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Link here: 6 December 2013
Photo Copyright -Randy Mazie
Boys Will Be Boys
John and Josh are too young to understand the significance of growing up in Dauphin County, all they are interested in is the abandoned garage on the other side of the fence.
For the last week they have been keeping a secret, they have found a way to pass beneath the barriers without sounding the alarm.The building is now headquarters. From there they will save the world, like superman.
Mother decides to look in on her sleeping boys, they seem exhausted lately and this worries her. Opening the door she sees the twins glowing brightly in the darkened room.
Smiling gently she crosses her three arms. What can you do? Boys will be boys.
Once again, we have been given an awesome photo to work with..What ? No pigeons ?
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– Photo by Alastair Forbes
The dating game
Debbie had a mad crush on the client she was presently serving. She knew his order by heart, half-caff / decaf no sugar. He had never wavered from his choice of beverage in the months she had served him. Every Monday and Wednesday 9 a.m. sharp.
As he turned to walk away he suddenly turned back
There will be a party on Saturday night. Would you be available to go?
Give me your address and I will send a car to pick you up at 7:30
Taking the napkin with her hastily scribbled information from her sweaty palm he walked away without another word.
Saturday arrived and Debbie had taken great care with her appearance. She’d had her hair and nails done at an expensive salon and had chosen her best dress. Looking in the mirror she was quite pleased with what she saw.
The car picked her up at the appointed hour and after a short drive , they pulled into a long entryway flanked by imperial lions. To her surprise the car continued around to the back of the imposing mansion to where Mr. Wonderful awaited her outside.
As he escorted her indoors she realized that they were in the kitchen.
You can hang your coat over there. The aprons are on the back of the door. Please begin by serving the hors d’ouvres
I will always be ready
to hold your umbrella
and shelter you from storms
I’ll share in your rainbows
and all of your sad times
for you and I are one
written for weekly writing challenge
sunlight hidden behind clouds
tiny flakes appear
fall winds whipping trees
bending their naked branches
small birds seek cover
while we were sleeping
there fell a blanket of white
winter came knocking
in the sun’s warm embrace
snow becomes puddles
watching men in suits
scraping ice off of windshields
their backs to the wind
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Link here 29 November 2013
The frightened janitor was steadfast in his refusal to finish cleaning the breakfast area. “I could hear voices whispering” he complained “it got so cold in there I could almost see my breath and there were puddles of water everywhere”
The captain and his first mate exchanged knowing looks, this had happened to them before.
“You have nothing to worry about, they won’t hurt you” the captain explained ” it is the crew of the Edmund Fitzgerald. Their freighter sank in a heavy storm with no survivors. Every year since, they have hitched a ride to shore on the tenth of November. “
“Remind me again why I am freezing my tail feathers sitting in a line- up at 3 a.m. on a Sunday morning when I could be tucked in my warm nest.” She yawns loudly.
“I told you already..the new Z Box 2014! Surround sound, robe of invisibility, like you are there technology, so realistic you can smell your enemies fear..” His eyes glaze over. “come on, be a sport and stay with me. I’ll owe you. Please?”
“Oh for crying out loud you are such a squab. Damn it. You are going to owe me BIG. What time does this stupid store open?”
“8 o’clock sharp. Tomorrow”
Trifextra: Week Ninety-Five
And now your Trifextra prompt. This weekend, writers, it’s up to you. We want you to choose a word and use it three times in your 33 words. However, it must be either a verb, noun or adjective and the form of the word cannot change, it must appear exactly the same three times. Please highlight your chosen word in your piece before linking up below. – See more at: http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/#sthash.fuJAtly5.dpuf
And now your Trifextra prompt. This weekend, writers, it’s up to you. We want you to choose a word and use it three times in your 33 words. However, it must be either a verb, noun or adjective and the form of the word cannot change, it must appear exactly the same three times.
One particular palm Sunday, Harold decided to use his palm to slip cash off of the collection plate. On his way out of church a cocoanut fell from a palm tree, killing him.
Trifextra: Week Ninety-Five
Photo Copyright – Sean Fallon
He has the body of a god and the face of an angel. It took me three trips to haul all the parts from where I found them to my waiting boudoir. I slid his reassembled body beneath the sheets on the side of the bed where you used to lay. Naked, I climbed in beside him and snuggled close. Amazing how the two of you are so much alike. You are both cold and shallow, no heart, no passion, no love. On the plus side, he does not fart and never hogs the blankets. I think I’ll keep him.
It is solved by walking. – Algerian Proverb
Animal trainers will tell you that the best way to solve conflict between dogs is to leash them together and take them for a walk.
In a short time they stop growling and begin moving forward as one. A pack.
Ah, but if humans could be trained as such ! Tethered together they could be led through one another’s territory. Past starving mothers with empty breasts valiantly trying to nurse their infants. Through neighborhoods where children play among the rubble of war. Traversing places where opulent mansions overshadow makeshift accommodations of the homeless.
Would they be able to turn their eyes away, or would they finally see that we too are a pack meant to share this planet and live as one? Could misery and war be ended if we all took a walk?
of same flesh and blood
but will mankind judge your worth
by color and race
the country you call your home
and to whom you pray at night