Weekend Writing Prompt #209 – Wanton

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.  This was a fun one!  Thank you for continuing this fun prompt, Sammi!

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What a tramp! Look at her flaunting her bosoms and bottom in that figure-forming dress!

Good grief, how archaic are you?  Why such a wanton attack on a woman who is confident in her own sexuality?

What does Chinese food have to do with this?

What?

Wonton. You said–

Wanton, fool

You mean sexually promiscuous.

More like malicious and unprovoked.

 

Totally random shot… but this flower is kinda confidently sexy, no?

 

Finding His Song

I decided to participate, nay, be inspired by the dVerse challenge from Monday. Sanaa (aka adashofsunny) was hosting prosery Monday and wanted us to use the following line:  “Only mouths are we. Who sings the distant heart which safely exists in the center of all things? – from Rainer Maria Rilke, “Heartbeat.”  We must use the line in its entirety, though we can change the punctuation. We cannot leave out nor insert other words within the line. The story must be exactly 144 words, not including the title.

Though submerged by a dark cloud engulfing him, he managed to trudge forward in life, participating minimally.  Damaged by a love past, he was unable to see the possibility of light and happiness, never mind hear any music.

“Come sing with us, Andrew. It’s all in fun and will surely lift your spirits!”

“Only mouths, are we.  Who sings? The distant heart which safely exists in the center of all things!  She took away my heart and the song within it,” he lamented. “It’s gone and I will never find it again.”

“You are right, you won’t.  Not if you continue in this fashion. You need to step away from that dark cloud, let the light touch you again, my friend,”

“Your friend?  What nonsense, this?”

“Nay, not nonsense.” She tended her hand, “Come with me.  It’s time to see the beauty all around.”

 

 

Right in the Feels

I had planned to finish writing a prosery for dVerse today. Or maybe start a poem on the colour blue, also from dVerse.  Instead, when I got home after walking home from work, I opened the mailbox (because the kids just don’t ever think of looking in that strange box beside the door) and found a card.

When I looked at the return address, I suspected I knew what it was.  What I wasn’t prepare for was my reaction to opening this card.

I had called Mon Vet Privé (My Private Vet) to come and do the necessary to make Zeke’s trip over the Rainbow Bridge a calm and stress-free one.  I will never regret that choice.  The vet, Dr. Monette, and her assistant, Daphnée, were so gentle, respectful and solicitous.

Zeke greeted them at the door and allowed them to check him over, totally trusting them.  They explained each step and it went over exactly as they said it would.  Gently.  They stepped away so we could officially say our good-byes and when we let them know we were done, they came back with a stretcher, a body bag and a blanket to cover him.  We watched them drive away, hearts heavy but knowing we had let him go with grace and dignity.

It’s never easy to say good-bye to a furry member of the family and when the time comes, you want it to be as gentle as this was.  So this card, I got?

Inside the card was a little baggie of his fur (not so sure I’ll keep that – as Iain said, it feels like something a serial killer keeps!) a print of his paw and nose…  I never, ever was expecting that.

It says:  In Memory of Zeke, from all the Team at Mon Vet Privé and the bottom says:  we offer our most sincere sympathies on the passing of Zeke.  Signed by most of the team.

I had heard some veterinary clinics sent condolence cards, but honestly? This was above and beyond I was so deeply touched, it confirmed I had made the right choice.

 

Weekend Writing Prompt #208 – Solitudinarian

Happy Mother’s Day to all the mom bloggers out there celebrating.  You Brits have already done so in March!

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.  Boy, did Sammi ever go digging for this one!  Heck, WP doesn’t even recognise the word!

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May 12, 1996, Mother’s Day.

Baby is due June 21.  “Sorry, you’re not a mother – yet!” was jokingly said.

May 25, 1996, son is born.

A joyous day that is filled with fear

All is not well with his heart and he succumbs

January 17, 1997, son dies.

May 11, 1997, Mother’s Day.

Still not a mother.

I feel like a solitudinarian ~ not physically ~ I am surrounded by loved ones

but in my heart. I might as well be elsewhere, alone

 

March 31, 1998, son is born

May 10, 1998, Mother’s Day

There is no denying this time.

I am still a mother.

My kids and me

 

 

A Word For Wednesday

I knew I could count on Marc to say beautiful words.

