The Bag Lady

Anne of Gruesome Gables poured tea, and now was steadying her hand to cut the cake. The knife was not large enough to dispose of her frowning relatives quickly. It was tempting, while pouring the boiling hot tea, trying not to scald them.

The party guests deserved whatever they got, and might this be the perfect timing, her mother’s birthday? Mary’s hand braced, although her instincts were to dispose of the women, once and for all. She glanced at their always disapproving faces, while horrid childhood memories flooded.

Maybe I’ll celebrate at Christmas–New Year’s would be appropriate, she thought, smiling.

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I thought as I looked, it must be a dream

As my safe existence seemed to burst at the seam

I hate to admit I muffled a scream

As the object observed gave me a chill

A spider or similar travelling at will

On my carpet near my bedding, I felt ill!

My sanctuary, my respite, so invaded

By an ugly creature I always hated

How close my vacuum, I debated?

I’d never touch such a horrid thing

How to dispose of it, wonder can it sting?

Can’t touch it or else I’d give it a fling

Odd shaped for a spider, not sure if it was two

Large enough, maybe having a screw

Whatever, still see it, my mind askew

I have a thing about spiders and crawlies

Oh you can write of your friendly follies

But I have a phobia, so laugh, get your jollies

While I’m praying the horror doesn’t move

While I sneak out to the other room

And retrieve my murdering electric broom

Aha I think, with a thank you to the vacuum I love

No need for an antiseptic glove

It worked, sucked it/them to the great above.

A new problem now, in the vacuum sealed with tape

I taped up the holes so they wouldn’t escape

Now it’s sitting there under trash bag drape

I hoped all night sealed in would be their demise

Now wondering if that was very wise

Need to empty the vac, and hope my eyes

Don’t get a wiggling surprise

Just spiders you say, I hear the chuckle

But my fear of them causes knees to buckle

To me, one seen, means there might be a muckle!

Guess I’ll have to do it, bare knuckle.

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Seam – Word of the Day Challenge

From the mysterious and ever curious mind of Rory, his Prompt came to me by Cyranny over at her cove, http://cyranny.com/and thank you, C for including me! The subject for quotes is inner beauty, which I think can be seen in a person’s eyes. A window to their soul perhaps? It’s the first thing I notice about a person.

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William Shakespeare once said “The Eyes are the window to your soul”

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His morning ritual always the same

Drinking tea, a snack, while watching the game

Then after lunch to the shop he would walk

A luscious flower bouquet’s what he sought

Every day ”twas a gift for his wife

To ease her sad current mental strife

Each time she reminded him with “oh my dear

Such extravagance will have us in arrears!”

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Luscious – Word of the Day Challenge

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FOWC with Fandango — Arrears

Another day, coming home from that interminable job causing unending despair and nothing to look forward to. It was just another day he thought, wondering why he should try so hard. Did anyone care, really?

No smiling “hello, happy you’re home” greeting him at his doorway. He only had one friend.

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Rory’s Spin the Yarn 2- Who Said it First?

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The game is up Joe thought as he feverishly packed his bag for the next flight out. He successfully retrieved the map scrolls from Zanzibar, and dumped his revolver in an old sewer drain. He was being followed and had to leave Marguerite at the airport terminal, making an excuse to use the bathroom. She seemed totally unaware of his plot to grab the maps and leave her behind. She unknowingly made the trip a success. It would be dangerous for her to accompany him back to Washington and his ruse might be found out. This way he could simply say there was a mixup and then after a few more dates, let her down easy.

Joe boarded the plane and settled in for his trip back to DC. He was just ordering a bourbon, neat when he heard a familiar voice.”So there you are! We must have gotten our tickets mixed up. I was almost boarding a different plane when they asked if I wanted to join my companion on his flight since there were extra seats available.”

Joe was flabbergasted. All of his spy training hadn’t prepared him for this event. He didn’t appear as smooth to Marguerite as he usually did. She was surprised he seemed flustered.

M sat down next to him and started chatting nonstop about how their plans had gotten mixed up somehow, but it really didn’t matter since they were together now and everything seemed fine and they were going back home again, right Joe?

Joe was speechless, but asked for another drink, thinking, yes, he could pretend all was fine, sure he could. He mustered up his actuary persona and pretended to really listen to Marguerite.

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I thought it unrealistic, his contacting me again. His approach a bit wonky, but I think I was ready to give in to the fact we were always going to be friends, at least some sort of friends. It was only a ripple in time. I tapped the return icon and found myself saying yes to a dinner party invitation.

I chose the lovely green satin to compliment my eyes; my disposition was cheery on the outside, trying to appear nonplussed, but then I saw him. How could I resist that crisp white shirt, the piercing blue eyes, the scruff that had since turned grey? He was never that polished looking, even on occasions like this. I tried looking away to some other person in the crowd, but his magnetism was too great. Somewhere a bell sounded and everyone took their seats.

Suddenly he was behind me pulling out my chair and I seemed to stop breathing. As he settled beside me, I marveled at what fate had sat him next to me? My metanoia vanished, I was completely within his power once more. I glanced sideways to find his blue eyes burning into mine. It was an unspoken signal, he was back. I am sure I blushed openly, and there it was, that smile, that “I know I have you” smile, on his face. I felt hot, too hot, and I backed up my chair to leave the room. Fumbling with my tiny bag, I retrieved my handkerchief to dab at my cheeks.

My rising was so abrupt I knocked my chair to the floor. Of course he quickly righted it and mumbled an apology as I left for the balcony door. I was catching my breath, taking in the coolness of the evening air when he touched my arm. “Are you all right?”

It seemed sincere, I wanted to believe it. The entire idea of coming here was to see him again. Shouldn’t I have expected this? I turned to face him. He kissed me, and once again I was there, falling under his spell. As he held me tighter still, I melted into him, as I always had before. It was only my subconscious thinking how long it would be before he’d leave me again, used and ashamed that I was so malleable. I pushed it aside. I accepted the invitation, the touch, the kiss I had been yearning for. I would be enraptured again, for as long as it lasted.

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“Coordinates, what coordinates?”

Bazooka – Word of the Day Challenge

FOWC with Fandango — Compass

No sweat drips today

Rest, celebrate Labour day

Tomorrow comes fast

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Take a break they said. . .I wish they were talking to Mother Nature. These up and down temps are crazy. We have snow on the ground! It’s May, people! May 1 used to be the day you picked wildflowers for a basket to set at your neighbor’s door.

One-Liner Wednesday – “Take a break,” they said.