Fiction; word count: 100
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POETIC JUSTICE
“Hold on,” said Ben who had just gotten dumped by the barmaid, “I feel a limerick coming on.” “Is it painful?” asked cheeky Dotty McDonald. “Just five lines in anapestic.” “Painful, then. Let’s have it.”
There once was a barmaid who never Spared a kind word for this feller While she binged on the prunes He bought her from Koon’s He absconded with her toilet paper.
“A revenge poem. I like that,” Dotty hooted. “Is it true?” “Clever devil. It took some planning,” his buddy John remarked. “There’s no going back after that,” Ben admitted. “Another romance down the toilet.”
What can I say? The creative juices, they were a’flowin! So depending on whether you like verse or story or naught, read either or neither, with many thanks to our Friday Fictioneer hostess, Rochelle, who has kept us as a band of brothers and sisters in service to the muse the outgoing year through. Happy New Year and blessings to all! ❤️
Lena rummaged through her backpack behind him. “Do we have to do this?”
Eli snorted impatiently at his best friend. “Don’t you want to know why kids from this school have gone missing? Mr. Drobkoni’s gotta be a vampire. I’ll stay here. You keep a lookout. Whistle when you see him coming.”
“Right-oh,” Lena said. “Here.”
Eli held the mirror so he could see over his shoulder.
Lena had already left.
She’s fast, he thought.
“What’s that?” asked Lena behind him.
He turned around quickly. “The dead travel fast,” he said, suddenly pale.
I could feel her soft, wrinkled hand tightening on mine. I don’t know how long we stood before she finally spoke.
“I was looking out that window over the sign. I saw your grandfather’s mother kill mine. Just because she wasn’t the same color. It’s been seventy years now. It feels like just yesterday.”
I got my tongue working. “Grandma, how could you marry him?”
She turned, soft brown eyes wet with tears. “It wasn’t easy but love won. Hate lost. You’ll be going off to college soon. You won’t forget that, will you?”
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Oh happy day when I discovered via Cee’s Photo Challenges site, Carol’s Cheerful Selfie Challenge #1:CCSC is an opportunity to share a photograph you have taken, that you were in somewhere. Maybe even by accident or intentional.Here are her guidelines:
A photo of you doing something special. Boy I’m proud
Creating a memory. I was here doing this…
A photo of you in a mirror ( hair cut, new hat, should I get this dress?
An image where you only catch part of yourself (my toes get in flower shots more then I want.) sometimes it’s cute
Photo with you and one other person even a whole group of friends (screen shots of zoom groups count )
Just your finger pointing something out.
An I.D. Picture
Selfie from archives are welcomed
The Prime Directive is Have Fun.
Usually staying out of the picture is my priority when the camera’s pointed my way. But I love Carol’s idea of sharing a little bit of ourselves in our pictures. Here I am in my neck of the woods:
Photojournalism at its worst: caught red-handed reaching for the only magnolia on the tippy-top of this little sapling. No leaves or blooms were harmed in the making of this selfie. If only I’d had a tall companion with me.
Something about ferns cheers me. Like seeing dandelions growing in pavement cracks, spotting ferns in bursts of green under shady trees or hanging under shady porches is like seeing familiar friends. This one hangs out on our deck enjoying the summer sun.
This Jolly Beggar 