Be Sorry . . . Less

The dog is a gentleman; I hope to go to his heaven, not mans
-Mark Twain

I told Dale I would post today’s entry because I just do not want to let Wednesday go wordless. Not this Wednesday.

Zeke passed into the mystic on Tuesday afternoon. And as with any brilliant light, the end came much too soon. Because it is always too soon to say goodbye to such a cherished companion. She referred to him as a beautiful beast yesterday and a more fitting description you will not find. He lived a wonderful life as evidenced by this montage pieced together by the love of his life.

Good night, sweet prince.

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Finding My Face and My Place – Crimson’s Creative Challenge #129

When I saw Crispina’s photo, I knew exactly which one of mine I would matchy-matchy it with.  I had an idea brewing but couldn’t get to it until now. Of course my original idea is gone with the wind but that’s okay.  The joys of letting our muse have its way!

I have no character. There is nothing to distinguish me from another.  I’m just another faceless entity lost in the crowd, overlooked and unremarkable.

Oh, my child, you have much ahead of you. Do you think I was always this wise old crone?  I was once just like you. Uncertain and feeling that I was a never going to be special. We all are, you know.

Oh surely not you!

Surely, yes!  We all start off with the same blank canvas that life will carve and mold into what we are to become. You will see.  I already see much in you.

You do? I can’t believe I will ever become one with the earth again as you have.

Give it time.  It’s all in front of you.

Thanks to Tim for mentioning this song… It’s not but is related, isn’t it?

Weekend Writing Prompt #207 – Wayward

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.  As always, Sammi’s challenge sends me in all sorts of directions!

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“Beep-beep-beep HAH!” Time to run.  One, two three, I count my steps for the next one-and-a-half minutes, serving the dual purpose of gauging my progress and shutting up my brain. Two hundred fifty…

“Beep-beeep-beep GONG!” Time to walk.  Like a wayward wind swirling, my thoughts take off. You’ve made a mistake. You don’t know what you’re doing. You’re being taken advantage of. You can do better. What’s wrong with you? You should–

“Beep-beep-beep HAH!” One, two, three…

 

What a Deal! – Friday Fictioneers

It’s Wednesday!  And looky here! It’s my photo and yet another that was used in a Crispina prompt!  That Rochelle does like to challenge me, doesn’t she? Making me have to come up with something new.  I tell ya. Click on the frog below to add your link, should you be so inspire!

Garden Toad House Frog Home Outdoor Lawn Decor Statues & Lawn Ornaments Garden Décor

What a Deal!

I know we’ve visited quite a few properties but there is one more I want to see. Check the listing:  ‘Lake front property, beautiful views, three bedrooms, two baths’.  It’s a steal at two hundred and fifty K.

Steal or robbery?  At that price I’m thinking it’s a shack, ready for demolition!

Maybe it’s a succession thing and they just want to get rid of it!  Who knows until we go see, right?

I guess it can’t hurt to go visit. Just don’t get your hopes up.

***

Welp. Definitely not a succession thing.

They should rephrase that to In-Lake property.

 

Why Would I?

It is Haibun Monday at dVerse and this week it is hosted by Frank J. Tassone.  It just so happens that I had plans to write about being present in the moment today.  And lo!  It is this week’s subject. How could I not tag along?

Not later than yesterday, I had an exchange with a fellow-blogger and friend.  He loves to take his morning walks accompanied by various podcasts or audio books. This is great for him because he loves to multi-task and is an avid reader with only so much time in the day.  It is great for me because he gives such wonderful book suggestions and has not steered me wrong yet, so I shan’t ask him to stop! He suggests I should try to listen to podcasts, as well.  I beg to differ, my friend. There is so much noise in our everyday lives that when I can walk in nature, I want nothing else but to be present in the moment, to fully absorb the sights and sounds she provides.  From the flowering trees to the buzzing bees, to the wind rifling through the leaves to the wonderful variation of bird calls.  Why ever would I want to tune them out?

nature’s orchestra

trills and chirps, a caw or two

silenced by earbuds

Yesterday’s raucous symphony can be heard here, my friend 🙂 Something tells me your earbuds would have been insufficient.

Weekend Writing Prompt #206 – Restless

Well that went into a totally different direction!  Thank you to Sammi for hosting.

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.

Relentless and restless

they make their way

boring at will

leaving behind

deceptive and beautiful

lacy patterns

 

and death