FFfAW 168 – Is That All There Is?

Is that all there is, she asked herself, remembering the old Peggy Lee song which she despised. Is that it? I was looking forward to a well earned vacation and now I’m sitting here in a small, humid airport in a little known country I can’t pronounce. There’s no wifi, my cell phone finds no towers and I have no recourse but to sit and wait.

“Flight 1 delayed because of bomb threat. Relax and as soon as our search is complete, you may reboard the aircraft”.

Jane pulled out the weathered paperback she always turned to in these situations.

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MLMM Photo Challenge 217 – Felix and Miss P

She was done. He observed her from the kitchen window, admiring the result of his work. What was she now. . .a pile of flesh and bones was all, nothing important. She was now defused, a small heap of useless disappointment. He licked his paws matteroffactly, and straddled the sill for a nap.

Felix was one of the rarest of individuals, cursed in his youth in the 1600s, he had the ability to transform into a cat at will. This trick used to bother him, hundreds of years ago, scared him actually, but over time he had learned to use it well. This day he had accomplished with ease, the demise of Miss Petti Psychopath. Miss P had ruined many a life in her shortened thirty years and Felix thought it was time for her insane efforts to end.

Felix had sought out many of these demonic individuals, men and especially women. With his changing form ability he could dispose of them easily without fear of repercussions. He found Miss P on the Internet, and pretended to join her for companionship. After a few meetings, his handsome form and boyish charm no longer amused her and she decided to ask him to her apartment for one last tryst. Felix, being completely aware of her intentions, surprised her in their lovers’ embrace.

One quick turn of her small neck and it was over. He placed her in the sink and doused her with a caramel latte. He thought it especially fitting since covering her with the sweet concoction resembled her outside appearance hiding a dangerous persona.

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MLMM Sunday Writing Prompt 41 and Prompt: Integrity

“Quiet protest”, she thought, “that is what will work on them. The need for understanding the issue. . .it has to work, it’s been ignored too long”. These were the thoughts that ran through Jenny’s mind as she sat at her computer. She was researching past protests, what worked, succeeding to change closed minds, anything to further interest in the goals of her group of young friends.

Jenny looked up the history of protests involving her latest subject, man’s lack of maintaining a balance of faith and action for the disadvantaged. She did not belong to any segregated religious groups, and did not take religious texts at face value. Jenny wanted to delve deeper into what she thought was the basic tenet of living a fulfilled life. She practiced this tenet every day, helping in homeless shelters, working at a food kitchen, and helping people who seem to have lost their way find productive employment. Jenny believed the path to integrity was believing in people’s inner strength and working to bring that out.

Organizing a quiet, non violent protest was one of the ways Jenny hoped to inform and recruit more individuals to walk alongside her and also feel the reward of loving your fellow man.

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Putting My Feet in the Dirt 5

Have you ever looked and admired something in a shop and thought to yourself….I could do that! Look how much they’re charging! It’s just paper twisted around to make a flower! My god, they must be making a fortune!

Well I have to admit, that was me. However, after years of crafting and many failed attempts, I’ve learned my lesson. I look, I think the same, but pass by with the knowledge I could not do it, and many factors prove it. A few are: no space to make things, no membership to a warehouse or supply house for the items needed to buy in bulk, and no employees to accomplish quantities to make a profit.

Those are only a few of the discouraging factors of tissue paper troubles as I longingly observe crafted flowers in shops that look easily made. I used to enjoy crafts and have done a few things I was proud of, but all in all, I think my dreams were beyond my abilities.

June Writing Prompts

Putting My Feet in the Dirt 4

In response to Reggie over at http://fromprivatetopublic.com/2018/06/04/your-heart-is-your-heart/, I offer this t-shirt:

These rules might be considered sour drop dreams by the daughter of the father pictured here. Once being a daughter of a strict father, more strict than the one above, I can tell you my experiences as a teenaged girl were not pleasant as far as dating is concerned, but that is a long story, not yet told.

