She steps softly, looking this way and that, surveying, watching for enemies who might usurp the prize. Spotted, squatted, taunted, toyed, tromped, then tasted.
It had been three days since she’d eaten.
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Time to Write
Visitors, visitors, I felt like the rabbit in Alice and Wonderland–I’m late…I’m late, no time to say hello goodby, I’m late…..scurrying around getting ready, checking everything is in its place, dust wiped, floors mopped, food they like all prepared and ready, kitchen and bathroom immaculate, every corner checked, every napkin folded, every setting complete, sparkling glasses, every condiment housed in its proper place, and then…
The waiting. Afraid to go out, start a new writing, get the mail, or pay the rent because I need to be here, at the ready, appearing as a person who receives visitors all the time so I’m used to it, but.
I can’t help pushing drapes aside, rechecking the door to make sure it’s unlocked, rechecking every detail.
I haven’t heard, are they coming or not? Should I start cooking the potatoes? I don’t want them to get mushy, salad made, I can’t do anything more until they arrive.
Preparation for rare visitors you haven’t seen for ten years is not my cup of tea. Oh! I should make tea, or coffee? And I thought I was prepared!
SoCS 7-21-18
Organ, well that’s a new one!😂 Since I’m missing a few, I figure I might spare you the details of such adventures and concentrate on the one I consider best. Almost two years ago I turned seventy, and it was a huge milestone for me because my mom died of a heart attack at that age, on July 31, 1976. I thought if I flew in to help her she would be okay. She was not. I then decided I would be very careful in taking care of that organ so I would be able to do what she could not, see my grandchildren grow up.
That all said and cried about, I have something heartening to say. Affairs of the heart, the heartwarming, or disheartening events may happen, but if you reach out, find love and give it away to others, close or even unknown, your heart grows stronger every time. 💙💜💚
Have a great weekend, grow that heart?
http://lindaghill.com/2018/07/20/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-july-21-18/
Putting My Feet in the Dirt 20
You look ridiculous she said with a scowl
You’re wearing nothing that produces meows
The party invite said felines only
You wouldn’t want to be sitting lonely
In a corner wearing that
How about a kitten eared hat?
Or adding a long fluffy tail?
Right now you look like a large Airedale
It said catawampus creatures
Were the expected costuming
I guess you were assuming
Dogs and cats are the same
Well I’ll not be to blame
Drive yourself, I’ll show up alone
Either that or just stay home.
🙀🙀🙀
2018/07/01/July-writing-prompts/
MLMM First Line Friday 7-20-18
The wedding loomed closer and all Tay could do was think of storm clouds. Her mother had picked the date, the venue, the music, the flowers and the menu. Now if she could just pick the weather, Tay would be okay with the rest, as if she had a choice!
Tay lived where the choices of young women mattered not. Her parents made all the decisions, and especially picking the groom. Her whole life was at her parents’ bidding–their choice of schools, education and friends. Now their time was done and Tay’s husband would decide for her. Growing up in this atmosphere she was at first rebellious, but then relinquished, thinking it was in her best interests to go along.
As the days grew closer to the big event, Tay had renewed a few secret contacts at university. All hidden of course from her family, but she felt there was no other way. One friend had kept Tay’s backpack at the ready, prepared with essentials for her escape. Travel arrangements under a different name were made by her other friends, acquaintances unknown by her parents.
Before the ceremony Tay would feign feeling ill and retreat to an anteroom in the temple. There she would don casual clothes and a small disguise. She would leave it all, the gown, the groom, her parents and family. It would finally be time for her to be who she wanted to be.
https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2018/07/20/first-line-friday-july-20th-2018/
FFfAW Challenge #174
I thought she turned down this street but I do not see her anywhere! Could she have sneaked into a doorway knowing I was following? I mean no harm, I have never seen a beauty like her before. Her auburn wavy hair, her big brown expressive eyes. Her head held high and proud, searching for something or someone? I imagine she already has loved ones surrounding her, but if not, could I possibly be the one to love and hold her? I really need the companionship.
He gave up looking any further, disappointed, muttering, “I’ve always wanted an Irish Setter.”
🐾🐾
https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2018/07/16/fffaw-challenge-174th/
Ragtagcommunity Prompt: Gold
It’s not gold she insisted.
See how it’s listed,
I know you think you’re very aware
But if you really look and compare
You’ll see it’s nothing but imitation
As for gold, there’s no relation!
💍💍💍
My dear, what do you expect of me?
I’m not a jeweler, I just trim trees
The man in the shop took one look at me
Decided I could afford no high fee
He was nice and said you would love it
Sadly I see you think you’re above it.
I guess it was only a matter of time
To see you’re not worth even a dime.
💔💔💔
https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2018/07/20/rdp-50-gold/
Wishin’ and Hopin’
Please keep your fingers and toes and anything else crossed for good news today! Someone I love dearly needs it!
As I listened to this today, I realized just how sexist it is…T would love it!😳🤠😎😂The next thing that hit me was that at my age of 18 when this came out, I truly believed those words.
Word Of The Day: Mirth
I’ve always liked this word because it means so much to me. No matter what is going on in life this feeling is not only important but necessary.
Problems occur sometimes on a daily basis. If you look at them with a sense of humor, no matter the situation, it helps, at least it helps me. Of course there are times it’s hard to see anything worthwhile in a situation.
It’s rewarding to see mirth spread onto someone’s face and body. The strain, the stiffness of the shoulders, all melts away, if only for a few minutes.
Three Line Tales #129
How may I help you, Madame?
I’m not a Madame.
How may I help you, Miss?
I’m not a Miss.
How may I help you, Ms?
I’m not a Ms.
May I help you mon Cheri?
I’m not your sweetheart.
May I help you, mother?
I’m not your mother!
I would like to help you if I can, dear.
I’m not your dear either!
I see we have a communication problem. May I just open the laptop for you. . .person?
Finally, if you have to address me, it’s Mrs. Jones!
I’m terribly sorry, Mrs. Jones, but my battery is dead.
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