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Weekend Writing Prompt #162 – Gallivant

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. Thanks for hosting, Sammi!

From the youngest age

Two, if rumours are true

When Mommy was busy

Out the door I flew

 

Mommy had no idea

I’d gone gallivanting

Till the phone rang

Guess who came visiting?

 

An exasperated sigh

Please send her home

What to do?

I still roam!

 

 

97 thoughts on “Weekend Writing Prompt #162 – Gallivant

  1. Dear Dale,

    My dad loved to tell the story of how, in his downtown restaurant, when I was two, Mom would bathe me in the sink. One day I took off down Main street in the buff. According to my dad, cars were going up telephone poles, etc. He did have a flare for exaggeration. 😉
    Now that I’ve made it about me, I’ll get back to the comment. Really cute story. I’d be willing to bet rumours are true. 😉 Mom’s remember those kinds of things.

    Shalom and lotsa roaming,

    Rochelle

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    • Dear Rochelle,

      Not only is it true, I dragged my cousin Suzie with me! I mighta been 3. I did not verify with Mom…😉

      Shalom and Lotsa roaming cross the neighbours’!

      Dale

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  2. Oh, this is a fun one! I could see you, in my mind’s eye, toddling along to the neighbors/relatives house, unannounced … 🙂
    Thank goodness you had the sense to choose a sensible place to roam TO (and not, say, the wild-wild-woods or some creek bed …). Seems your mama knew who she was dealing with … 😉
    Lovely use of the prompt, Gallivanting Dale!

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  3. Nice one, Dale. Parents always remember our misadventures even if we want to forget or don’t remember because we were so young when they happened. My sister once told me that she got into trouble for walking home from school. She was supposed to wait there to be picked up. I don’t think she walked home after that.

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  4. Q

    Once a gallivanter, always a gallivanter. And really, those WERE the good old days, when you the whole world, or at least the neighborhoods you called home, was your oyster and you could go anywhere. The “do anything” part, as you so aptly pointed out, was another matter as our neighbors were involved in what we did. Peeps knew peeps.

    Love your forty six steps back in time.

    B

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    • B,

      I think so… They WERE! Run along the backyards of five-six houses and all the moms knew who you were. By the time I got to the Marshalls, I’d crossed seven! And they were allowed to give you shit, too.

      Glad you loved.

      Q

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  5. I got this one, I got this one! Well, sort of… I have a story I’m putting out today that uses this word, call it short fiction. It’s not a new piece and I used the word in the story a couple of years ago. Does Trent see the future? Well… not really. But I actually may have accomplished one of these prompts! Not in 46 words of course, because this comment is probably already 46 words, I’m nothing if not verbose. Just can’t seem to help myself. I suppose the words end up gallivanting as well, to some degree.

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