June Writing Prompts

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Share Your World 6-4-18

Good morning from sunny Wyoming! I’m going out today to have some paperwork notarized…..yes, that’s the excitement for me today! My oldest grandson is moving into a rental home today from the resident firehouse, so the fam is busy!

Ceenphotography.com is ready for you to answer her questions, and here they are:

My answers are:

1. A favorite piece of clothing would be this turquoise cordoroy jumper my mom made for me. I’m in the front on the left:

2. A dancer, no question at all.

3. The driver. It’s one of the things I miss most out of being in a wc. It takes your independence away.

Bittersweet feelings on Saturday when this grandson graduated. He’s going to Casper this Friday for orientation and leaving in August for college there. Boohoo! I’m going to miss him!

The Liebster Award

Imagine my surprise when I received this prestigious award from http://therebemonstershere.com. I’ve been following this terrifying teller of traumatic tales for a while and I urge you to creep over, settle yourself in with a nonspill cup of something hot, leave the lights on and enjoy! He also has a quirky “click the pic” feature that you must try. I’m still at a loss receiving this award because I’m not an author or poet, I just like to scribble my thoughts. But I thank you for giving me confidence to carry on. The Liebster Award was originated to recognize and support other bloggers.

Rules:

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Questions for me:

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My answers:

1. I don’t have a favorite scary story as a child. It could have been a Hardy Boys or Nancy Drew Mystery or a fairytale such as Hansen and Gretel because I did think it would be lovely to see a house made from candy. Or Little Red Riding Hood because we were always walking and playing in the woods.

2. Again, this is difficult, but to pick only one, would have to say Anne Frank.

3. I’ve always liked to read and hear stories. I was a business courses only student in high school, so no creative writing classes, unless you consider some of my bottom lines on long bookkeeping statements. I was a young busy mother and worked many different jobs, but as a grandmother in 1994, found time for writing. I rarely saved anything but there’s one I wished I had now. I never thought much about it being a piece of actual writing, but my sister encouraged me, saying “I knew you were a writer”. I had written a piece about walking into our dad’s funeral and the mixed emotions I felt. That encouraged me. But not until I had a second bout of cancer and was recovering, did I discover blogging. I thank the friend who suggested it because it has been a great fill-in for what I’ve lost in life over the years. The word writer still is not comfortable for me.

4. Most of my friends don’t even know I write a blog. I have mentioned a few with admiration, but rarely. I only know of two relatives who read it, which is good. Everyone interprets an event in different ways. I write my interpretation and I’m okay with them writing theirs. I write about family mostly. The rest is usually Fiction.

5. Hee hee, cool question. If I were a ghost, I would haunt an old boss who took advantage of me, not in today’s terms, but the original version! 😂

6. Right now, minus Trump.

7. I live in an apartment complex. Someone just set off their car beep lock/unlock which occurs any time of night or day. The new people above me are quietly walking around, bless them. I’ve had horrible upstairs neighbors in the past. Motorcycle guy is leaving. Planes overhead. The hum of the air conditioners outside my bedroom window. Otherwise quiet. Sunday at 1:32pm.

8. As in advice you mean? Just be yourself. That’s who we want to meet and read.

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Now for the stretching the rules part, I’ll nominate a few blogs that put on challenges I enjoy:

Sammiscribbles – Weekend Writing Prompt

Rachel Poli – Time to Write

Mindlovesmiserymenagerie – Wordle, Tale Weaver, Sunday Writing Prompt, Photo Challenge, First Line Friday

Ramblingsofawriter2016 – Poetry and stories

Putting My Feet in the Dirt

Stream of Consciousness Saturday

Share Your World

One Liner Wednesday

Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner

Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writer

Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction

Limit is eleven but there are MANY MORE, and now with the Daily Post Prompt gone, there are quite a few blogs supporting a daily word or idea to challenge you. Isn’t this a cool place to write? ☺️

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My job here is done. Thank you (therebemonsters) and all for reading and supporting me. Your comments continue to keep me writing.

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