Shopping Trip

I said to my wife, “I am heading out to the store, do you need anything?”  For some unknown reason, maybe it was just the time of the month, or cabin fever, as she seemed to be mad at me and she said, “I told you I don’t need your help, Bozo.”  OK, so that is how it is going to be, maybe she will cheer up later if I can score some toilet paper, but I am not counting on that, and then she said, “Don’t forget to wear your mask, as I don’t want you bringing any germs back home with you.”  I said, “Thanks honey, I already got it, see you later sweetie.”  Just before I got out of the door she said, “Make sure that you check everything carefully, as I don’t want you bringing home another dented can of beans again, as the last thing that I need now is botulism.”

A man in the parking lot of the store saw me wearing my mask and he said, “If you are sick, you really shouldn’t be going out and risking other people’ health.”  I told him that I am fine, and that I was not wearing the mask as a courtesy to others, that it was for my own protection.  I herd on the news that people were stockpiling eggs during the coronavirus crisis as they cook more meals at home and that this is leading to supply shortages and a spike in prices so I figured I would get them first.  I am not the kind of person that pays attention to the cost amount of what everything sells for most times, but I do pay attention to gas prices.  They were out of the jumbo eggs that I usually buy and all they had were these smaller organic brown ones, which were selling for $4.35 a dozen.  I usually check my eggs to make sure that none of the shells are cracked or have a break in them and these looked good, so I put them in my cart.  A clerk came out from the storage room and he restocked all of the shelves.  I guess that I got there at the right time, so I put that dozen back and got my jumbo ones, life is great sometimes.

Written for FOWC with Fandango – Amount, for Maggie’s Innovation Challenge #FUN20083 – Number #2, Use this line somewhere in your story. “I told you I don’t need your help, Bozo.” and Number #3, Use one or all of these objects in your story. A dented can of beans, a dentist, or a marching band, and for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Tale Weaver #268 – Medical hosted by Michael where we are asked to write about something medical, from band-aids, bandages to botulism and as we are in a state at present of heightened awareness about health, you can vent about the coronavirus if so moved, and for Di’s Three Things Challenge prompt words – Time Courtesy Break.

Life During Wartime

Most things that I took as normal, have stopped making sense now.  I am usually an upbeat person although I often remain aloof, however I avoid complaining and the last thing that I want are disappointing disasters that are part of a dystopian future.  I would like to think that we will all eventually recover from this pandemic, if we learn how to navigate with caution.  I am certain that everyone has heard enough advice on what they should be doing to protect themselves through these rough times, but it will be hard for all of us to retain our sangfroid while the grocery store shelves are empty and all of the events that are representative of a normal life are being cancelled.

I have always been a big fan of the elbow bump, mostly because I don’t really enjoy touching other people, but if contact must be made, this is the way to go.  My hope is that we will invent a vaccine that will cure all of the infected people, and also become a remedy for all of the jilted nerves and worried minds that need to be cured.  There is a lot of misinformation out there and myths about the coronavirus and people are so confused at this time, so any thread of information has the chance of going viral.

Written for Sheryl’s Daily Word Prompt – Aloof, for the Daily Spur prompt – Recover, for FOWC with Fandango – Jilted, for March Writing Prompts – Disappointing disasters, for Ragtag Community – Sangfroid, for Di’s Three Things Challenge prompt words – Cancelled Rough Thread, for GC and Sue W Weekly Prompt – The elbow bump and for Word of the Day Challenge Prompt – Advice.

Love Child

I am the byproduct of a teenage pregnancy and my mother was also born out of wedlock.  My mom told her boyfriend that she didn’t want to go too far with him, repeatedly asking him not to pressure her into sleeping with him for fear they would conceive and bring another love child into the world.  Accidents always seem to happen when you are engaging in premarital sex, especially when you don’t use protection.  It was an enjoyable act for both of my parents and although the Pill was around in those days having been approved for contraceptive use since 1960, it was still controversial as my mom was Catholic and Pope Paul VI was opposed to its use.  Teen pregnancy had been on the rise since WW2 especially through the baby boom years.

I have lived my whole life in shame, being an illegitimate bastard, because my father wanted nothing more to do with my mom once he found out that she was pregnant.  If I ever have any children, I will make sure that they don’t have to suffer the indignities that I went through.  Sexual relations that leads to procreation is a serious problem when the couple is not married, as it takes away from the centrality of the family for childrearing and the overall stability and wellbeing of society and it is almost certain to have a detrimental effect on the child.

You think that I don’t feel love,
What I feel for you is real love.
In other’s eyes I see reflected a hurt, scorned, rejected.
Love Child, never meant to be,
Love Child, born in poverty,
Love Child, never meant to be,
Love Child, take a look at me.
I started my life in an old, cold, rundown tenement slum.
My father left, he never even married Mom.
I shared the guilt my mama knew,
So afraid that others knew I had no name.
This love we’re contemplating, is worth the pain of waiting.
We’ll only end up hating the child we may be creating.
Love Child, never meant to be,
Love Child, by society,
Love Child, never meant to be,
Love Child, diff’rent from the rest.
Hold on, Whoa.
I started school in a worn, torn, dress that somebody threw out.
I knew the way it was to always live in doubt,
To be without the simple things,
So afraid my friends could see the guilt in me.
Don’t think I don’t need you,
Don’t think I don’t want to please you.
No child of mine’ll be bearing the name of shame I’ve been wearin’.
Love Child, never quite as good,
(I’ll always love you.)
Love Child, misunderstood.
(I’ll always love you.)
Love Child, never quite as good,
(I’ll always love you.)
Love Child, misunderstood.
(I’ll always love you.)

