The Bag Lady

Okay I’ll admit it, I think I’ve lost a few chips on the way, but I’m still here! Take this date for instance, 7-19, happens to be the “best used before” date on a half gallon of milk. It’s unopened because I was waiting for some help navigating a large boiling pot of macaroni. I haven’t had any, and that’s why the milk is still there. I intended to make an old Vermont favorite, Mac and cheese. I had purchased the sharp white cheese and it too is sitting in the fridge unopened. Why am I telling you this? Because my brain chips are revolting and I had the date wrong on a granddaughter visit. Since I live by myself, I’ve decided to freeze the cheese and the milk? I hate milk so probably will end up down the drain. I’ve always been a plan ahead person, organized, etc but I think the memory chips are fading. Or maybe they left to boost someone else’s memory…probably a Trump follower…oh the pain!

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The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS July 19, 2025

“Okay, take a good, long, hard look. See what happens when you decide to explore other worlds, go “to infinity and beyond”, “explore strange new worlds, to seek out new life and new civilizations, to boldly go where no man has gone before”? 

“All right, I’m not exactly a man in the human sense, but you get my drift. Checking out “a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away” may seem a great adventure at the time, but believe me, it’s not all it’s cracked up to be. Take me for instance. There I was a young Chlorom from my home planet of Chloromentas in one of those bright pea green galaxies you’ve never seen, yet, anyway, wandering around trying to decide what my future would hold.

We watch TV too you know, I had seen all of those space shows, starting way back, a few centuries before Earth was even a twinkle in the Milky Way’s eye. My friends and I thought, what the heck, we’ll just jump out of orbit and explore!

To make a long story short for you Earthling…I know that’s your preferred style…they thought it would be a great joke on me to zip off and leave me stranded. Even in New York City or the Trump Whitehouse, I couldn’t hide for long.

I ended up here. Unfortunately for us Chlorons, our head outlives our body by centuries, so I’m stuck here on display. Not a historical, scientific artifact per se, but to be ridiculed daily by the likes of you, in the “Ripley’s Believe it or Not” museum! 

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Sunday Photo Fiction – July 30th 2017

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Fandango’s Flashback Friday — July 18th

The game Tombola started late which was a godsend for Paul and Jim. The climb up to the game hut was arduous but Jim didn’t gag on his water bottle often. The camping trip was no thriller, but fussy Jim made a good effort to enjoy it. Being a Scorpio, was passionate and loyal to lover Paul.

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Can You Tell A Story In…

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18 July 2025

My kids gave me an Alexa dot for safety. I never use it. It quietly sits there so I wanted to check if it was working. I said, “Alexa are you sleeping?” She said “no, I’m always wide awake!”🤓

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One-Liner Wednesday – Did I mispronounce it?

heartbeats

shaking hands clenched

toss aside warm towel

ignore water drops so blinding

dive time

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https://ronovanwrites.com/

I wrote about a friend last week, and found out she really wasn’t. Politics were involved and I found out she had drunk the koolaid. I tried to explain even though he is president doesn’t mean he’s not an ass——. She hung up asked me never to text her again. We live in the same apartment building so I knew we’d come across each other sooner or later, happened today. As I was rolling down the hall the elevator door opened and there she was. I said “Hi”, smiling. She just looked down to the ground so I kept rolling and said, “Not speaking to me yet? Your loss.” And it truly is.

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This Week’s Writer’s Workshop Prompts: July 17, 2025

He stood with his back to the station

Suppose he was waiting for inspiration

The train was just pulling in

He put his tablet in the alligator skin

The bag matched the boots he wore

Showing off maybe, or something more?

The train puffed a bit of smoke

When she appeared through it, inspiration woke.

He couldn’t take his eyes off her

Dressed in a coat trimmed with white fur

He stood straight and made his way

Over to her and asked if he may

Carry her bags, in a gentleman’s proffer

She said why yes, that’s a nice offer

He would be happy to, furthering pursue

She relinquished her cases, it was his coup

Such meetings an off chance you’ll meet your mate

He thought he might have though remained sedate

He was sure she was used to having men take her side

So attractive he thought they can’t be denied

He carried the bags into the hotel

She carefully looked back at him, his chest swelled

“Can I offer a drink as a thank you?” She asked.

“Ah, yes, that would be lovely, but these are no task.”

This story could go on with more romantic play

But I think their future has no arrière-pensée.

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Writing Prompts

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Fandango’s Story Starter #209

My Turn

When is it going to be
When I matter as much as he
Children come, they go
Do I even know
It has to be soon
Foolishly asked the moon
Wished on a star seemed dream hewn
When will it change, rearrange for me?

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dVerse Q227 – Welcome as we reTurn after the break & Happy 14th Poet Pub Anniversary!