Not caring and thinking she had nothing to lose, she left the lock on the door opened, and made a call to her lover. She spoke with such fervor, the cel was singed. She decided her wanton needs outweighed her fear of death, opted to sell the mask that protected her from the spreading stroke of a virus and fly to the man she craved.
https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2020/04/26/wordle-453/#like-2348
“Stupid is as stupid does” – FG
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One of the worst questions you never want to hear: may I be candid? Hell no! 😄I can look in the mirror anytime if I want to see the real me, so the answer is no thank you! It’s as bad as asking if I like your new hair dye. If I did, I would have said so. Never ask the old, do I look fat in this, or, did you notice my hair is turning grey or what did you think of my new book, or did you like my new recipe? Face it, you can tell by their look or actions, you don’t need to have it spelled out. Well of course unless you’re Trump. . .I don’t think even that would help.
Soft and silky was the way, she thought. A satiny sky blue, possibly with lavender thread? Anything to brighten her face and take advantage of her beautiful blue eyes that attracted him. It was their third meeting and the adage, third time is the charm ran through her mind. A sly smile brushed across her lips as she gathered the fabric. The pattern was well worn but being an excellent seamstress, she was very familiar with the cuts.
Spreading the cloth on the table, she couldn’t help herself from smoothing it with a loving touch. She blushed as she envisioned how his hands would feel as he also relished the feel of it. Every bit of planning was complete except for the final sewing. It would be an evening to remember.
https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2020/04/25/weekend-writing-prompt-154-fabric/
Valiant is my choice. Remember Prince Valiant?
https://lindaghill.com/2020/04/24/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-april-25-2020/
The noise of pleasure was an expressed delight as she tagged him in their private game of “catch me if you can”.
https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2020/04/24/three-things-challenge-215/#like-51264
https://fivedotoh.com/2020/04/24/fowc-with-fandango-express/#like-42331
https://cyranny.com/2020/04/24/tagged-word-of-the-day-challenge/#like-52764
First, check your ego at the door.
Second, feet planted on the floor.
Third, face the computer upright.
Fourth, prepare yourself to fight.
Fifth, turn on the juice.
Sixth, try to keep it loose.
Seventh, start to type.
Eighth, make it rhyme.
Ninth, engage the brain.
Tenth, erase, begin again.
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Was that a knock? I had been fighting with my WordPress blog post all morning. I decided to take a break and settle back in my overstuffed wingback chair and enjoy a cup of herbal tea. I just sat back, started to relax, stopped thinking whether it was me, the iPad or WP itself. Everything jumped around and then a blank screen. Oh well, the tea worked great! I felt my muscles let go. . .
I must have drifted off, for what sounded like a knock woke me up. The light in the room had disappeared, but there was light coming from the opened door on the other side of the room. I looked around. Was this even my room? My home? I was floating; where was the chair I was sitting in?
My questions went unanswered as I seemed to mindlessly gravitate to the lighted door opening. I started panicking. Then I was pulled towards the door. That was scary!
Another sound brought me back to reality when I dropped my tea cup and it shattered on the wooden floor. It seemed I had returned to my own living room, my own favorite chair. I leaned down to clean the mess of the broken cup, and noticed the tea bag just laying there, and looked closely. I had bought the wrong mint tea!
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===the fighting with WP is true🙄🤯
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