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Weekend Writing Prompt #127 – What the Fork is This?

A word prompt to get your creativity flowing this weekend.  How you use the prompt is up to you.  Write a piece of flash fiction, a poem, a chapter for your novel…anything you like.  Or take the challenge below – there are no prizes – it’s not a competition but rather a fun writing exercise.  If you want to share what you come up with, please leave a link to it in the comments.

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I’ve been doing these challenges for a good while (Thanks, Sammi, for creating and maintaining it) and never, ever put a title on my whatevs. I thought the total word count had to include the title but, after noting quite a few who do, including our facilitator, I decided, well, hell… let’s do it!

What the Fork is This?

I walk around my home and notice there are missing pieces everywhere. Incomplete sets: cutlery, dishes, glassware. Some breakage happens over time; it’s to be expected.

Yet, somehow cutlery that doesn’t belong here is lying in my drawer. Of course no child of mine left any of my good forks at work and took another in its stead. No, I don’t know what I am talking about. What’s the big deal? The big deal is, the cheap shit you brought back does not replace the good stuff I own.

46 thoughts on “Weekend Writing Prompt #127 – What the Fork is This?

    • Honestly. Drives me completely nuts. I had a beautiful set, the top one – all eight pieces of each… now? 5 forks. Plus a bunch of out-of place ones (I could have included a few more…)

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      • Well, at least they sorta make an effort to bring a fork BACK … far better than the fate of the ever-disappearing-teaspoons. My sister swears that there’s a hole at the bottom of the drawer where a teaspoon eating monster lives. 😉
        But yeah … why take the GOOD cutlery, eh?

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        • Uhhhh. Right. What I don’t understand is they don’t wash their dishes. So, how does MY fork end up in “no one else’s hands” while somebody else’s fork ends up in my drawer?
          As for spoons, my kids are no longer of the age to go digging for worms… which still does not explain their disappearance…
          Especially since I bought them Dollarama stuff for that purpose.


  1. Q,

    Buahahahaha! Isn’t that the God’s honest? Why in the hell is the trade in always screwing US? You’d think we might score a plus on the cutlery every now and then, but noooo. And yet, we’re considered aliens for simply wanting our shit to remain a part of our cutlery lineup. As if we should be thankful that they didn’t replace our good stuff with plastic forks and knives . . or worse, with sporks!

    The dishes I’m good with because I long since stopped using anything ‘good’. I’ve got an eccentrically mismatched collection of Fiesta ware at this point, and some odds and ends to go with it.

    Perfect ‘replacement’ challenge!


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    • B,

      I just had to go the funny route this time. And not a damn word of it is a lie! I don’t get it. I bought them dollar store cutlery to use for school and work. Do they take those? Heaven forbid! No, let’s fuck with Mom’s good shit instead. Then act all surprised when she loses her shit.

      Dishes I’ve given up on, myself. Same child who has “replaced” my forks has broken 95% of the dishes that have gotten broken. You know, with your mismatched collection, you are in vogue. It’s called shabby chic 😉

      Thank you. Like I said, I almost went down some sappy route and thought, no, not gonna do it this week.


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      • But mom . . the dollar store stuff is just as good. (Translation- because hey, we didn’t buy your stuff!).

        Heaven WOULD forbid such things from happening. I’m sure they would have to take a remedial cutlery replacement class.

        Yeah, if you hang around long enough, everything has a chic to it! LOL. I used to have that problem, and then I collected so much different Fiesta ware over the years that I said, fuck it. And of course, since I said “fuck it’, there have been no incidents.

        You went with the funny. Ain’t nothing wrong with that. 😉


        • Right. And we don’t give a rat’s ass anyhow.

          Haha! RCRC…

          That is so true. Look at fashion. I am pretty much in the “fuck it” stage as long as they live with me. Maybe one day I’ll … nahhhh

          I often do try to go with the funny with moments of not so much. Keep things real.

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          • No hway! Well . . . no huay anymore.

            Yes. RCRC would be a most popular class.

            As long as you don’t start using sporks at home, you good. I think when you are at the sporks stage, it’s the nadir of all fashion and common sense. It doesn’t get any better after sporks.

            You do it so well. 🙂

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          • Right. Priorities shift, don’t they?

            It probably will have zero attendance when you think about it because… why?

            There will never, and I mean NEVER be a spork in this house!

            Then I’ll just have to do another for Pegman tomorrow 😉

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          • They do.

            The reason for the piss poor attendance is on account of the fact they’ll have to pay for the class, LOL.

            Good girl. No sporks. Those things are evil. I would sooner invite a greenish looking Linda Blair into my house . . .



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          • Me likey shifting priorities. Me also likey the fact that my Le Creuset is still mine!

            Eggsactly. They’d be getting NO bang for their own bucks.

            The spork is proof of humankind’s evil side. It’s akin to the Manhattan Project, how these fucking plastic weapons of the soul came into existence. THAT would be a great diet book, though. The spork diet! You can eat anything you can put on a spork. After a couple tries, you would give the fuck up!



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          • I had a lovely Le Creuset set… All that is left is a mini pot, mini frying pan and I think, if I search hard enough, a mid-sized frying pan. My mother, of all people, killed my other ones!

            None whatsoever.

            Buahahaha! To think whoever invented it thinks it’s the greatest thing since sliced bread!

            Hooooooo Eeeeeee!


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          • I have a lovely Staub Dutch oven that is put away in its box after each time I use it so that the boys can’t even think of touching it. I would kill them dead if I caught them touching it!

            Would it now?

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    • Only coz they are now adults, um… waitaminute… I like to think any rusted and buried out in the garden ones are at the “old” house, long forgotten and replaced by the latest set that now needs replacing.

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  2. Dear Dale,

    I nearly snorted my coffee when I read your title. 😀 I could so relate to the challenge of unmatched silverware. You can always call your table settings eclectic. 😉
    Loved this! You have a gift for the anecdote.

    Shalom and lotsa hugs,


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    • Dear Rochelle,

      I love when I cause a coffee snort! It is the most frustrating thing! And my kids are adults, dammit… this should not still be happening.
      So glad you enjoyed my anecdote 😉

      Shalom and lotsa love,


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