Swinging In The Breeze

Some men just can’t keep it in their pants and they love to take it out and brandish their most prized possession any time they are given the opportunity to do so, putting their pride and joy on display, thinking this will stimulate another.  Size maters, but most women are looking for an average guy, one that is not too big, not too small, one which would work out nice because it would be manageable.  I guess that most women will weigh their options before they select a mate, but I don’t have any actual facts to make a substantiation of this claim.  I think that most women are seeking a commitment, someone that is in it for the long run, so they need to have a few lovers in order to tell what they actually like.  Love is not supposed to a surprise party where you are served mediocre manicotti.

A man must try to leave a lasting impression on the woman that he dreams about being with, so he needs to be versatile, because women are looking for both charisma and sincerity and not having both of these attributes would ruin the moment. I have always wondered if women find it irresistible or unattractive when a guy gets inked or a pierced.  I am not particularly fond of needles but I did hear about this tattoo butter from my Aunt Helen, which will moisturize your skin, so you won’t feel too much pain if you decide to get one.  Finding that special person who you can share the simple joys of life and being truly honest with is not an easy task and you may crash and burn a few times before you figure it all out and find the right person.

Written for Sheryl’s Daily Word Prompt – Substantiation, for Roger Shipp’s Daily Addictions prompt – Moment, for the Daily Spur prompt – Burn, for FOWC with Fandango – Tattoo, for August Monthly Writing Prompts – Mediocre manicotti, for Ragtag Community – Charisma, for Sara’s Closet Full Of Notebooks Prompt – Surprise party, for Paula’s Three Things Challenge prompt words – Aunt Sincerity Butter, for GC and Sue W Weekly Prompts of the Photo Challenge – Size matters and for Word of the Day Challenge Prompt – Options.

End Of Summer

It is the trailing edge of summer and ever since we saw that water snake in our local swimming hole, nobody wants to swim there anymore.  It used to be a place where we would all go to relax, but now our heightened senses have caused an overload and this once peaceful paradise is not the same.  We still go there to hang out, but everyone is too frightened to jump in, even though we learned that they are non poisonous.  We saw it creep out of the water one day to eat a frog, which was very problematic to watch.  The holidays are coming, but I wish the summer would never end.  Next week it is back to school for all of us, it is inevitable we are going back, even though this is against our will.

The weather will change and playing outside will be replaced by doing homework, watching more TV and whatever indoor Olympics we come up with.  I broke my wrist at the trampoline park called Sky Zone and now I am wearing a cast.  I guess all in all it was a pretty good summer, as my Aunt invited me to visit her at her home in Pebble Beach and we went to the Shakespeare festival where we saw Comedy Of Errors.  She makes a delicious chicken noodle soup and sometimes you just have to let summer go, but with a few days left, I haven’t written this one off yet,

Written for Sheryl’s Daily Word Prompt – Errors & Problematic, for Roger Shipp’s Daily Addictions prompt – Wrist, for the Daily Spur prompt – Holidays, for FOWC with Fandango – Written, for Go Dog Go Café Christine Prompt – Against our will, for Go Dog Go Café Tuesday Prompt – Edge of summer, for August Monthly Writing Prompts – Heightened senses, for Ragtag Community – Pebble, for Sara’s Closet Full Of Notebooks Prompt – Indoor Olympics, for Paula’s Three Things Challenge prompt words – Creep Wish Soup, for Sue Vincent’s August 22, 2019 Thursday Photo Prompt – Pool and for Word of the Day Challenge Prompt – Zone.

Come See My Etchings

Back in the 60s, this was the line I used to seduce innocent young girls to get them into my room, so they would feel that it was proper to be alone with me.  After a night of shared passion, one girl actually asked me where my etchings were, which puzzled me as every other girl knew exactly what my intentions were.  I was in trouble, as I had no scintilla of artistic talent, so I showed her a picture of a flowerbed that my 8 year old niece drew.  She said that it was nothing more than masterful scribblings, and she did not consider it to be art.  I came clean with her and told her that I was a busboy and not an artist and that I only lied to show her that I had a sense of humor.

