Fandango’s Story Starter

You Reap What You Stole

This week’s Story Starter teaser is: KAREN WENT BALLISTIC WHEN SHE FOUND OUT THAT HER HUSBAND, KENNETH, HAD GAMBLED AWAY THEIR ENTIRE LIFE’S SAVINGS. Karen was flabbergasted. She knew he had taken a business trip to Las Vegas, but didn’t know he was a secretive gambling addict. He had played a weekly game of poker with the “boys” but all the neighborhood husbands did.

Karen grabbed the car keys and drove to the bank, where she found a mere $23.00 in their account. The savings account was showing zero. She promptly fainted right there in front of the teller’s window. A lawyer rushed over because he was also one of the neighborhood husbands and knew her personally. As Karen regained consciousness, she uttered to him, “I want a divorce and I want it now!”

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http://fivedotoh.com/2022/11/22/fandangos-story-starter-73/

dVerse Poets Haibun Monday

For today’s inspiration, we will focus on Autumn’s voice (aki no koe), such as rustling leaves, a late emerging cicada, crickets, an unexpected breeze, a crow’s call, etc.

Leafy Plea

The beauty of autumn is in the leaves, and as they give their way to bare snow covered branches, we still hear them protest as they die.

crunching underfoot

sad sounds emit from crisp leaves

don’t rest me in bags

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http://dversepoets.com/2022/11/21/haibun-monday-aki-no-koe-autumns-voice/

Food Prep

It was a Thanksgiving celebration and always a memorable family tradition. If you peeked in the kitchen window you would observe a harried woman, vigorously folding buttery pastry dough in butterfly fashion for pies. Tiny droplets of perspiration stood out on her forehead as her hands started to ache. This was not unexpected, as the reality of another holiday baking season was predictable. Finally setting the dough into the fridge to chill she sat down and enjoyed a quiet cup of tea.

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https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/19271780/posts/4394313590

2022 November PAD Chapbook Challenge 21

Prompt: Write a poem using at least three, or all of six provided words.The words are: button, gather, hold, not, sweep, toxic.

Evil Doings

“She’s toxic!” Mike exclaimed, twisting the button on his sweater nervously.

“Not to me.” Joe replied dreamily and conversely.

Cold air started to sweep in with heavy gloom

Mike gathered his coat when evil began to loom

A shiver shook Joe when she entered the room

But he smiled, looking forward to the evidence of doom

Mike took hold of Joe and tried to push him away

It was too late, the spell already took him astray

Mike often thinks fondly of his best friend Joe

Won’t forget when she took him—covered in evil glow

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https://www.writersdigest.com/write-better-poetry/2022-november-pad-chapbook-challenge-day-21

Food Critic


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Believing breakfast is the most important meal

I’m sure it has a certain appeal

However I can’t possibly concur

It’s needed for a healthy daily spur

Ooh, that bacon smell is through the roof

I think it may be the needed proof

So I now say, breakfast should be eaten

Because enjoying bacon can’t be beaten.

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https://cyranny.com/2022/11/21/believing-word-of-the-day-challenge/#like-65103

https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2022/11/21/proof/

http://fivedotoh.com/2022/11/21/fowc-with-fandango-concur/

http://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2022/11/21/what-do-you-see-161-november-21-2022/

2022 November PAD Chapbook Challenge 29

Prompt: Write a conflict poem

To tell or not to tell

What an age old question

Not solved by many without consequence

Keeping secrets for someone, about someone

Always, the “but who would I tell” response

Then invariably the milk is spilled

Willed so by a curious cat.

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https://www.writersdigest.com/write-better-poetry/2022-november-pad-chapbook-challenge-day-20

Midas

The light creeped in from the crack of curtains, and she gripped the wheel’s edge. The young woman glimpsed the stain of blood on her finger and stopped the spin. An eerie feeling came over her as if the lord of the manor was watching her. She whirled around to see a dark figure looming from the doorway. Suddenly his voice boomed out, “I wouldn’t slack in my duties if I were you. I’m sure you know I still have your father imprisoned below. She curled her sore finger inside her thumb, careful not to let it drip on the golden thread.

https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2022/11/20/wordle-579-a-bakers-dozen/