The static scientist was curious about what she saw. It appeared suddenly while she was examining the large box. When she laid her hands on the box, her computer suddenly sprang to life and she saw the blurred image. She recoiled at first and then her medical mind took over. “Well, hello there, what can you tell me?”
Now this is a weird Prompt, but here goes. Unfortunately I was reading a city brochure at the time! 😂I was reading information from the city transportation program and the 6,7, and 8th words are underlined:
Could utilize an authorization for a new vehicle, you know the ones for people in wheelchairs? There are a couple in the parking lot. I’ve seen one guy roll up a ramp into his very nice van and then it slides him into the driver’s seat. I stopped on the sidewalk, admiring his prowess as a fully functional driver with this van. He saw me looking and said, “It’s your taxes at work”. He has Veteran plates and I thought, that is great. That’s the way to pay back.
http://lindaghill.com/2018/01/12/the-friday-reminder-for-socs-jusjojan-daily-prompt-jan-13th-2018/
I doubt if there are many bloggers here on WP that have been immune to the horrors in our White House. Yesterday certainly evoked shame, embarrassment and shock. I say shock because even though I hear most of his absolute racist, stupid, insulting comments one way or another, it is a continual shockwave to my system that such an individual resides in the esteemed mansion.
He knew of her beauty
Familiar with every curve
He could feel the softness
He moved his hand as if she were there by him
He could smell her scent, flowery and strong
Hearing her voice, murmuring,
It all came back to him in a rush.
He imagined her hair, soft around her neck
He reached out as if to touch the curling tresses
The sheets, shining and slippery he knew well
Her body next to his, her lips on his neck
He felt the sensation, it was real again.
The man shook his head, trying to clear his mind. The dark glasses fell to the ground. He kneeled down, spreading his hands on the floor to find the opaque glasses that hid his blindness.
https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2018/01/11/tale-weaver-154-january-11th-beauty/
Every evening around six
Especially in winter
When darkness comes quick
He sits there so silent
Just watching and sees
Observing from the safety of trees
He’s not really mean
Doesn’t get distressed
Just watches from there
Every person’s mess
He sometimes chuckles
Only silent ones
Just to himself
After evil’s been done
He wonders if they’ll ever learn
When they’ll try to discern
That their actions of evil
Don’t cause change, they just churn
Causing discord and hatred that burns
He sits up high away from it all
Observing we humans
With our minds so small.
He thought it was just spilled wet ink he felt. He thought he had committed the perfect murder. He thought it looked like she fell on her own letter opener. He thought leaving her body slumped on the desk would be believable. He thought he was through with her finally and forever.
He didn’t think she already informed her brother of the meeting. He didn’t think she was expecting a volatile argument. He didn’t think she would set up a video camera. He didn’t think it was not wet ink, but blood. He didn’t think she was still breathing.
http://carrotranch.com/2018/01/12/january-11-flash-fiction-challenge/
Good one, perfectly fitting for my day. Doctors! I tried to find some one liners or a good joke about doctors but they were either very bad or very old. I wasn’t in a joking mood after talking to an appointment setter this morning. Apparently either she didn’t tell the doctor what I needed or he didn’t listen. It was just, come in to see me in two weeks. Don’t doctors call their patients any more? Is the whole system bad or just a few individuals? Are computers responsible so when they’re supposed to be listening when they ask you a question do they automatically type it and not read or comprehend it? I don’t know, but it is very aggravating.
http://lindaghill.com/2018/01/12/jusjojan-2018-the-12th-aggravate/
The absolutely lovely Catherine @ cyranny.wordpress.com nominated me for this award and I’m grateful for her faith in me. I have followed her for a while and even though she doesn’t reside there, she lives and breathes Denmark. She actually lives in Freezingland otherwise known as Western Denmark in her Cyranny’s Cove. Drop by and read her lovely poetry, stories and see her eight moments.
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Here are the rules for the award originated by okotoenigmasblog.com
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Here are Cyranny’s questions for her nominees:
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1. I really have no idea, but as I write parts of my story on the blog I think to myself, I’ve had a great life, and it isn’t over yet!
2. The company of course, and I’m sure it would be me that would irritate them!
3. Maybe the day I married. (Without the Vermont July heat and humidity, and without the long sleeved, full length dress), but to experience that innocent hope for the future again would be nice. Years pass and we lose that I think.
4. I’ve spent enough time here, I would travel abroad.
5. You already do it. Just be yourself.
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Three things about myself. . .you probably know me well already, and I am thankful for the life I have.
1. I love humor.
2. My family is number one.
3. I’m a two time cancer survivor.
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I don’t like this part, and I have to bend the rules. If I read your blog I’ll let you know by liking and commenting. If I listed you all, it would take a lot of pages and I don’t want to leave anyone out. If you see my icon, you know I like to read your writing, admire your art, or enjoy your photographs. Thank you all!
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My posts vary a LOT! I rant, try to be funny most times, try my hand at Challenges and enjoy every bit of it. Except when the Editor is acting up, but we all share that problem and overall, this community is a great one. Thanks, Cyranny!
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I hoped it was new
Snow gleaming, chill winds blowing
But it’s just a day
Since I already dug into my past with a different comment, I’ll follow up with a time when I felt humiliated in public, at a relative’s wedding reception. I married into a family of tiny, well educated women, the total opposite of myself. This is confession day for me, so bear with me. Or delete, up to you.
I had “ballooned” I think was the term, up to 155 pounds, even though I exercised every day, belonged to a gym, etc. I was in shape, but not slim. I went on a crash type diet, losing 30 pounds. I did this after experiencing my mother’s death of a heart attack. I saw relatives at the wedding after a few weeks absence. The humiliation came when my in-law aunt came up and loudly proclaimed, “we have our old Cheryl back!” Huh?
I never left, I was always there, being the best wife and mother I could be, working in and outside the home, juggling life. Back? I must have turned three shades of red, and it was of course, part anger. Words can be used as weapons.
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