On Monday, for dVerse, it was Quadrille Monday (44 words, max), hosted by De Jackson, aka WhimsyGizmo. We had to use the word “groove” or a version of it. I’m way late to the party but on this morning’s walk to work, I encountered this lady and I suddenly felt like participating. And like my title says, groovy is as groovy does 😉
I cannot help but think of Iris Apfel who, at 100 years of age, has said (Choosing just one was difficult; the proof being that I changed quotes three times!):
“When the fun goes out of dressing, you might as well be dead. You need to pursue your own fancy.”
Both of us on an exercise mission,
cross each other’s paths.
My hello returned with a smile
mismatched olive hat,
and orange scarf,
with wide-legged grey shorts,
black knee-high socks
joining turquoise running shoes
“I’m groovy coz I say so!”
When I saw this week’s CCC prompt, I was fairly certain where I would go with it. Then I did. And went over the word count. Forgiven, Crispina? Hopefully this garnered a chuckle which saved me a good chastising. Hope you enjoy my little silly today 🙂
First, we set up a guard, trying to keep the hooligans out. Maybe we should have made the sign bilingual? No matter what language it was in, they ignored it. And the guard. Not that he put up anything near close a fight, actually. Truth told, he went and hid under the stairs, quivering as they walked on his head, so to speak.
Once past the gate, the hooligans were meant to be discouraged them from crossing the stream on their way to our pond. This time it was in English. Did that deter them? Not on your life. They feared no prosecution. Even laughed from below and wallked all along until they reached their destination.
A sign indicating the water was dangerously deep did not give them pause. Rather the opposite – just like we knew it would. He he he. The over-hanging branch was further invitation. First one dove and landed, head in the super soft muck, legs sticking out from the waist down. Or was it up? We sat back and laughed, watching them help their buddy up and running off our property. We knew this group was taken care of. Why none of ’em ever tests to see just how deep it is, is beyond me. Serves ’em right, little bastards.
It’s Wednesday! And the last day of work for me, followed by a four-day weekend. Again. Wooo hoooo! So, why not play a little with this lovely Russell Gayer image? Thanks, always to Rochelle for hosting this weekly party. I do appreciate your efforts, my friend. Should you be interested in writing your own 100-word story to go with, just click on the frogs below and add you link!
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All five of us in a van for four weeks? Have you lost your mind?
It’ll be great. We’ll get a chance to see most of our beautiful country and part of the States on our return.
Five of us. Together. Four weeks.
Yes. It’ll be great. We each get one hour of music and no one is allowed to complain.
Hah! You think that is enough to stem potential arguments?
And you, have reality.
I do. And I think this will be a trip of a lifetime.
Or will feel like it lasts that long…
Friday Fictioneers is here! I’ve been looking at this pic for a good while, trying to come up with something original. So. instead, you get this! Thanks to Rochelle for hosting this come rain or shine and, this week, thanks go to Liz Young for this wonderful image! Click on the frog below, if you happen to have something better to tell! Remember, 100 words, maximum!
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The Stories We Could Tell
Oh boy! I bet the story for that one is interesting!
No kidding. Kid does a Ferris Bueller, only, instead of putting it in reverse trying to back up the odometer, puts it in drive and it flies off the stand, through the garage and then through the wall!
Good one! How about this? In full War of the Roses mode, wife takes husband’s precious car and instead of squashing it with her big-ass monster truck, puts a weight on the gas pedal and lets it fly!
Oh yeah. That’s good too.
Probably just some dumb-ass who can’t drive.
Friday Fictioneers. On a Saturday! Who’d a thunk? Why not is what I say. Thank you, always, to Rochelle for hosting this weekly challenge. And thanks to Miles Rost for the use of this great picture. Should you want to play, just click on the frog below and add your 100 words’ worth! G’head, it’s a great way to learn how to cut the fat in your writing.
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Just an Illusion
How do you do that?
Balance it all. Get everything done.
Wherever did you get that idea?
I watch you. I see. You seem to have a handle on everything.
Ha ha! Trust me, I don’t. It may look like it but oh, hell no. I do not. Not even close!
I think you’re pulling my leg. Tell me how you do it.
Listen to me. And don’t look too closely. I am the queen of illusion. I flit, I dance, it’s all smoke and mirrors.
Fake it till you make it?
More like baffle them with bullshit.
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!
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?
Wonton. You said–
You mean sexually promiscuous.
More like malicious and unprovoked.
Totally random shot… but this flower is kinda confidently sexy, no?
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!
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.
It’s Wednesday. It’s time to try to write a 100-word story with beginning, middle and end using this picture as inspiration. Some days a bunch of ideas get jumbled together only to be tossed aside by an earworm. Go figure. Sometimes, you just gotta go with the flow! If you want to play along, just click on my singing frog below and add your link. G’head, you know you wanna….
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It was a one-eyed, one-horned, flyin’ purple people eater. One-eyed, one–”
You don’t like?
No! Major earworm!
Fine. Purple rain, purple rain–
What’s wrong with you?
Nothing. How about: Purple haze all in my brain–
You fixated on the colour purple or something?
Yeah, I guess you could say that.
See that picture up there?
Yeah, so? Ohhhh… lemme guess. Rochelle’s prompt?
Yeah. Had an idea about the results of an eye operation left me seeing all things purple.
I just wanna drive ’til I run out of highway, Into the purple sky
When I saw Crispina’s choice of photo for her challenge, I immediately thought of one I had shared very recently. Of course I needs must…
Home Sweet Homes
Oh, I just love your place! It is so green and sunny yet you’re protected from too much sun. That stump makes a perfect table, to boot. However, only one chair? Is it because you prefer to be alone or it’s just the way it is?
Thank you so much. Yes, I do love it. The seclusion is a bonus and it’s not too far from society that I become a hermit! I am hoping to add another chair. How about you? Will you invite me over to your place?
Yes. You should know that I have a bit of a situation going on right now.
What do you mean?
How about you come for a walk with me. Seeing is so much easier than trying to describe it.
Oh wow! What a fantastic view! Riverside! And look at that! Two chairs and such a lovely table, and a lamp! Your décor is rather eclectic too!
Why thank you! So glad you like. You can see, however, there is a situation…
Yeah… Think the water level will go down soon?
I sure hope so. Think I could stay at your place until then? I’ll bring a chair…
Merril is hosting Prosery Monday at dVerse today. Hard to resist. So, why? Only thing is we must use the phrase: “I prefer keeping in mind even the possibility that existence has its own reason for being.” A line in Wisława Szymborska’s “Possibilities”. Well. I did what I could with it 😉
Bundled up against the biting cold, I try to remember Charles Dickens’ quote about it being that type of day in March when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold and can’t remember the rest of it, but know it’s bang on today.
“Gah!” Terri breaks my reverie. “Why does March have to be this way? Like pick a temp, already! Be cold till you’re not but stop teasing us with a few warm days in between!”
I laugh at my friend. “You know, I prefer keeping in mind even the possibility that existence has its own reason for being.”
“What? Da hell hogwash is that? There is no reason to this season! What purpose is there for being so unreasonable? And why are we not inside by the fire with a glass of wine?”
“We had to earn it first!”