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A favorite of mine, great for a Monday–“Hope Floats”–because it does.

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Whack! The butcher brought down the cleaver to macerate the roast enabling tenderness in the dish. Then a jagged rake to soften the tendons into a gleimous mass to be stewed for broth. Being rather obtuse in the matter of degustation, he joined the beefy ingredients into a large heavy pot to brew for the chefs’ approval.

The head chef did not take part in the butchering, preferring the “outfront” ballyhoo the restaurant provided him. He concentrated more on the preparation of the serving as a whole, hoping to increase traffic to his place of business with a well designed plate. He palavered the souschefs to contend with the basics, as over the years, he found the butchering nauseating.

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I apologize in advance.🙄

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Dreams of Paris, Venice, even Roma

Invade my thoughts in brilliant chroma

Not a result of using soma

But a hammer, causing coma.

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FOWC with Fandango — Coma

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I hear your rant.

My words cannot spin it to bring you peace.

I bow under the cloud of darkness overtaking you.

My heart surges forth but cannot break through.

You must burn this page and write another.

Weekly Writing Challenge #169

Thank you for another intriguing art piece, Kira:

Reach

Rise up

Feel able

You have the strength

You are capable of love and success

Believe in yourself and it will happen

Wounds will be healed

Love will come

Tears dried

Peace.

Kira’s Sunday Scribbles – Word of the Day Challenge

Under the covers

Let’s hide in the warm blackness

Huddle together

We are safe in this small world

Our little oblivion

Oblivion – Word of the Day Challenge

I said to Harry, better watch out

You know what happens after a drought

Did he listen, figure it right?

You know Harry, not too bright.

I said to him, Harry, we need a boat

When the rains come, we’ll be able to float

But you know Harry, way too lazy

Told me he thought I was crazy.

I said, Harry go get some wood

Build a boat, I think we should

Of course Harry went back to bed

It was left to me to go to the shed

I said Harry we need nails and a hammer

Harry from the bed yelled, stop your yammer

Then as I was building, the rain kept acomin

On the old tin roof increasingly drummin

I worked as hard and fast as I could,

Shaping a boat with the old wood

I said Harry, you’d better hurry

Even the shed rats are starting to scurry

Old Harry never got out of bed

I finished the boat and left the shed

I said Harry, you need to come quick

The water’s afloodin, clouds are thick

As usual, my voice he ignored

So I left him there in the flooded fjord.

🌊🌊🌊

FOWC with Fandango — Flood

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“My god, is that rap music again? I detest that blather! Can’t a person walk into a store in a shopping mall without hearing that monotone blabbering all the time?” Miss Quaintly was one of the older generation to put it mildly. She was ninety-six and everyone was counting. Every person she knew, at least the few that remained out of obligation, were counting the days. They started counting years after ninety, but Miss Quaintly was referred to as a tough old bird.

“Henry, fetch me a cup of tea, I’m already feeling weary.” The old woman sank into the wrought iron chair outside a tea shop/cafe. The stop for tea would mark one of many stops along the mall walkway. She was getting slower every day, but not slow enough that she refused to let others do her Christmas shopping. “Good god, can’t they provide a better chair than these hard ones?” She let her cane rest on the bar separating the cafe tables and the moving crowd.

“People, more than you can count, always hurrying. What are they running to? Gone are the days of small street shops where you could browse unique items for gifting. Now it’s all lights, horrid music blasting in my ears and the prices!” Thankfully Henry brought the tea and she paused her complaining. Henry was her most recent family companion. The reluctant boy turned his gaze to the ground. It was his turn, he thought to himself, his turn to be the one. Every brother had done it and now it was his turn to be at Miss Quaintly’s beck and call. He was imagining how he wished he was hanging out with his friends here in this mall, just having fun, when her voice rang shrill again.

“Henry! Where in god’s name are you? You look like you’ve lost your last penny!”

Henry straightened himself up and looked at the wrinkled face. He was surprised to see a concerned look on her face, actually softer than usual. He wondered if she really did care for him. “I’m okay, grandmother, no worries.” He picked up the cane, handed it to her and managed a practiced smile.

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Grampa, what is imagination?

It’s when your train doesn’t stop at just one station.

You mean like traveling beyond your stop?

Or choosing another train to hop.

I don’t think I understand?

Let me take your hand.

See that forest over there?

Yes, but I’ve been told “beware”.

Beware of what? A new adventure? What do you imagine there?

I think it may be wild and scary, no place for me to tarry.

See? Already, imagination you are using.

What? This is so confusing.

Your mind really does not know what lies in those trees so far away, but let us think on it today.

Look at them, then close your eyes. What do you see?

I see leaves and animals, mossy plants on the forest floor.

Imagination lets you see. Opens your mind to show you more.

We will board this train again, and you’ll decide where to begin.

Imagination – Word of the Day Challenge