dVerse Quadrille Monday was yesterday but I won’t let that stop me! De Jackson (aka WhimsyGizmo) hosted and suggested we bloom out a 44-word poem including the word flower. So here we go!
While snow blankets the ground
As far as the eye can see
The idea of springtime
and the flowers it brings
Feels (is) still so far away
To counter the winter whites
I dust off my vase trio
in preparation
There will be blooms
Another short and sweet one, provided by Sammi.
Waiting for the right mood
Time misspent?
Rehearsing (mentally) what to say and do
Moment illusive
Losing the momentum
Deflated, uncertain, determined
Time to create it
Good Wednesday, my lovely Readers! Today is the day we get our prompt for Friday Fictioneers – a challenge, that once upon a time, showed up on Wednesday, to give writers time to think about what to write for our 100-word story; but somehow, over time, the day became the main posting day. Go figure. Should you wish to read what others were inspired to write, click on the link below and enjoy. Why not try your hand at it… To find out how the rules work, click on Jennifer’s photo (thank you, Jennifer) and you’ll hop over to Rochelle’s blog where she gives the how-to!
©Jennifer Pendergast
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Rob spent the morning going up and down staircases all over Old Québec. Nobody. Where was she? Did she stand him up?
She, was Harriet, and she waited patiently at the top of a Petit Champlain staircase wondering what was taking Rob so long. She had told him where she would be. Did he stand her up?
Rob looked again at Harriet’s message on his phone. “No train station, just a staircase, two half-addresses, not three-quarters. Old Québec Petit Champlain.”
Both avid Harry Potter fans, he thought of the 9 3/4 platform. Was this a clue?
There! 54½ and 71½. He looked up.
“Hello, Rob!”
Good Tuesday. A day late for the Judy’s Monday Numbers game because WP was being difficult and would not let me add my photos. Oh well… These are the week’s choice – the photos from my media gallery that show up when I type in 232. I kinda like the selection. Have a fantabulous day, folks!
Oh great! I press publish and poof! Photos gone? Take two and fingers crossed. So, like Judy, I could not create a gallery. So be it!
A good reading year – 3 more than planned
Cool evening
Golden carpet
Favourite path
When my son lost his friend
Reflections
Hiding under the desk
Maybe we’ll have another
David & Me – Our Sweet & SpicyTable
Chili powders
Snowy Zeke
This weekend’s word prompt to get our creativity flowing, is “mourn”. Perfect timing as I lost my cousin Suzie yesterday morning. 61 is way too young, no matter the cause.
To mourn your cousin
The one closest to you in age
Is just so difficult
Only seven months difference,
I often teased her with:
“I’m older than you are, nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah!”
It drove her crazy
I wish I could again
I’ll miss you, Suzie
Good Wednesday! It’s Hump Day and also the day where the challenge for Friday Fictioneers arrives in our in-box. Would you look at that? It’s my photo! How is girl to resist? She cannot, I tell you. Nope, no way. So I didn’t. To play along, click on my frog below and you’ll zip over to the Hollywood Squares where you can add your link to your 100-word story, easy peasy! Not sure how to play? Click on my photo and swirl over to Rochelle’s blog… She’s the boss of us and tells us what to do. G’head. Fun times are sure to be had!
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Screen door banging behind him, six-year-old Jimmy ran to his room, yelling, “Mommy! The circus is in town and I am leaving and joining it!”
“That’s nice, dear,” she responded, smiling. “Want me to pack you a lunch? Need help with your suitcase?”
“Baloney, please. Where’s the suitcase?”
“Okay. In the hallway closet.”
“Thank you, Mommy.”
“So you’re all packed and ready to go, Jimmy? I’ll walk with you, if you like.”
“Yep. Let’s go.”
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“Mommy? Wait. You might miss me too much if I leave you.”
“Changed your mind?”
“Can we just visit?”
“Should we invite Daddy?”
“Good idea.”
Good Tuesday morning. I had this all planned in my head yesterday but then didn’t know how to get this going. So I used my late husband Mick’s technique and slept on it. It works wonders! Lisa or Li is the host of this week’s dVerse Prosery challenge. She has asked us to use the line: Bury me with the lies I told from Alejandro Escovedo’s song “Bury Me” in our 144-word story. The rules are to use the lines of this song, a form of poetry, right? in a non-poetic way. We cannot change the order of the line, nor add any words but we can change the punctuation. I so love this challenge and, once again, Mick was my muse. Words are different, but the story is the same 🙂
I remember our conversation like it was yesterday. We were watching some TV show, and you turned to me all serious – as serious as you can be, which was rare because you brought levity to everything, and you said to me, “I don’t want you to bury me with the lies I told, my truths, my failures. No, I want you to take my ashes and set them free. Set all the lies – they were the ones I told myself, you know – the pain, the sorrow, everything bad I carry inside me, free. Let them go so they can disperse and cause none what I had had to bear. Try to keep the happy, the good, funny. … Oh, while I am at it, have sexy waitresses serve wings and beer at my funeral.”
Sorry love, I had to draw the line. No sexy waitresses…
Good Wednesday morning, my peeps! The sun is not yet up, the skies are grey and spilling over with rain but hey, we’re here, right? Well, I am fully present and taking in Jen Pendergast’s lovely image, chosen by our Fictioneer-in-Chief, Rochelle. Now how will it inspire? If you wish to play along, or simply desire to read how this picture inspired others, just click on my frog below and you will hop over to the “Hollywood Squares of FF”. G’head, it’s fun!
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Louisa looked up at the ceiling, the beautiful arches and colourful stained glass windows and felt her emotions well up inside her, pushing their way to her eyes, filling them with tears that threatened to spill out. She could fully understand the movie character Georgia, in Last Holiday, when she said to the front desk person at the hotel: “Doesn’t that ceiling just make you want to cry?” And like too many people, she never stopped to really look, take in, and appreciate her surroundings. Why did we (often) need a traumatic experience to open our eyes and appreciate life?
Monday’s dVerse challenge, hosted by De Jackson, aka WhimsyGizmo, was (is) to write a quadrille (44-word poem) using the word “smile”. Well now… I know I can do that!
At our high school graduation gala
We learned we’d receive a “Marque d’excellence”
for one thing that distinguishes us
Wonder what I will get?
“Athletic prowess”
Says everyone
How wrong were they (and me)?
“For her engaging smile”
Which I cherish to this day
*Because Miss Dale Rogerson distinguished herself by her engaging smile, the Directors and teachers are delighted to present her with this Mark of Excellence.
As you know, I love me these short ones! Twelve! Good golly, Miss Sammi!
Salty and sweet
a lovely treat
Sweet and spicy
Cannot be beat!
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