***Growing up in Vermont, the word “vernacular” was probably never spoken in my home, but we made use of the term every day. Vermonters have sayings I love hearing. When I moved to Texas in 1966, I was often looked at curiously in understanding and vice versa😄 Some favorites are: Ayuh – yes, agree Uey – U turn Cremee – a Dairy Queen type dessert cone Clicker – Remote of any kind Grinder – Sub/Hoagie sandwich Jimmies – Sprinkles on cookies or ice cream Down Cellar – In the basement
Joe is patiently waiting, but ringing the doorbell once again. He loves his friend and even through the gulch that’s creating during the trial, he is standing by her. She seems to take the whole process in stride, even though his own feelings of ennui are apparent to her. He tries to span the gap between the practical “might” be guilty to the hopeful, “it can’t be” part of his mind. There would be no solace for him if she indeed was found negligent.
Rules of the hop: Write 6 Sentences. No more. No less. Use the current week’s prompt word. Link the URL to your post via the blue “Click here to enter” button below. Link is live Wednesday 6:00 PM, ends way late Saturday night! Spread the word and put in a good one to your fellow writers 😀PROMPT WORD: KEY
Never intimidated, a dangerous fault, it occurred to her that it might be a fine idea. The key was just laying there, how could she resist? He always kept the cabinet locked but there the key lay, almost daring her to pick it up. Of course she checked to see if he was still on his cel before walking to the armoire. The lock offered no resistance and she pushed the door wide.
He found her, lying dead at the base of the furniture piece, her raven hair now completely white.
The Future. For my son that has so many options. But that could be said for me as well. What about the planet, civilization, job, relationships, and whatever else may or may not have a future.
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futuristic images, play on their constant video screens
wished for by the hardy, bleak for ones who are timid and shy
determination and strength, are the keys success depends on
the first time we danced together. I was sitting shyly on the side at a table. I watched you with a pretty brown haired girl, laughing and dancing. A song came on I had not heard before and was surprised when you came over and asked me to dance. I nervously joined you on the floor. You held me close and the music or the feelings I’ll never forget.
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