Yearning to be surrounded by his presence, yet not wanting to seem too submissive, she decided to let go of feelings past. Her body was parched from the unending chill of his absence. She burned for the heat of only him. She thought he might be upset and ignore her call, but in the misty evening he met her. It seemed he was longing for her touch also. In the morning red of dawn they were found entwined.
Artist: The Doobie Brothers
Released: 1972 Album: Toulouse Street The song was the Doobie Brothers’ first big hit in 1972. It was written by Tom Johnston.
She gazed lovingly at the beautiful horses painted with rainbows, ever turning in circles. She began to feel dizzy trying to keep eyes on her favorite. She tugged on her father’s hand with a pleading sentence, “I promise I’ll hold on tight, please, daddy?”
“Do you have your allowance to buy a ticket for this carousel?” She fumbled in her coat pocket and retrieved two quarters, handing them to her father. “Well then, pay the man, climb up, and be careful” he said, reluctantly letting her go.
https://girlieontheedge1.wordpress.com/2023/05/21/sundays-six-sentence-story-word-prompt-263/
“Papa Was a Rollin’ Stone” Artist: The Temptations Album: All Directions. Released in 1972. Writers: Barrett Strong and Norman Whitfield
https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2023/05/20/story-starter-saturday-mix-20-may-2023/
The unpleasant young lothario removed the key from under the stone. His forbidden ties to the housekeeper were well known to exacerbate her employer. Instead of approaching her landlord for permission to visit, he chose the cowardly act of sneaking in to her quarters after dark. The initial lustful equation in the relationship didn’t last long.
***
https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2023/05/20/three-things-challenge-m334/ Your three words today are:
STONE UNPLEASANT COWARDLY
https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2023/05/20/equation/
http://fivedotoh.com/2023/05/20/fowc-with-fandango-housekeeper/
https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2023/05/20/rdp-saturday-ties/
https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2023/05/20/weekend-writing-prompt-312-ephemeral/
https://lindaghill.com/2023/05/19/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-may-20-2023/
https://earthlycomforts.uk/2023/05/18/the-gardeners-greeting-21/
Joe sat perched on a wooden stool next to the window. The blinds were only slightly opened and the room was dark. He had one hand on his cel and one on his walkie-talkie. He was steeled for his shift on the neighborhood watch. Joe was beginning to regret making that chili with extra jalapeños for dinner.
The neighborhood was in a part of town that had too many bars, and jobless hooligans. Joe and a few other hearty eaters decided to form their own group of vigils. This night Joe’s shift was midnight to four, not usually a problem for him, he rarely slept anymore. Being jobless himself, he spent mornings looking for employment and afternoons watching Fox news.
Joe was thinking he might sneak away to use the bathroom when he heard some man yell, “what the hell’s going on in there?” The voice was deep and angry and Joe didn’t recognize it. He pushed the send button on the talkie to raise Frank who lived two doors down.
“Frank, come in, Frank! Something’s going on but I don’t see anyone.”
“Got you, Joe. There’s been a truck just idling between houses in the middle of the street. I’ve been watching it but can’t see in the tinted windows. I can’t see who’s inside, but it’s just sitting there, engine running.”
“Think we should check it out?” Hoping the answer was “negative”, Joe was suddenly blinded by bright headlights. The truck must have spotted him looking through the blinds. Joe lost his balance on the stool and dropped his cel and the walkie-talkie. The room was full of light and he panicked. He felt around for the cel, already on 911 speed dial, but it must have slid under the couch. He could hear the truck engine revving up its engine repeatedly.
From across the room, Frank’s voice was shrill, “Joe, Joe, what’s happening? I saw the truck drive up on your lawn! Are you okay? Should I call 911? Joe?”
Joe’s eyes finally adjusted to the truck lights and he found his cel. He pushed the speed dial and heard a busy signal. The truck seemed to get louder and now he had evidence he should not have eaten that chili.
“Frank! Call 911!”
The busy signal continued because Frank was on their line explaining Joe needed help. Flashing lights finally appeared but Frank and Joe were told to remain in their homes. The man in the truck explained he was just waiting for a friend but was arrested for loitering and reckless endangerment. Later, the police found his “friend” had tried to break in to a house behind Joe’s.
Feeling success in their efforts, the two men rewarded themselves with a small pizza and beer party at the nearest establishment.
http://fivedotoh.com/2023/05/19/fandangos-flashback-friday-may-19th/
The Bag Lady 
You must be logged in to post a comment.