The class sat stunned as the head chef clamped his hand around the potato masher. “You call this mashed? Supposed to be creamy? Look at this clump!” He shook his head and dismissed the surprised students. “Potatoes 101 is cancelled!”
Deciding on baby names when their infant was still small enough to be in a nest cradle, seemed to cause a battle between the parents. The sweet illusion of mom and dad choosing a name stirred a flash of secreted tensions. On the fringe of a heated argument, which shown a glimpse of future troubles, the parents decided to shed their incensed scales, and churn their outer skins into a milder vision. They decided even dragon parents should show reassuring actions in the presence of their offspring.
A green lagoon but dampness caused Jill’s throat to choke up. Why bring me here, she thought, but walked obediently behind Arthur who was stepping carefully in the shallow water. Arthur was thinking, a perfect place for an “accident”, as he searched for the deadly banded sea krait.
Back away, bar tenders, I’m talking about a shot in the arm, a boost to our creativity! I know I need one and maybe our fellow bloggers need one too. And maybe the bloggers who provide prompts for all of us need a big THANK YOU and a shot of appreciation to keep finding ideas and hosting! So here I am, just one of hundreds, but I’m sure many people feel the same way. It’s summer here in the states, so people are busy outside and probably have kids home from school…it’s winter down below so probably busy out shoveling? Please take a moment to say thanks, and yes! We appreciate you!
Okay I’ll admit it, I think I’ve lost a few chips on the way, but I’m still here! Take this date for instance, 7-19, happens to be the “best used before” date on a half gallon of milk. It’s unopened because I was waiting for some help navigating a large boiling pot of macaroni. I haven’t had any, and that’s why the milk is still there. I intended to make an old Vermont favorite, Mac and cheese. I had purchased the sharp white cheese and it too is sitting in the fridge unopened. Why am I telling you this? Because my brain chips are revolting and I had the date wrong on a granddaughter visit. Since I live by myself, I’ve decided to freeze the cheese and the milk? I hate milk so probably will end up down the drain. I’ve always been a plan ahead person, organized, etc but I think the memory chips are fading. Or maybe they left to boost someone else’s memory…probably a Trump follower…oh the pain!
Sunday Photo Fiction – I Was Hoping for the Smithsonian!
“Okay, take a good, long, hard look. See what happens when you decide to explore other worlds, go “to infinity and beyond”, “explore strange new worlds, to seek out new life and new civilizations, to boldly go where no man has gone before”?
“All right, I’m not exactly a man in the human sense, but you get my drift. Checking out “a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away” may seem a great adventure at the time, but believe me, it’s not all it’s cracked up to be. Take me for instance. There I was a young Chlorom from my home planet of Chloromentas in one of those bright pea green galaxies you’ve never seen, yet, anyway, wandering around trying to decide what my future would hold.
We watch TV too you know, I had seen all of those space shows, starting way back, a few centuries before Earth was even a twinkle in the Milky Way’s eye. My friends and I thought, what the heck, we’ll just jump out of orbit and explore!
To make a long story short for you Earthling…I know that’s your preferred style…they thought it would be a great joke on me to zip off and leave me stranded. Even in New York City or the Trump Whitehouse, I couldn’t hide for long.
I ended up here. Unfortunately for us Chlorons, our head outlives our body by centuries, so I’m stuck here on display. Not a historical, scientific artifact per se, but to be ridiculed daily by the likes of you, in the “Ripley’s Believe it or Not” museum!
The game Tombola started late which was a godsend for Paul and Jim. The climb up to the game hut was arduous but Jim didn’t gag on his water bottle often. The camping trip was no thriller, but fussy Jim made a good effort to enjoy it. Being a Scorpio, was passionate and loyal to lover Paul.
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