Standing out from the ordinary
Bright red against the brown
Secretly seductive in her manner
It was her intention
The red coat, the red cone
The red flare of her garment
All perfectly planned
Coordinated
With his expected presence
She wanted to be noticed by him
She longed to meet him
A long glance didn’t do it
But this will.
His favorite color is red.
https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2018/08/14/photo-challenge-226/
One by one the students at Private Elementary started to have damp foreheads and dizziness. Some even kneeled down on the floor in order not to fall. Even the afternoon breeze coming in the window seemed hotter than usual. The calescent temperature was rapidly causing more students to feel faint.
Mrs. Beecham hurriedly closed the old large windows, afraid whatever infection was afoot might contaminate another classroom. She rang for the school’s resident nurse as more children experienced alarming discomfort.
Sheets of sweat ran down Mrs. Beecham’s bodice as she started to panic, wondering what type of disease was encompassing her classroom. The room was stifling, but she was determined not to release any children till the nurse could complete their examinations. The paroxysm “Oh my God” burst from her mouth as her prize student, Melissa, suddenly rose from her seat and fell to the floor. Melissa was one of the most privileged girls and her fashionable many layered clothing caused her to overheat more than the others.
Sitting in his room, an absent student of Mrs. Beecham’s class sat reading with a satisfied grin. Earlier he had sneaked out of his confinement for bad behavior and climbed out his window. The window ledge and then to the basement window. When inside, he adjusted the heat sensor in the furnace, only for Mrs. Beecham’s classroom.
George was being punished for inappropriate behavior. He was jealous of Melissa’s attention, approached her with too much familiarity, to Mrs. Beecham’s chagrin. He was summarily reprimanded and told to stay in his room the rest of the day.
George settled back, only sad he could not see the results of his deeds.
https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2018/08/13/bonus-wordle-sick-day/
It’s just across the bay. Noticing he probably wasn’t heard, repeated: It’s just across the bay.
What ya say?
Across the bay! (A bit louder and pointing towards the ferry.)
What ya say? The old man held up his hand, cupping his ear to better hear the young man’s response.
Having less patience than an ordinary soul, the young man leaned further toward the old man.
IT’S JUST ACROSS THE BAY!
Well! You don’t have to yell, young whippersnapper!
I didn’t mean to yell. I just wanted you to be able to hear me. The ferry you need is just across the bay right now, but it will be back in twenty minutes.
What ya say?
https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2018/08/13/fffaw-challenge-178th/
Fresh faced affection
Lifetime promise desired
Lasting commitment
Is truly an enigma
Reward is in the solving
Colleen’s Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 97, “Love & Time,” #SynonymsOnly
When you’re watching a television show and an ad for E Harmony comes on and the “lookers for love” are thirteen.
Image: Google
Potoo birds’ disguise
Fools wise predators alike
Lack victim colors
RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #214 Lack&Fool
“I really did, Mommy, I did!” Eight year old Jenny dreamed she was a mermaid. Probably most children have this dream once at least. Jenny had been an avid reader for a year and “The Little Mermaid” confirmed her belief in the Hans Christian Anderson tale.
She was fascinated with the idea of a life beneath the sea, and swimming with delightful creatures. Growing up near the ocean, trips to sandy beaches, finding broken sea shells, all treasures to her, helped to confirm mermaids exist. The mechanics of breathing didn’t concern her, even when she flailed about learning to swim. Her parents insisted she learn as a toddler. Living close to the water, it was necessary. They never realized how such a location confirmed their daughter’s dreams.
Jenny’s dream repeated until it was foremost in her mind. At school her teacher often found her daydreaming, filling the blank columns on book sides with drawings of mermaids and undersea creatures. After a worried teacher contacted her parents, they showed little concern and thought it was a temporary stage.
After another vivid dream and having a day off from school, Jenny decided to take matters into her own hands. She packed her bag with her favorite book, paper and pencils, a towel and a snack. She walked down the few feet to the beach and sat. Taking out the book, she read again. She also drew pictures of what her imagination created under the surface of the ocean.
It was time, her little mind conceived, to see for herself. She discarded the items to the towel spread out under her and stepped into the waves. As she was drawn further in, seaweed wrapped around her legs, almost a welcoming–I knew it, she thought, I am a mermaid! She walked further letting the tide carry her further from shore, until she no longer felt the sand beneath her feet. She opened her eyes to see fanciful creatures floating about, the salty water not hurting her eyes at all. She moved her arms to go deeper, catching hold of a beautiful complete shell on the bottom. She let herself drift around it, breathing in the liquid that would eventually take her life. She just drank it in, no choking, gasping for air, just a pleasant feeling of completion.
