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I don’t know how they got together, the union rather odd, however it occurred, the result is me, a mixed up bod! My legs are spindly, but my girth they do support and as far as other features, look at what I’ve got… stripes of black and white decorate my derrière and my delicate black shoes are barely there. I have a set of ears and I can hear quite well, but what use are those horns? If you know, please do tell. My neck is regular length and I miss my father’s long one, it would be easier to get untouched goodies atop the tall tree zones.
Hard as stone, never relenting Angry words forever venting Offers of love not assenting Feelings of hate keep fermenting Those who love him are lamenting How has he come to this orienting?
There was a time not long ago when I was happy, but those days were over. I think it was November 2016. Ah yes, that fateful day which half the world lost its mind and selected a new president. The rest of the story too sad to write.
Prosery, the very short piece of prose that tells a story with a beginning, a middle and an end, in any genre of your choice. It’s flash fiction, with a limit of 144 words and an additional challenge is to hit 144 exactly. would like you to write a story that includes the following line(s) from that poem. “November for Beginners” BY RITA DOVE ‘Snow would be the easy way out’
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“Snow would be the easy way out” she offered him, smiling. Marriage had ups and downs and after three years it seemed the only thing shared was their love of skiing. The couple had relatively harried lives as successful business people, but had originally fallen in love on the snowy slopes of Colorado. Young and in need of a true companion, they found each other in the romantic winter setting. On vacation trips to take a break, both relished the favorite sport of skiing, and it resulted in a needed closeness. A nearly missed collision caused that meeting, and after leisurely warm conversations between runs, romance bloomed. They laughed later; it seemed too much a “Hallmark” happening, but it brought them together. Realizing a lull had occurred in their relationship, decided to reignite the original dream by returning to where they first met.
That is why, for this Sundayconfessionals, I would like you to create a fairytale.
This was her dream, a white steed and a warrior riding, all to save her. A childhood dream that prevailed into adulthood. Her life was ordinary, and unless she could transport into a different century, the knight would never come.
The very large office party was usually an annual obligation she despised, as any available men never seemed to live up to her fantasies. It was New Year’s Eve and she decided the new year would come and bring her a surprise. She dressed for the party in her most romantic dress and decided things were going to change.
The hotel ballroom was full of coworkers and some from all over the world. She had fun at last, meeting people from outside her comfort zone. As the time grew close to midnight she entered the balcony and begged the stars to grant her a new perspective, possibly fulfilling her dreams. It was five minutes till everyone would be kissing their lovers as the new year started. She closed her eyes.
When she opened them she was in a different place. The scene around her was a snowy forest. Her gown was covered in a fur trimmed heavy velvet cloak. The hotel and balcony were gone. Her dream vision was right in front of her—white steed and a knight! He removed his helmet and reached down to lift her to sit beside him on the horse. She was so surprised she blinked to make sure she was awake. She rode off with him and wondered what was waiting for her in this new life.
Do you ever feel more excited about getting the package in the mail, rather than the item that’s in it? I usually already know what’s in it.
What is the difference between your ideal self and your real self? (i.e. what attribute or physical feature would allow you feel the ideal ‘you’?) It’s too late to change now, I accept what’s not ideal.
If you found $2,000 on the ground and there were no witnesses, what would you do with it? Try to find the person who lost it.
Are you ever morally obliged to take action? Under what circumstances? I have a couple of times, both not appreciated.
Gratitude: My grandson and my close family here all came to visit on Sunday❤️
The Bag Lady 
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