Weekend Writing Prompt #361 – Pilgrimage
The weirdest thing that I experienced in the rehab hospital after giving myself a spiral fracture in my left leg was the constant question of “what is your pain level—rate it from one to ten, one being none and ten being the worst you’ve ever had”.
Okay I’m sitting there with the inside of my leg doing the chicken dance and not in a nice way, I didn’t want to appear a wimp so I said “a five”.
“A five/six meaning moderate or 7-10 meaning severe?” Okay, I pushed the buzzer to call them in because I’m in pain, not to play twenty questions. If it was just when I asked for help I didn’t mind, but every time they were to give me scheduled meds?
All in all I’d say a hospital is not a place to fudge your answer, if you’re in pain, say so.🙄😵💫😩
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Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt!
Dragging the axe as he walked among the shadows, mangled roots of bare limbed trees rimmed the secretive path. It was an ordinary task performed as a habit by the old man.
The brim of the simmering kettle was almost too full and he opened a tiny valve that sent a trickle of the salty brew into the urn. A vast collection of herbs accompanied the basic tree root mixture and all the oval stones in the bottom of the pot were essential for success.
The old man’s mind drifted to his younger days watching over this ancient concoction as it came to a boil. His mother was never outright called a witch but the village was reliant on her cures. This batch was for an old lady up the hill, suffering from some malady that this recipe would end.
He wondered who he would pass this important ritual on to since his children had moved away.
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Wordle 652
You probably don’t remember, I admit, I scarcely do
That “folly” came into the public after a certain view.
It was an invention, odd looking as it was
A steamboat with two sets of sails, gave onlookers pause
It was successful as Fulton hoped it would be
First one propelled by steam along rivers with ease.
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W3 Prompt #104: Wea’ve Written Weekly
Joe was sitting around reading a spy novel and when it came to the hero saving the woman from a thrown grenade, he thought maybe this plot was made into a movie about ten years ago. He was disgusted; why can’t authors turn over a new leaf when writing? It was then the baby’s monitor started chiming and it was time to take her for a stroll. The big bacon and egg breakfast had soothed her long enough for Joe to finish the last chapter in the book, but it was daddy duty now.
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Lucky Dip – Saturday Mix, 27 April 2024
Dragged, damp, dirty, discouraged, disillusioned, disgusted, dispirited, diligent, dutiful.
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No Theme Thursday: 04/25/24
He wore Asian suits
And Italian boots
Handmade hats
Fancy cravats
It was impressing
His style of dressing
Clothes he would choose
Offered a ruse
A seduction of sorts
To hide his warts
For under the sheen
His skin was green
‘Cause a pond lifestyle
Made the women rile.
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Fandango’s Flashback Friday — April 26th
Approximately 21,560 new cases of esophageal cancer ― 17,030 in men and 4,530 in women ― will be diagnosed in the U.S.
Trump and his crew enter the courtroom. Several followers line up behind them. The authority stops them and says: Show me your IDs. They answer: IDs? IDs? We don’t need no stinkin’ IDs!
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The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS April 27, 2024
The Bag Lady 
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