It might seem insignificant to most
But I have to boast
I have been and seen after his wean
A baby tiger at play in a stream.
As he started to plash
I thought I must dash
My camera to find—
The sight to bind.
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Opportunity!
Last on the Card
I’ve been listening to books in the Audible app. I love this guy’s voice and interpretation so my curiosity led me to look him up. Wow—I got the blonde hair right😂
https://bushboy.blog/2022/02/01/last-on-the-card-january-2022/
MLMM Wordle #273
I stuffed my fists into my wool mittens, the cold always an impediment to my hardened arthritic fingers. A morning walk is my gift to myself. I lift my gaze to the grey sky, a freezing morning indeed, Mother Nature.
The crunch of snow and ice on the sidewalk under my boots made a robin jump aside but he returned shortly to pecking at the carrot nose on the snowman. The neighbor kids had tried to drench their downed trampoline to make a place to skate on and the weather was cooperating.
In a nearby alley, an older man than I decided to sit and warm by a metal trash barrel full of hot coals, which emitted warm smoke. He was one of many destitute since the plague had spread. I bought two coffees and handed him one. It follows that not many businesses were going to hire a guy like him, untrusting as everyone is these days. He then asked me to join him to warm my hands, as if I was a guest at his table.
Times were already hard and 2022 didn’t look like it would be much of an improvement for these displaced men.
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https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2022/01/31/wordle-273/
Love Is In Da Blog 2022
Success! It was with help from a fellow blogger, thank you Di, that I found this prompt. That’s one reason WP is successful, even with all the ups and downs, updates and whatever, there is plenty of love here in da blog community.♥️👍🏻☺️
Prey
He sat on the heavy branch, seeking orientation, as his eyesight was beginning to grow dim. He watched carefully before his flight, the integrity of his vision wavering. Then as if something bizarre occurred he saw movement. The ground squirrels were running to a new burrow.
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https://fivedotoh.com/2022/02/01/fowc-with-fandango-orientation/#like-66352
Fandango’s Story Starter
This week’s Story Starter teaser is:
I didn’t think that what I did that night was that bad until…
We drove into my driveway and found my beyond angry dad standing in the way, hands on hips. That gesture was always a warning.
It was New Year’s Eve and we had been to an ice skating party at a friend’s. The snow had been coming down and just starting to dissipate as we drove in. Admittedly I was arriving home late, two hours late and no attempt at an explanation was allowed.
My dad grabbed me out of the car, took the skates and slammed them down on the hood of my boyfriend’s pride and joy. I winced thinking I’d probably never see him again! I went into the house to see my friend and her mom and my mom all staring at me like I had committed a crime. (There is a secret around this that’s not mine to tell).
My mom said to me something I will never, ever forget, “I’d rather you were over a snowbank dead from an accident than seeing you with him!” Rather see me dead? I was incredulous.
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https://fivedotoh.com/2022/02/01/fandangos-story-starter-31/#like-66450
Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge
Charlie was my uncle. I only found this out a few years ago. My father’s little brother died at the age of six. He never talked about him and I don’t know how or why he passed away. It must have been too painful for my dad to talk about. I would have liked to know about him, but it’s too late now. Rest in peace, Charlie.
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https://godoggocafe.com/2022/02/01/tuesday-writing-prompt-challenge-february-1-2022/
Word Craft Poetry – Cinquain
oh blue,
you are my fave—royal, sky, or sea I crave
with red and white it ever waves, of such colors I may rave
it seems they calm my soul to save the
true blue
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This is one of the descriptions I found on the Cinquain form:
Cinquain poems are just five lines long, with only a few words on each line, making them easy to write. The first and last lines have just two syllables, while the middle lines have more, so they end up with a diamond-like shape, similar to the poetic form called the diamante.
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JJJ#31
“Now why would you say that”, he turned so she couldn’t see his smile.
“Because you know it’s true, you just let the guys you work with influence you!”
“Vaccinations are for sissies”, as he keeps turned away.
“It’s not funny, it’s serious! I’m worried about you!”
He turns and holds her close. “I was vaccinated last week. I was just joshing you.”
“NOT funny!” She stomps off.
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Daily Prompt – JusJoJan the 31st, 2022
The Sunday Whirl
Dust stirred up as the family truck skidded to a stop in front of the house. No sign of his honey hued skin and long black hair was visible to them but they knew he had been there.
No books could satisfy the animal hunger their daughter experienced, no movie or television program could do it. When dark clouds and chilled wind blew the silky fronds of the broken milk pods, they knew he would be leaving his lair to come to her again.
They should have checked the weather before they left for town. They rushed in, hoped they were not too late.
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