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Lydia stands at the wood’s edge.
“Love is accepting things we can not change.” her voice more defeated than longing.
She feels a slight chill in breeze. Her akimbo pose accentuated by digging the top of her right shoe into the faded plank of the boardwalk.
“Oh, it’s a fen.. Well, I don’tt care what he calls it. It’s a swamp!” She swats at bugs that have found her perfume irresistible. “I should’ve had him go to outlet mall first!”
She looks on the distance at him. If I just stands here long enough maybkille no-one will know we are together.”
The garish orange shirt moves.
“Come here! I told you they were here! Its a bunch of White Pitcher Plants!” Lionel waves her toward him.
“Love is accepting the things we can not change” Lydia tries her mantra. Her feet still partially frozen in place.
“You got to see this post on ‘What’s on my plate?'” Riley yells out to his wife Shelby.
“I’m looking at Pinterest. What is it?” Her eyes don’t leave the small screen. “There are 201 ways to fold a dollar to make animal gifts!”
“I’m looking at reheated Budda’s Hand.” Riley is confused by her lack of interest “I mean..this is like alien bones.”
“I need a box. I’m making 20 of these for Jessica. You know she throws a fit if you get her a gift card.” Her eyes still not looking away.
“How would you even eat this stuff? Maybe, it’s looks edible when it’s freshly made.” Riley continues.
“Do you even hear even I talk. I need to finish off my gifts!” Shelby sports an angry gaze to the one not looking.
“Meaning? How do fishnets imply saudade?” She asks with a lenient but fast smile.
“Uh, the site of an extravagant tulip,such as yourself…” my brain malfunctions briefly “Make that coruscant, almost blinding figure. Gentle as ether, and quite intoxicating as well.”
She looks straight through me.
I’m thinking it didn’t sound as good as I thought it did.
3. Forgettery ((n.)forgetting;
6. Demagogue ((n.)orator or political leader, who gains power and popularity by arousing the emotions, passions, and prejudices of the people.)
12. I can’t see the last word if you can let me know otherwise we will go with Pop
Use at least 10 of the words to create a story or poem
The words can appear in an alternate form
Use the words in any order that you like.
Tag: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie and Wordle
“What can you tell me of this…… incident? It seems as if you were hell bent on decapitating someone.” Randy uses his newly found demagogue voice, fitting of the effect of his team leader position.
“Dude, we were flinging the kick balls in that external mesh cage. A few bounced out.” I try lending reason to the conversation.
“Forgettery? Do you not know safety rules at Wally World?” Randy stands with both hands firmly planted on his hips. “It’s not June! It’s the Christmas rush…people are everywhere.”
I ponder my need for seasonal employment.
Randy turns away.
I can’t resist picking up one of the offending kickballs. I throw it and watch smiling as it pops him on the back of the head.
“Tonite, we see the Watchers return.” Ahote stands at the base of News Rock as the Sun approaches the far ridge.
“God, this is so cool. Do you guys come here every year?” Billy looks at hibs Hopi friend in his embroidered jacket.
“It’s based on lunar cycles. My people would come up in large groups years ago.” Ahote scans the horizon as he speaks “We can not come alone. When we see them, say nothing and take no pictures.”
“Oh..Ok. I didn’t know.” Billy looks about the sky.
A flash of light beams toward them. Three silver figures emerge underneath the light.
“Th..th…They” Billy points and his arm waves.
“Shhh!” Ahote watches his friends come closer.
“But they are..” Billy yells and takes off.
“White people are so easy.” Ahote laughs.
Written as part of a challenge called Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writers, details are available at https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2017/11/13/fffaw-challenge-week-of-november-14-2017/
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“The charges are very serious! Do you have anything to say on your behalf?” The judge scowls down at his rebel rouser.
“It’s a smiley face. Hardy gang markings… I mean the old man there is a grump like you…sir.” Manny looks down for another answer on his shoes “Why can’t you people smile once in awhile?”
The judge looks perplexed. “Why I smile! I smile all the time around here. Don’t I Julie?”
The court stenographer looks back a little shocked. “Yes, sir”
“We have a serous job. There are consequences for things. We need to show that here. But I still smile. We try to have…. fun.” the judge smiles like it hurts him Yes, we try to have fun here.”
“I thought a chalk smile was fun! Something nice to see” Manny smiles.
“Chalk, did you say chalk? I’m really wasting my time on graffiti charges!” the judge loses his smile again. “Prosecutor! Give me those pictures and one hell of any explanation!”
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“I am not a coffee drinker anymore! Remember” Mia states as she places her sunglasses across the coffee mug.
“Ok… why did you want to meet here?” Myles looks puzzled
“Coffee is plantation stuff. Horrible labor conditions and chemicals.” Mia thumbs at her phone “Can’t believe anyone drinks the stuff”
“And we are here because…” Myles tries again.
“The Danish are to die for.” Mia talks at the phone.
“GMO’s in the wheat and corn. Hormones in the beef. You know that.” Myles contests ” There’s a reason we never go out to eat anymore.”
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“Boys, WHAT does the Sign say!” Glenda smiles at her transgressers.
Two boys halt as if caught in a spider’s web. They hop off the tandom bike together.
“Ugh. We just live over there. We always cut through here.” Joshua looks back at his younger brother.
“There’s a path. You make that by going over and over my lawn!” Glenda puts her right hand on her hip. Her left hand circles around the boys.
Slowly the boys leave the ground.
“I can keep you off the lawn in more than one way. Allow me to show you the only nice way!” Glenda cackles in laughter.
“Joshua! Let’s get out of here!” Thomas spinning his arms thinking of he flies like a bird it may help.
“Just let’s us go, please!” Joshua shakes as he sees what she had done to them. “We won’t ever did it again. Promise!”
“I know you will only be able to do it once more!” Glenda moves her right hand upward toward the left. She makes a line with hands moving opposite directions. ” I know.”
The boys fall Earthward. They jump on the bike never to be seen hete again.
Written as part of a challenge called Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writers, details available at https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2017/08/07/fffaw-challenge-week-of-august-8-2017/