Here she comes again Usually starts at ten Sticky fingers never clean Tapping my buttons at every scene Fast forward buttons have lost their sheen And changing volume up and down? All neighbors in surround sound drown Then there’s the oft spilled drinks Pushing my batteries to the brink And changing them must be a chore You should have heard the ragged swore When they need to be replaced Searching the drawer she is red faced My functions always get screamed at I’m sometimes thrown, land in a splat. My happy times start at midnight When she is finally out of sight.
Not looking closely, Marci grabbed the bouquet and pulled it to her chest, nearly squashing the roses. She knew it, hoped it, dreamed and even wished it—he loved her. Now here was the proof! She quickly took a couple of dollars from her purse on the sideboard and tipped the delivery man. He spied her quizzically thinking she had better take a better look at the flowers, but shrugged and left.
Marci just held the roses against her taking in the beautiful scent, of course he knew her favorites. He had been too distant lately and hopes were dwindling, but now? This gift? She almost swooned she was so enraptured.
It was only later while disassembling the bouquet, she saw the odd looking one, and being over excited earlier, promptly fainted.
This week’s challenge is a photo prompt. This year, I’ve asked my friend, and photographer, Terri Webster Schrandt, from secondwindleisure.com to share her photos with us for inspiration. Terri runs a weekly photo challenge called Sunday Stills. Check it out HERE.
enhanced color scene bright as if played in a dream mist rising, now done moving on to other streams completing another’s view
Little feet making tiny tracks Where dirt and gravel lack Snow carpeting everywhere In forested landscapes there Small hands, mittened warmth Boots heated at the hearth Adventures were on her mind Wearing coat heavily lined Wishing to see the deer again, Suddenly, a gasp!
You got a fast car I want a ticket to anywhere Maybe we make a deal Maybe together we can get somewhere Any place is better Starting from zero got nothing to lose Maybe we’ll make something Me, myself, I got nothing to prove
You got a fast car I got a plan to get us outta here I been working at the convenience store Managed to save just a little bit of money Won’t have to drive too far Just ‘cross the border and into the city You and I can both get jobs And finally see what it means to be living
See, my old man’s got a problem He live with the bottle, that’s the way it is He says his body’s too old for working His body’s too young to look like his My mama went off and left him She wanted more from life than he could give I said somebody’s got to take care of him So I quit school and that’s what I did
You got a fast car Is it fast enough so we can fly away? We gotta make a decision Leave tonight or live and die this way
So I remember when we were driving, driving in your car Speed so fast it felt like I was drunk City lights lay out before us And your arm felt nice wrapped ’round my shoulder And I-I had a feeling that I belonged I-I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone
You got a fast car We go cruising, entertain ourselves You still ain’t got a job And I work in the market as a checkout girl I know things will get better You’ll find work and I’ll get promoted We’ll move out of the shelter Buy a bigger house and live in the suburbs
So I remember when we were driving, driving in your car Speed so fast it felt like I was drunk City lights lay out before us And your arm felt nice wrapped ’round my shoulder And I-I had a feeling that I belonged I-I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone
You got a fast car I got a job that pays all our bills You stay out drinking late at the bar See more of your friends than you do of your kids I’d always hoped for better Thought maybe together you and me’d find it I got no plans, I ain’t going nowhere Take your fast car and keep on driving
So I remember when we were driving, driving in your car Speed so fast it felt like I was drunk City lights lay out before us And your arm felt nice wrapped ’round my shoulder And I-I had a feeling that I belonged I-I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone
You got a fast car Is it fast enough so you can fly away? You gotta make a decision Leave tonight or live and die this way
I always endeavour to be serene, especially around family. It’s a balance of course between being caustic about the daily news or tolerant of all opinions.
The Bag Lady 
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