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.
I live in an Eden prairie, which is like having a slice of heaven here on earth. What I like best about my home town is that it is meticulously clean and it is also known for having the best authentic Italian pasta. Spaghetti? Really? We do have the coronavirus, but people here are good at practicing social distancing and we smile at others while we try to maintain a safe distance staying at least 5 feet apart, especially since we just heard about the 54 new cases of coronavirus in Limerick, Ireland. Grace is a real joker and she is the owner of my favorite Italian restaurant and she is keeping her place open, but only for small gatherings. She placed a bucket on a table near the entrance, which she insists that everyone put their cell phones into, or otherwise they will not be served.
Written for the Daily Spur prompt – Owner, for Maggie’s Innovation Challenge – Number #2 Spaghetti? Really? and Number #3 A rock, a bucket or a broken watch, for March Writing Prompts – Eden prairie, for Ragtag Community – Clean, for Di’s Three Things Challenge prompt words – Smile Grace Joker, and for Word of the Day Challenge Prompt – Limerick.
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.
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.
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.
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.
“Screw you, lover boy”, was the last words that I heard from her. She couldn’t do what I asked her to do and she couldn’t face the fact that our marriage had failed, because she only liked the missionary position. Then I met Jane who told me that I could screw her any time I wanted and she would take me around the world so much that it would make my head spin. She was a unicorn with a rare talent for kinky acts who could think outside the box and make love feel really special. Those were the days and Jane surely knew how to take care of me. It seems impossible, but just 3 days after we met, my heart was filled with devotion for her. I didn’t ever want to lose Jane and I knew that I had to act quickly, so we took a vacation to the romantic island of Maui, Hawaii. I was having the best time of my life till I ate that Puffer fish at the luau, which was poison.
Written for Sheryl’s Daily Word Prompt – Devotion, for the Daily Spur prompt – Make, for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie First Line Friday hosted by Dylan, for FOWC with Fandango – Impossible, for February Writing Prompts – Those were the days, for Ragtag Community – Vacation, for Teresa Grabs Daily Writing Rodeo Round-Up Prompt – where we are asked to feature a character with a strange talent that someone falls in love (or out of love) with, for Di’s Three Things Challenge prompt words – Heart Poison Care, for GC and Sue W Weekly Prompt – Special and for Word of the Day Challenge Prompt – Quickly.