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Her brain was wiry
Had many facets
But not using it wisely
She was never tacit
Lovers would come, then they’d leave
Finding she had nothing up her sleeve
What you saw was what you got
A closed book she was not.
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Word of the Day: Desire
I have been rewatching a series on Netflix named “Lucifer”. It has everything: humor, action, music, fantasy.
Lucifer, being the devil, of course, was tired of his job as punisher in hell, so cut off his wings and came up to join us here on earth. He fell for a police detective and used his wiles to solve crimes. His greatest talent was confronting a suspect and asking them to reveal their deepest desires.
He is a great piano player, not too bad a singer and his “cover” is being a nightclub owner. It’s a bit intriguing and if you are suffering as I am, from the closed in cold weather, you might give it a look.
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Andrew McCabe “60 Minutes” interview: Former Acting FBI Director Andrew McCabe talks President Trump investigation and taking over for James Comey during the Russia investigation — full transcript – CBS News
If you do not want to watch all of it, which I recommend, skip to 15:00.
Ronovanwrites Weekly Haiku Challenge #241
Ocean waves threaten
Viking ship stays ever fierce
The storm defeated
FFFC#1 – A new Challenge from Fandango:
She found her purpose in an enchanted flute. Whenever she played, the mystical forest came alive. Her dress, her surroundings, all magically changed into a fairytale setting.
Lilting music played
Forest creatures following
Natural beauty
http://fivedotoh.com/2019/02/18/fandangos-flash-fiction-challenge-1/
Movie Monday
“Eye of the Needle” was a book I enjoyed way back when, by author Ken Follett. It was made into a movie which was a tamer version, but I liked it. Donald Sutherland is one of my favorites, and I must say, he gets much better looking as he ages, which is rare for actors!
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MLMM Wordle #121
I had always dreamed of New Orleans and when our destination after the honeymoon was Texas, I thought, now is my chance, as a newlywed, to explore the Creole city. I had been warned of the dredges of society that line the streets, the free flowing alcohol, and other vices, by our groundskeeper, Joseph. Of course growing up and sneaking out to hear stories of his young glory days there, I had always wished to see the famous city.
As we winged our way to Louisiana, it was resplendent in my mind, the black wrought iron balconies, flowers everywhere, the food, the music–a dream to materialize soon. We arrived and took a taxi to a beautiful historical hotel and it was everything I had imagined. After settling in, the gravitation to wander the streets pulled us into the musical atmosphere. Jazz clubs seemed everywhere, but my new husband summoned a horse drawn carriage so we could peruse the entire area before making our choice.
The atmosphere was almost overwhelming, all senses filled with the sights, sounds and smells. We chose a quieter club and sat in a corner table, discreetly touching each other as we drank and dined. As we were about to leave and return to the hotel, my love grabbed another bottle of champagne, an afterthought to complete the night.
The next day my husband retrieved a wooden box from his case. Inside was a beautiful, colorful, jeweled mask for a masquerade ball that evening. Luckily I had brought the perfect evening gown, hoping for just such an occasion. Joseph had warned me of the worst side of New Orleans, but I found nothing deplorable during our anticipated visit. Maybe it was my love, his attention to detail, our combined wealth, or maybe Cupid. All I know for sure is–my mystical fantasy became reality.
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https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2019/02/18/wordle-121/
Fifty Word Thursday
We warned her not to go ashore. Her spontaneity was her ruin! The rest of us just held back, and helplessly watched our friend, now magically and permanently displayed because of her foolishness. It is sad that her other friends were now also frozen in time, but such is life.
Sunday Photo Fiction – 2/17/19
I’m tired but I will not stop
Giving up is not in my nature
I was born of strong parents
It must have been a millennium ago
I feel it
I feel my back paining, straining
Pick up the axe another time, I tell it
You aren’t finished yet!
https://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2019/02/16/sunday-photo-fiction-february-17-2019/
MLMM Sunday Writing Prompt #44
The scene was set, a steaming bowl of a foreign concoction, more spice than taste, but they ate what was put in front of them. The papers had been signed, and here they were sitting at a meal hosted by the owner of the orphanage.
As the sun set in the early evening, shots were fired, glass was broken and they feared for their lives. A simple adoption trip ended up in terror as the occupants of a certain gang arrived, intent on stealing the orphanage funds.
Ties were cut to the outside world as they huddled in fear in the owner’s rooms. The experience was not at all what they envisioned, and neither was the small child they came to take home. Promises made were now broken, but there was no turning back.
This was an enlightening, although frightening experience, but the child blossomed in the US as it grew, now a successful adult.
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