The Bag Lady

She pulled up the bike under their window. Not much to see here she thought. It’s one of those blah, colorless days where you think, all right I will persevere. What I really want is to see sunshine and blue skies, not only out here, but in my life. I thought we were meant for each other, but now our relationship is grey, with no sparks. She tiredly climbed the steps to their apartment after a hard day’s work.

Opening the door, surprises of starlights, candles, flowers, a beautifully set table. He had also felt it—time for a change.

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100 words

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As she looked at him, steam seemed to be emanating from inside her body. Sensual thoughts caused changes in the temperature of the room. As he approached, his touch was ice cold, his eyes turned black and his face paled. She let the subtle feeling of fright devour her, as he came closer. She felt wildly desperate for his kiss. Even though this exotic pill of desire might overwhelm her, cause her to scream out in passion, it was worth it. She was ready to die.

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She couldnt decipher the message. All is lost she thought, I’ll never see him again.

Marie hoped the man she fell in love with was real, not the perfectly human creation her father conceived for her.

Decision’s made. She would find him. Love is love. All she needed was an oil can.

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280 characters

Twittering Tales #152 – 3 September 2019

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I have two friends I’ve known for 70 years and we went to school together. I haven’t actually seen them for years as we live across the country from each other.

I do. Probably that is obvious as I voice my opinions frequently here on the blog. But I have sincerely apologized when I’m wrong. I like to argue/discuss.🤓

The movie I remember most I was about six years old, and went to see “War of the Worlds” with my sister, 12. I spent most of the time with my head in her lap, scared silly!

Let me count the ways….I would do anything for a friend.🙄

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Looking through my huge book of Bartlett’s Quotations, found this one while looking for positivity quotes, seems applicable to blogging:

“Not picked from the leaves of any author, but bred amongst the weeds and tares of mine own brain”. Sir Thomas Browne

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Thinking positively, I was tempted to put on a song that has been running through my mind today from “The Life of Brian”–“Always Look on the Bright Side of Life” but the video might be offensive, so if you’re curious, look it up yourself. Monty Python rules.

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Sage advice honestly given

Received with spicy retort

Perhaps a gray green leaf or two

Should be taken from the sage’s book.

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Sage is one of my favorite spices, bringing memories of Thanksgiving and Christmas. I grew sage in Colorado. Writing that brings memories of a wonderful life there.😌

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Bittersweet memories lead to disdain as my sister once again freezes her family photos on the Facebook screen. I sank bank on the cushion and hugged my cat. When would she realize her constant happiness paraded to all seemed a sadistic trend to some? The perfect mold of family togetherness, the beautiful home, the constant pride of what she beheld–did she even realize her wealth?

My own life similar only to a misconstrued paper airplane, always descending too soon.

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My first thought, Chris Isaak:

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My mountain home

My getaway

Very efficient

In every way

The view is great

With lots of room

And if there’s trouble

I can quickly zoom

Off and up on any day

To another location right away

No strings, no tethers hold me down

No foundation hitched to the ground

Freedom is all I say I’ve found

It’s my philosophy profound.

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Today’s prompt: burglar, tutu, geometry

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Sneaking into the professor’s office at eleven that evening, was not a burglar, but two students. Joe and Jack crept over to the filing cabinet. Their goal was to gather the forthcoming exam and copy it to study. Geometry had never been either student’s forte and this was their misconceived idea to rectify the situation.

Both students had spent the earlier part of the night in the theater department, rehearsing the all male production of Swan Lake. Neither young man had time to change from their costumed tutu and it became quite unwieldy as they snuck into and out of the office window.

All was going fine, exam papers retrieved and copied, stuck into one’s tights, and they thought their mission accomplished. One final misstep as they were leaving, when Joe’s tutu was caught on the stick used to prop up the window. Hanging on the edge of the window sill, he could either let go and fall to the ground or unhook the tutu. He chose the latter, the stick fell, window shut quickly causing the glass to break, and setting off an alarm.

The collapsed caper resulted in two ballet buffoons quickly quashed by campus cops.

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