Fandango’s Story Starter

This week’s Story Starter teaser is:

SHE SEARCHED HER APARTMENT FRANTICALLY TRYING TO FIND IT, BUT IT WASN’T THERE…all this time she spent researching his ancestry, the phone calls, the emails, the library time to find out who he really was and then present it as proof he was not worthy, gone! There was only one explanation—she must have left the folder at the library. She was just getting on her coat to go back to the library when a knock sounded on her door. She hastily flung it open to see…him! He was standing there holding the folder up in the air, and said “looking for this?”

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http://fivedotoh.com/2023/05/09/fandangos-story-starter-96/

MLMM Wordle

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That’s just a taradiddle, no one really thinks a donkey is capable of any significant thoughts! The span of centuries using these animals for laborious jobs proves that! If their intelligence was impactful, their dedication would lessen and you’d have a combination of too strong a will and losing them as “dumb” beasts of burden. It’s a slam-dunk to me—I don’t mingle among the current herd just in case they aren’t the flummoxed animals I perceive. They are known for their strong kicks!

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2023/05/08/wordle-321/

3TC

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The knight sheathed his sword

The page had now turned

The handmaiden fainted

Her indiscretion a burn

A note had been written

And now all was clear

The knight, indeed smitten

But the king thought it a smear

The king’s anger with punishment was announced

There will be a duel! And the poor knight was trounced.

(A warning to all-if the princess a beauty,

Keep feelings secret, only mind your duty.)

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https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2023/05/08/three-things-challenge-m322/#more-96133. Your three words today are:
SWORD
PAGE
HANDMAIDEN

dVerse Poets – Prosery

Prosery is the prompt where we write prose based on some given lines of poetry. This can be flash-fiction or creative non-fiction, but it cannot exceed 144 words in total (not including the title) and must not be poetry (no versification, line breaks, metre, etc.). Write a piece of flash fiction or other prose up of up to or exactly 144 words, including the given line from the poem: Charles Simic’s following lines of poetry:

On this day without a date,
On a back street, dusky
”. I met her in our special place, behind the five and dime where Marie was a cashier. Exactly at five-thirty every day but Sunday, Marie would take her break and I would take mine from the gas station where I worked. On Sunday we might have a picnic in the park or take in a movie at the bijou. But nothing compared to the secret rendezvous every day. The back alley was quiet and we enjoyed a few minutes of privacy, always starting with a long, sweet embrace.

https://dversepoets.com/2023/05/08/dverse-prosery-charles-simic-finding-our-pack/#like-26421

FFFC – Just the Facts Ma’am

“Well, officer, it’s not really Joey’s fault. He’s always been a hep cat, mixing it up with the guys in the band. If it wasn’t for that hot mama in the red dress making eyes at him, all woulda been fine and dandy.” “Are you saying it was a fight over some broad?”the detective sneered. “She was a dish alright, but Joey gave the bar guy a Lincoln to serve her a couple of martinis. Her regular Joe, Pete, didn’t take that well. And that’s when the brawl started.”

http://fivedotoh.com/2023/05/08/fandangos-flash-fiction-challenge-218/

SYW 5-8-23

  1. Do you feel comfortable walking in your neighbourhood at night? No and no one should.
  2. When you shop for day to day things, do you pay by cash or card? I don’t carry cash so bank card always.
  3. When was the last time you dressed up for a special occasion? A city band concert last week.
  4. Have you ever lied about your age? No.

Gratitude: As always I appreciate my family, especially this week because time is short and every hug or smile is wonderful.

https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2023/05/08/share-your-world-8th-may/

The Sunday Whirl

Nothing mattered more at this moment, than wanting to hear the hummed whisper. It came to Jane at night when she was alone, in bed, trying not to listen to the rattle of wooden shutters bumping against the window glass. The whoosh of hard pounding water from the spring rain seemed to be beating on them, wanting to come inside and cover her. It was a familiar story, told by her grandmother back when she was a child. Whenever Jane visited the farm, her grandmother told stories as she continued cooking. She would check on the lamb roast often, knowing her capability to feed her family. It was only afterwards, when Jane stayed the night, when she would tell other stories to Jane, that Jane was frightened. One story her grandmother told was when she was a child on the farm and the area was flooded by a spring storm. It broke glass in the windows so fiercely that the family had to take refuge in the attic. After reciting the scary stories, she would begin humming to soothe Jane to sleep. Jane never forgot the frightening stories and as an adult, bad storms at night haunted her, and she longed for the soft humming sounds.

https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2023/05/07/wordle-604/