“No apology, I guess”, the guard said as he replaced the sign over the entry exactly where it belonged, doing so in an overly precise manner hoping they would get the point. He was familiar with the young pranksters, and used to their tricks. Surprised by a bell’s chime indicating the master needed him, the guard went inside. The high black door frame was secured once again, but the visitors didn’t leave. They persisted with a hard knock, displacing the sign once again and summoning the guard. Halloween was long past, but the visitors persisted.
Looking a little bit through her lyrics I did not choose one from her latest record even if its name is “The Tortured Poets Department” (which could almost be a name for a poetry site like ours). Instead I found this line “You drew stars around my scars” from the song Cardigan taken from her record Folklore.
You should write a piece of prose including the given line which you may punctuate or break up if you want, but every word in the same order has to be included in a piece of prose (fiction or non-fiction) of maximum 144 word (or if you want to challenge yourself exactly 144 words).
When you have written your prose/story, post it to your blog, link back to dVerse, enter the link to your blog-post to Mr Linky below and join me and the others reading and commenting on the other stories. It’s a blast actually so remember having fun.
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I didn’t realize at the time, what others might think of my looks. Before I had the illness, I felt pretty much okay with a small one. Never thinking I would find myself disrobing except for an X-ray, and not planning to be with a lover again, it wasn’t on my mind. And then, I met you. Recuperating and wanting an outlet for my time, I met you. You told me you loved me and were so romantic, something even though married many years, I never had that side of love. I finally admitted my health concerns and was surprised when it didn’t seem to matter. “You drew stars around my scars” and I’ll always be grateful.
My favorite Christmas memory is rgetting a little red rocking chair. It disappeared in our move from the dairy farm to a tiny two bedroom apartment, at my age of 14.
Personally, I buy gifts all year long.
This year I am, but a couple of years no. Don’t ask me why, I don’t know.
There are a few. I guess repetition starting in October turns me off. I rarely listen to music anymore. Two days ago however I decided I would wrap presents that I had bought – I still need four😉 My little tree in the corner, even though it had lights and decorations on it, looked a little lonely, so I decided to wrap some presents to put under it. I don’t have a radio so I turned on a channel that was supposed to be Christmas music on my TV and of course there were commercials. I hate commercials anytime, anywhere, any kind and I usually do not buy the products, it’s my little protest. 
Gratitude: I am grateful that my family that went to Las Vegas for a soccer Tournament made it over there and back safely. It was a 12 hour trip each way. I have not responded to a few emails and posts because I’m having technical issues. And of course over the weekend no one is open to help. I’m actually grateful that Thanksgiving is over and that all the businesses are returning to normal. And as ever I am grateful for my family and my blogging family. I appreciate every like and comment. Thank you.
I just started the third book in Don Winslow’s City series with character Danny Ryan. All of Don Winslow’s books I have enjoyed in Audible. I started with “The Dawn Patrol” and have read it a few times, also a favorite main character, Boone Daniels. I wish there were more of Daniels’ ongoings, but that series was published in 2009, so probably not. I have read his cartel series which has opened my eyes to the drug trade and more. I highly recommend this author.
City in Ruins
“Sometimes you have to become what you hate to protect what you love. Danny Ryan is rich. Beyond his wildest dreams rich.
The former dock worker, Irish mob soldier and fugitive from the law is now a respected businessman – a Las Vegas casino mogul and billionaire silent partner in a group that owns two lavish hotels. Finally, Danny has it all: a beautiful house, a child he adores, a woman he might even fall in love with. Life is good. But then Danny reaches too far”
The production only lasted a week, and poor old Austin Pendleton as Fred, took his role seriously. Too seriously, in fact, because when the script called for his character,the prodigal Fred to have broken yellow teeth, Austin visited his dentist with an odd request. Now Austin has a hard time finding new roles with his changed appearance, seemingly permanent.
I’ve been waiting for much needed necessary medical supplies. I have called to find they have not even been ordered. A routine medical supply order has been ignored because the order person left early for the holidays. Am I livid to find there are no emergency contacts, no doctor offices that I can contact to get these supplies even paying an out of pocket expense? Our medical system is convoluted, cumbersome, clueless, clumsy and costly; I think I need to start an efficient medical supply business—who’s with me? That was a joke, but if you have medical “issues” (I hate that word) you have to keep a sense of humor.
The Bag Lady 
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