Weekend Writing Prompt #334 – Absquatulate
Have a nice weekend 🍁
The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Oct. 21, 2023
“Jump (For My Love)” is an electro-pop song by American vocal group the Pointer Sisters, released on April 11, 1984.
The boy entered the school seminar audience and chose an advantageous seat. He plopped down in between Poppy and Violet. The girls started to giggle and it served to endear them to him. Of course he was full of raging hormones but he did want to be friends with them at least. All seemed to be going well until a teacher rose up in front of them and told them to “hush up!”
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Your Daily Word Prompt – #Endear- #YDWordPrompt October 20 2023
http://fivedotoh.com/2023/10/20/fowc-with-fandango-seminar/
https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2023/10/20/three-things-challenge-m487/POPPY ROSE VIOLET
boy
The room is dark except for the small scented nightlight. The snow plows on the main road, and the sad sound of a fire truck broke the silence. Some poor family might be stranded in this freezing weather, or a motorist slipped out of control on the ice. A winter night exposes tragedy. The young men cannot keep up with their shovels for the wind is filling in snow as fast as they clear it. A dog’s howl insures others will answer. Every being is feeling lonely and cold tonight.
The room is dark and the scent of the nightlight cannot dispel the loneliness. She hears a car drive by, but it’s not stopping here. No one is coming to break her mood. She sips the tea, but cannot eat. Her body aches, but not for food, or sleep, but for the company of his love. Her mind plays tricks, causing her to see him in the shadows. Could it be? Would she turn on the lamp and see him there? She dared not because she knew he wasn’t, no matter how much she wished it.
The scented nightlight caused a small shadow in the dark room. As she pulled the covers around her, she could almost feel him beside her. His warmth, his body next to her. She curled up and nestled into her pillow, wanting it to be him. She covered her head with the warm blanket, hiding from the nightlight glow. She wanted to shut everything out, to just pretend he was there. She drew the covers in, as if they were his arms holding her tight. The cold, the loneliness, wouldn’t reach her here. She would sleep and dream of him.
The room was dark and the nightlight glowed. The snow was still falling, but the night sounds were quieting. The plows stopped, the shoveling men retreated till morning. The animals finally slept. The winter night’s cold was unrelenting. The lanes were freezing icy trails. Jack Frost painted glass with beautiful designs. She fell asleep to dream.
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http://fivedotoh.com/2023/10/20/fandangos-flashback-friday-october-20th/
🥳I just had my yearly cancer tests and all good results! Since my two sisters’ deaths this last spring, I was more than anxious going in for these tests. I am elated and grateful to be healthy. When sitting in the waiting room for results yesterday and seeing other older women in bad health, I realized just how lucky I am. 🥳
budding love needs definite sign
garden offerings are aligned
pesky thorns ruin the sublime
just forget the corsage
http://ronovanwrites.com/2023/10/18/ovi-poetry-challenge-18-funny-is-your-inspiration/
One-Liner Wednesday – Heading out
The Bag Lady 
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