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“Which one should I wear”, holding the multicolored bow tie in one hand and the shimmering blue in the other. Joe was getting dressed for the Christmas concert and wearing the proper tuxedo coat and pants, but couldn’t make up his mind about the tie.

Usually not nervous about the orchestra’s performance–he always practiced well; tonight was a bit different. His new girlfriend would be in the front row observing him.

Joe fumbled with the bow tie and glanced in the mirror, luckily no zits this night. Rushing out, he forgot to change from his sneakers to dress shoes.

http://carrotranch.com/2017/12/07/december-7-flash-fiction-challenge/

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Goodbyes not spoken

Grief promises a meeting

I will search for you

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2017/12/06/heeding-haiku-with-chevrefeuille-december-6th-2017-everlasting-love/

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I was a lucky child to have both sets of grandparents living with us. I use lucky as a relevant term applied from a child’s point of view. The toll of caring for them in illness purposed on my mother was great, but I think generally we all were grateful having them close.

My sister and I had great respect for our grandparents; however, we were sometimes mischievous in our actions. The attic in our old farmhouse was huge, covering the attached apartment where my dad’s parents lived. We played in the attic probably every day. It was filled with everything to enhance a child’s imagination.One day we were moving things around and discovered a tiny hole in the attic floor, revealing our grandparents’ kitchen below. Being the “adventurous” girls we were, we decided to play a trick on them. We made a spider out of something and attached a long string. When Grammie walked into the kitchen we suddenly dropped the spider through the hole, in front of her. The rational thoughts of scaring an old, feeble woman to cause harm, never occurred to us as we lay there on the attic floor laughing.

The laughing stopped as we were discovered by our mother.

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**I tried to find a spider drawing to add above, but since I have a phobia about spiders, I couldn’t spend a lot of time looking for the right one. The less frightening emojis will have to do.

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2017/12/07/tale-weaver-149-7th-december-grandparents/

“Not much of a lock” Harry said as he appraised the doors, “I think we could get in there, no problem.” Harry and Joe needed a place where they wouldn’t be observed. This abandoned church would be perfect. No one would be looking for teenagers there.

The two boys ran back home to get their dad’s bolt cutters. Fifteen minutes later they stepped inside the old church doors. Trash and old rotted pews met their gaze as they shoved some wooden pieces together for a seat.

Harry reached in his back pocket, pulled out the reefer, and lit up.

Three Line Tales, Week 97

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/gorge/

Marcie had walked this path before, but this time a feeling of danger overcame her. The usually light brown trunks had paled to an eerie gray. She didn’t remember the branches and knots having weird human characteristics before. She traveled this road many times visiting her grandmother. Marcie had always ignored the rumors of her grandmother’s past, never noticing anything unusual.

The feeling of foreboding increased as she continued on her way. She noticed tree branches seemed to try to encircle her. She hurried on, almost running. When she arrived, she found her grandmother had passed away, minutes before.

https://bikurgurl.com/2017/12/06/100-word-wednesday-week-48/

‘Tis the season

You know the reason

But tell me this

Most babies on cards

I have to resist

The reason being

All I’m seeing

Are white little babes

When in those days

In the Bethlehem region

Were no white skinned Norwegians

And then, being contrary

Brown skins were varied

So where are those statues, pictures and cards

I just see babes with light hair by the yard?

I know I sometimes appear to be dense

But what is the deal, it makes no sense!

This is my opinion, certainly not saintly.

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/saintly/

An incident started in the forgettery. Everyone was horrified by the decapitation of the squirrel in the outer yard.  When the demagogue of the group tried to lend some calm to the situation, even he couldn’t stop the hell Martha created.

The squirrel’s demise occurred in the external premises of the garden, emitting a  disagreeable effect in a usually calm atmosphere.

It was the month of June, flowers in abundance, everything was relaxed.  Then a loud pop and the facility’s pet, Martha the cat, flung the squirrel’s head over the mesh fenced enclosure straight into the garden and in view of the occupants.

I doubt anyone will be forgetting that anytime soon.

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2017/12/04/wordle-181/

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