It was a dismal rainy day and Cheri thought about her destiny. She had been designing through the night and the cloudy day was not a good omen. Samples of a few dresses and accessories were shown to a store owner, but that woman seemed to despise Cheri. She thought about trying to find the woman’s competitor, and offering her designs. Both store managers turned Cheri down. “I guess designing clothes is not my destiny after all.”
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Three Things Challenge #MM150
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feeling powerless
lose needed abilities
the driving hindrance
dependency on others
power loss bedeviling
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choices
troubling times
loud voice in objections
signs of turbulence seen written
protest
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Cinquain Poetry Prompt 13: CHOICES is your inspiration.
Yesterday was one of those days-granddaughter 19th birthday but today she’s leaving for college🥴Emotional times.
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One-Liner Wednesday – Sounds like the start of a Dickens novel
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Share your World: 11th August
He never thought his theft from the museum would be a big deal. It was just a set of perfume bottles his mother admired. The perfumes were pure, but taking them up from their placed display, an exposed smell began to waft around him. Just a moment in time he was suddenly the center of attention, and the guards were called. He was taken away immediately.
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You should have heard Bob McGill talk
When comes to boast, doesn’t balk
His life is supreme
Rides on a sunbeam
If only I had a big rock!
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Laughing Along With A Limerick
I’m really an intelligent guy
Always want to know why
Ask questions a lot, talkative sot
Friends call me a blabber
Or a jibber jabber
I just like to speak
But there can be havoc I wreak
When I’m talking with too much cheek.
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Quadrille #229 – Shall We Jabber On?
“It wasn’t me honest, I didn’t even see it.”
“What?”
“This donut? Is that what you’re talking about?”
“Well, you see dad was making breakfast and he happened to drop the box of donuts.”
“While he was rounding them up for the kids, this one just rolled over to the couch and under the cushions”.
“I know, weird, huh? I don’t suppose you need this one, because it was the thirteenth in the baker’s dozen…uh…”. Puts his head down on his paws and looks up sincerely, pleadingly…
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donuts will roll like a wheel with a hole
careful paw hides what is seen
under cushions sneaked meal
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*cute picture I had to write a story too, but this might be a kimo poem
Monday Poetry Prompt: Under the Cushions
The Bag Lady 
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