Sleeping in as usual on this Saturday morning, Jenny’s parents were unaware of their daughter’s planned mission. They took no notice of her being late to the breakfast table until they started their usual morning coffee routine, sitting on the deck, looking at the ocean. It was then they noticed a small pile of items. The things looked like Jenny’s belongings. A sudden glance between them and one ran to the beach, one ran up the stairs, both screaming their daughter’s name.
Jenny was where she had always wanted to be. She looked down to discover her legs were now formed into a mermaid tale. She was delighted they were her favorite iridescent green color. Her bathing suit had disappeared and her hair was now long and curling around her body. She just floated there a few moments knowing this was her dream come true. She looked around to see other creatures like her and joined them to swim further below the surface.
**thank you to Kira for this beautiful drawing🌸
Abiding is a word that probably describes my life very well. Sometimes I think I have it all figured out and then Murphy shows up with his bag of tricks. The “always happens in threes” “omne trium perfectum” syndrome, too. My grandson and I were discussing fate, Murphy, jinxes, etc and both agreed we really have little to say in this life. Tiny specs in the universe, floating around on a big blue ball, tossed this way and that and doing our best to hold on for the few seconds we exist. What controls us? A higher being, a distant universe, the ground under our feet? It would be preposterous for me to guess.
Maybe the word for me is abide instead. I go along with what I am, what’s happening, good or bad and try to enjoy it with humor most of the time. I guess that’s abiding.
https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2018/08/13/abiding/Word of the Day
Exhausted but unable to sleep, can’t get things off my mind this night. It just crossed my mind I may never be able to sleep well again. Thoughts of whys and hows and whys again keep swirling in my brain. Is this why people take drugs, to just blank their minds? I’ve done it for pain, but thinking back to that, it never really worked that well. Just like these thoughts, I can’t put anything out of my mind completely.
Never, a word people use to tell you what they would not do, no matter what, no matter what. . .that’s what I thought, I’ve said it, too. I meant it at the time, at least I think I did. Never would I go so far as I did today, never.
A person can only take so much a friend advised. That was her way of compensating me, trying to make me feel okay about my actions. But I saw her initial reaction. Even she, as my closest confidante, my oldest friend. . .I saw her face when she knew, knew what I did, knew the real me. For once in our lives, what she might have suspected all along, all these years, that I was capable of crossing this line, committing horrible acts.
I suppose I could have blamed everything on my health, my loneliness, my sorrow at events of my life. I could rely on people trying to justify my actions today, but they shouldn’t. They never knew the real me, what really happened, years ago, what made me this way. I’ve always been good at disguising my feelings. As a child when it was imperative to do so, I learned well how to hide them. It was survival, even though I didn’t know what that word meant at the time, it was instinctive to hide, cover, be what they wanted.
It wasn’t the thrill I must have thought in some warped way, completing the kill, acting out the secret fantasies I kept to myself all this time, it wasn’t anything but a disappointment. It didn’t heal anything. In fact I think now it’s worse than ever. I now have not only my own past that plagues me, but theirs also, or at least part of it. It was the surprise on their faces, the quick realization the devil they created came to collect. I mistakenly thought that would be the end of it; I would be free because they would be gone forever. How horrible now to know I’ll never be free in my mind, ever. I am what they created, fulfilled to the point I became worse even than what they were.
I really like Will Smith and can watch this one again and still get a kick out of it, “Hitch”. The last scene in the movie is the best!
Dating coach Alex “Hitch” Hitchens (Will Smith) mentors a bumbling client, Albert (Kevin James), who hopes to win the heart of the glamorous Allegra Cole (Amber Valletta). While Albert makes progress, Hitchens faces his own romantic setbacks when proven techniques fail to work on Sara Melas (Eva Mendes), a tabloid reporter digging for dirt on Allegra Cole’s love life. When Sara discovers Hitchens’ connection to Albert — now Allegra’s boyfriend — it threatens to destroy both relationships.
Release date: February 11, 2005 (USA)
Director: Andy Tennant
Box office: 368.1 million USD
Screenplay: Kevin Bisch
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