

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The Haunted Wordsmith – Page 7, Line 5

“The Martian” by Andy Weir

“I had no way to talk to Hermes. In time I could locate the dish” but it would take a lot of luck and perseverance. My brother Hermes was not coming, and probably had no idea where it was anyway. Thanksgiving without my mother’s favorite turkey platter was out of the question. Since her memory was fading quickly, I had to search the attic for her holiday dishes. She was adamant my dad had stored it there last year.

Mom was becoming more and more determined about a lot of things. Realizing her memory loss would increase just exacerbated her determination to have traditional holidays continue. Alzheimer’s disease is a cruel devil, causing everyone to hold on to what was.

After a fruitful search, I also found the gravy boat that matched the platter. Mom’s eyes lit up as she took it in her hands. Smiling lovingly at the china, she remarked how dad presented this to her on their first holiday together.

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Word of the Day: Dismal

Image: DeviantArt

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His world was black clouds, no sunshine

He stayed away from all that’s fine

Cooped up on his cardboard lair

Underneath the corporate stair

Move along they said, no sleeping here

Not realizing moving caused him fear

Most suits would give a pass

Some would stop to fill his glass

His homelessness served offense

Some understood, some stayed dense

I think this problem will increase

Government continues to fleece

Using funds to build a wall

Separating “us” from all

Persons who are in desperate need

With innocent children to feed

This future not only dismal

This lack of love is abysmal.

Dismal – Word of the Day Challenge

FOWC – Leave

What tale should I weave

When asked why you chose to leave

Should I lie and say I sent

You off for not receiving rent

Or should I tell the truth

About your style, so uncouth

Clothing always tossed aside

Seems like you have no pride

Think you’d at least wash your hair

Walking around comfortably bare

In truth I tried to love you dear

But shut the door with just one tear

We did not fit each other’s needs–

Internet dating?

Warnings there you should heed.

FOWC with Fandango — Leave

Caffeine or decaf?

What do you know about decaf coffee? How is it made? My inquiring mind wanted to know.

The first article wrote about the use of two toxic chemicals used – yikes:

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Different processes are explained here:

https://www.scientificamerican.com/article/how-is-caffeine-removed-t/

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You might want to reconsider your choice.

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