Written for FOWC with Fandango – Child.


She was afraid that her top would come undone, so she tested out her bathing suit under a torrent of water and to her surprise it held up.  She was not sure if she should embrace or conceal her feminine traits.  She loved the way her new bathing suit looked on her, but it was so revealing and she was basically a shy girl.  She wore it because it was in style, and girls all across the country started wearing bikinis.  She thought about wearing it as a mutiny against her parents, as her mom preferred her to wear more subdued clothing, which always made her feel as though her body was something to be ashamed of, and this caused her a lot of humiliation.  The suit would work out great for being in the water, but it did not hide an inch of her body, instead it exposed so much of her, all of those girly parts that she never wanted anyone to see.

She always heard people say that there was no need to have breasts any bigger than a mouthful, but at sixteen, she was still flat as a post.  The truth often hurts and she was tired of wearing A-cup size bras, but she knew there was no method available for her to flex her chest muscles to increase her breast size, as this could only be done by improving her posture, and pushing her breasts further forward to make them appear to be firmer and fuller.  She would never win a beauty pageant title and she was OK with that, but she had to get off this merry-go-round of hiding her body in public.

Written for Sheryl’s Daily Word Prompt – Mutiny, for the Daily Spur prompt – Post, for FOWC with Fandango – Top, for March Writing Prompts – The truth often hurts, for Ragtag Community – Afraid, for Reena’s Exploration Challenge #125 prompt – Women and womanhood, for Di’s Three Things Challenge prompt words – Flex Title Merry-Go-Round, for Sue Vincent’s Thursday photo prompt – Torrent and for Word of the Day Challenge Prompt – Country.

All Was Revealed

On the surface my memory was fine, although sometimes I did forget things.  To my chagrin, I lost count of how many carbohydrates I had consumed in those deli market delights and that raised my blood sugar, which in turn altered my perception.  The pastries were free, but I should not have consumed so many of them.  I saw this tulip and I suddenly had a profound understanding that it was not good to get mud in your eye, so you might call this an epiphany of sorts.

Written for Sheryl’s Daily Word Prompt – Chagrin, for the Daily Spur prompt – Count, for FOWC with Fandango – Epiphany, for February Writing Prompts – Deli market delights, for Ragtag Community – Perception, for Di’s Three Things Challenge prompt words – Tulip Free Mud, for GC and Sue W Weekly Prompt – Surface and for Word of the Day Challenge Prompt – Forget.

Pragmatic Panda

Rollee Pollee had an easy life, spending most of his time eating tender stems, shoots and leaves of bamboo and he was always well fed.  Rollee did not seem to mind being in a zoo instead of the bamboo forest where he was born.  He would always take a long nap after ever meal, but when he was awake, he was known to muddle around and he was not very tidy.  He was adroit at climbing, but he always moved at his own pace and it never seemed like he was making any progress.  Seeing a vulture land near his crib was very annoying, so he made a bleat sound like a goat to call attention to this potential problem.  It was getting close to mating season and that being only a few months long, he did not want to miss out on any of the action.

Written for Sheryl’s Daily Word Prompt – Adroit, for the Daily Spur prompt – Seeing, for FOWC with Fandango – Progress, for February Writing Prompts – The bamboo forest, for Ragtag Community – Annoying, for Di’s Three Things Challenge prompt words – Muddle Crib Tidy and for Word of the Day Challenge Prompt – Vulture.

Doubly Isolated

The life of a farmer is a difficult one, mixed with perpetual toil in good weather all through the busy season. and perpetual loneliness sets in when bad weather and winter comes along.  The work done by the farmer’s spouse is especially challenging, as she is condemned to a life of hard work from early morning to night, day after day, and year after year.  If a farmer leads an isolated life, the life which his wife leads is doubly isolated, as it is unfathomable how much time and effort is involved in running a farm.

The farmer’s wife is often frustrated and overwhelmed handling the paperwork and farm finances, running errands, researching new farming techniques, figuring out what they should plant and when it was time to harvest.  Raising the chickens and other livestock always seems to be the wife’s job and that is very time-consuming, and tiring.  Most times it is just easier for her to do the work herself, instead of getting into a debate of whose task it is.  It is despicable that the farmer always finds time to smoke his tobacco and strum his banjo, while his wife stays busy doing laundry and sewing, as a woman’s work is never done.  Somehow this does not seem fair!

The threat of droughts always has them praying for rain, floods have them praying it will stop, there are always weeds, and insect damage that they must contend with.  A farm is a wonderful environment to raise kids, as they learn proper work ethic and the values of hard work.  The day came when the kids left for college and the wife was waiting to sell all of the chickens, so they could have a long overdue celebration.  With the children gone and the work load being less, her husband said, “All I need is you, so tell me what you want.”  The farmer’s wife replied, “It would be nice to be pampered and I love eating chocolate.”

Written for Sheryl’s Daily Word Prompt – Isolated, for the Daily Spur prompt – Despicable, for FOWC with Fandango – Debate, for February Writing Prompts – All I need is you, for Ragtag Community – Waiting, for Di’s Three Things Challenge prompt words – Chocolate Isolated Spouse, for GC and Sue W Weekly Prompt – Celebration and for Word of the Day Challenge Prompt – Pampered.