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Four Line Fiction (2422)
I may be wily, even smart
As I pen these words about pop tarts
Since I broke my leg 11 weeks ago
Now wearing a boot to see how it goes
At night it pains so I get no sleep
No pain killers allowed to keep
It from stabbing me and waking me up
So I get out of bed and find something to sup
Cold water is fine
But I want to dine
Not a big meal
But something I feel
That soothes the soul
Pop tarts sol-ution!
I hear you laugh
That I must be daft
Honestly, they were a years-ago fave
And the last couple of weeks I find I crave
The plain ones, strawberry the best
So at night when I can’t sleep I digest
A single pop tart or maybe two
Seems to chase away the blues
While waiting for Tylenol
To fix it all.
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The photo of filling is slightly exaggerated 😳😎😂
I chose him, maybe he chose me
At first the darkness I didn’t see
Needed someone, he seemed to be free
I was in a place I didn’t want to be
I didn’t know it was temporary
Found he wasn’t where he should be.
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Quadrille #202: Hello Darkness
Here are this week’s questions:
Share Your World 27th May
The sky was bleak, the wind was picking up and I had just spent a half hour making sure my hair was in a tidy coiffure. I was meeting a new acquaintance I met online at this park. All that went by the wayside of course as soon as a cloud, seemingly with a purpose, suddenly decided to change direction and make a hasty trip right over my head. It was a large dark gray monstrosity and full of lightning and rain, maybe even hail! I decided to break for the picnic shelter a few yards away. There was a family there, and possibly the person I was to meet. I asked if I could share the space since I was alone.
Then the entire atmosphere changed. The people turned their heads toward me as if I was rudely interrupting them. I was, boy…was I! The supposedly innocent family gathering revealed a ritual of some sort. Nothing good, I saw, as the biggest man was holding a dripping knife and there was the proverbial bowl of red liquid—blood, I imagined.
I quickly stepped back out of the enclosure and turned toward my car. It seemed an interminable distance as I stumbled along, aghast at the horrid scene. They seemed to accept my leaving and returned to their activities, whatever they were. I shuddered as I turned on my car’s engine and sped away.
My cautious friend tried to warn me from meeting online strangers alone. She was correct!
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MLMM Wordle #374
They plant the flags
They say the prayers
For every fighter
No longer there
Sorrowful tears on their face
But there’s no end to this warring race
Children suffer, towns destroyed
Seen by all warriors deployed
They lose their hearts
Lose their friends
And every one
Wishes it would end.
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Rules of the hop:
Write 6 Sentences. No more. No less.
Use the current week’s prompt word.
Link up at Wednesday’s post. Link goes live at 6:00 pm through Saturday late…
Spread the word and put in a good one to your fellow writers.
PROMPT WORD: LIFT
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Wanting to look younger was her rift, decided to see a doc for a lift.
Sure he said with a maniacal smile, she decided to go along for the ride.
After, in the bath she looked in the mirror, the results couldn’t have been much clearer.
Her chest resembled Mounts on Rushmore, not just two, but two more.
She was shocked at the picture painted, fell into the tub when she fainted.
Her saving grace as was floundering, the new chest kept her from drowning.
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Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt!
Memorial Day ’24
To you, they were a soldier.
To someone else they are:
Father.
Son.
Brother.
Mother.
Daughter.
Sister.
Cousin.
Friend.
Every soldier is a special someone in somebody’s life. When a warrior falls in defense of their homeland and it’s citizens, we sometimes forget that somewhere a mother just lost a son, a wife just lost a husband, or a little girl lost her mommy or daddy.
Nothing can ever fill that void in those people’s lives. Ever.
The very least we can do is take a moment to remember.
For all the fine men and women who gave their lives in conflict, I express my gratitude.
I pray for the day when sacrifices like those are no longer necessary.
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Tried to reblog, didn’t work so copied and pasted🥴
The Bag Lady 
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