The Bag Lady

In an act of joy, her family put away the protest signs. They owed it to their new leader who realized rural areas needed to be heard also. In his campaign, his team traveled back to his hometown, and made promises. The town hopes they will be kept, to set up a progressive plan, and passing new referendums to stop injustice. The power of a positive speech, lifting the soul of people with hope, not condescension, was what they were longing to hear. Those promises, even if a fraction were accomplished, would be a welcomed turn in a needy world.

https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2020/11/08/wordle-481/#like-2407

Not having much in the way of wealth

If you’re talking about money

Enough to have a good living

In the land of milk and honey

I’m also blessed with family

I write it here a lot

But everything material–

You’re welcome to what I’ve got.

I have two storage lockers, one quite far away

I need to look inside it

Maybe on a summer day

I’m sure the many items I saved, thinking I’d bequeath

Are probably too tattered, but the love is underneath.

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https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2020/11/07/weekend-writing-prompt-182-bequeath/#like-4766

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An error in judgment

The article read

A sudden flash

And Joe was dead

His body lay in a smoke filled pile

Never expecting his end so vile.

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https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2020/11/07/three-things-challenge-412/

Joe leaned back on the brick wall, lighting a cigarette, a dismal reward in his current life’s casserole of despair. In his mind, he had good intelligence on the building, but as he heard the clatter of gunfire, he knew the hardened agonist inside him was wrong.

Plans were made and even as numerous naysayers tried to discourage him, he found a solution to satisfy them. The extra mundane details would not matter in the long run, or so he thought.

When his gang stealthily entered the warehouse, a single bark from a watchdog gave the group an eldritch feeling, but when the police whistle accompanied several armed men, Joe knew it was over.

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https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2020/11/02/wordle-213-2/

So much for diversity, the prolific hate continues. To divulge his needed verdict, he discounts the count.

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https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2020/11/07/rdp-saturday-diversity/

FOWC with Fandango — Prolific

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2020/11/07/your-daily-word-prompt-divulge-ydwordprompt-November-7-2020/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2020/11/07/count/

Many stars right here on earth.

https://thesoulsearchersite.wordpress.com/2020/11/07/6wsp-63/

Bonjour mes amis! If I was going to journal this day, I would begin with cloudy but warm. Snow a week ago but now this. Weird.

All here in USA are waiting for ballot counting to be finished and hopefully adjourn old orange brain’s rule. My meal du jour will be a chicken sandwich. Right now I need coffee. It may be warm outside at 55F but my apartment is always cold.

Have an outstanding jour!

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Nov. 7/2020

He knew she would love it

Bought it with pride

Along with the roses

He kept at his side

Nothing plain for her, he would think

Bubbly pink champagne for her drink

He rang the bell

Stood on the step waiting

All the while anticipating

How the night would end

With her in his arms

And she fascinated by his charms

The door opened and there she stood

Surprised him, thinking he’d been misunderstood

In a ratty bathrobe, bleached hair in curls

He knew this couldn’t be his girl

After meeting online and arranging a date

Realized she had fooled him–what a fate.

Slightly shocked he turned to leave

Champagne and flowers under his sleeve

The old woman called out as he left

My daughter will meet you out on the step

He turned back to see the image he’d seen

On the dating site on his computer screen

She had a laugh and so did her mother

The joke was on him–what a bother

The date was fun. They laughed a lot

This turned out well but your date might not.

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https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2020/11/05/tale-weaver-300-bubbles-november-5th/

My first thought at callipygian was, you’re killin’ me Smalls!

For the other prompts I wanted to use this newspaper clipping

Good news needed while we’re kept in suspense

And the lights going up is promising it all

Christmas is coming and my spirits are dipping

But this guy in the tree is making fun sense

He may have callipygian form – I can’t see

Besides, he’s up in a tree!

I’m just glad they’re keeping tradition

For bored isolation it’s good ammunition.

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This is Cheyenne Depot Plaza with one of the big boots found all over the city. Union Pacific Depot in Cheyenne is a national historic landmark.

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FOWC with Fandango — Surmise

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2020/11/06/rdp-friday-suspense/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2020/11/06/callipygian/

Fandango’s Flashback Friday — November 6