She told me that she was a lawyer and that she could sue me for false pretenses, because I misrepresented myself.  I told her that I had never gotten any complaints before from any of the other women who I lured up to my room to have sex with and I told her that it looked like she needed to unwind and said that I could rub her back for her.  She said that she wasn’t having any of that and she wasn’t about to be duped again.  I inquired about the trip or flight that she mentioned that she was taking and said that I could give her a pre-travel massage to help to loosen up and relax her muscles, as well as increase her circulation.  She reluctantly agreed and when I started taking my clothes off she told me that I should go on a diet.  I asked her if she wanted me to massage her breasts and she said fine, but don’t forget my beaver.  I told her no problem and said that I was happy that the beaver population was coming back in Maryland.

Written for Roger Shipp’s Daily Addictions prompt – Trouble, for the Daily Spur prompt – Trip, for FOWC with Fandango – Diet, for August Monthly Writing Prompts – Masterful scribblings, for Ragtag Community – Scintilla, for Sara’s Closet Full Of Notebooks Prompt – Sense of Humor, for Paula’s Three Things Challenge prompt words – Busboy Flowerbed Maryland, for GC and Sue W Weekly Prompts – Unwind and for Word of the Day Challenge Prompt – Flight.

We Shall Be Released

Susan and Marie were chained to the bed frame as they looked out of the window watching the Sun shining and Susan said, “Any day now, someone will come and save us and then our horrible parents will be sent to jail for how they have been treating us.”  Marie replied, “ You have been telling me the same thing for thirteen years now and I don’t think it is ever likely to happen.  We will never be able to outlast this torture and even though my brain is still fuzzy, I can see how much damage it has done to our siblings.”  Susan said, “We really got the bottom of the barrel when it comes to parents, as I don’t think that many other kids are held captive, starved and abused the way we are on a daily basis”, as she continued to stare out of the window.  The two girls were able to share these serene moments together indulging in their fantasy of being free one day, and making their way to the escarpment above the Donnybrook river, till the alarm woke up their parents and then they would dread the rest of the day.

They did try to escape one day and they successfully slipped out of their shackles, but they couldn’t get the front door open and the commotion that they made woke their mother up from her nap, which made them fail in their attempt and they just get more punishment.  They both had an interest in dancing and this helped them to connect with each other, as they each wanted to be a ballerina some day.  When their mom came in to unlock their chains, they knew that they had to go to the kitchen and prepare ham and eggs for their parents breakfast.  They would get spaghetti, like every other day and they had to follow the hierarchy, so they could only eat after their siblings had finished.

Today was Sunday, so the whole family was going to church and Susan and Marie were required to help their mother get dressed and they would be careful not to have another one of those nail polish nightmares, like when they spilled a few tiny drops on the floor and they were beaten for over a month for doing that.  Susan knew how to grit her teeth and walk the walk which helped her to endure any harsh punishment that was dealt to her.  She realized that her siblings had to watch her being punished, so she remained brave being overt which led her to become an effective advocate for them to look up to. Susan understood her place, but she kept a knife inside the cuff of her top in case she had to use it.  Sometimes you never know what is going to happen, so she also created a spice potion, that she could fling into the eyes of her abusers and if she ever saw the right slot to escape again, as she was more than ready to wheel out of there.

Written for Sheryl’s Daily Word Prompt – Outlast, for Roger Shipp’s Daily Addictions prompt – Spaghetti, for the Daily Spur prompt – Damage, for Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #27, for FOWC with Fandango – Advocate, for August Monthly Writing Prompts – Nail polish nightmares, for Nova’s Daily Random Word prompt – Overt, for Ragtag Community – Serene, for Sara’s Closet Full Of Notebooks Prompt – Fuzzy, for Paula’s Three Things Challenge prompt words – Ham Ballerina Interest, for Word of the Day Challenge Prompt – Hierarchy and for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Wordle 147 – Connect Dread Frame Just Alarm Spice Place Potion Stare Commotion Fail Fantasy cuff, sometimes, grit, fling slot, effective, walk, tiny, watch, Donnybrook, escarpment, wheel.

My New Identity

The capitol grew rank in the summer heat, the humid streets clogged with sweating tourists and rats.  I made a concoction of orange zest, juniper berries and hibiscus petals which I added to my Tanqueray, as this juniper and hibiscus gin cocktail would help me to face the day.  I felt genuine, authentic, and comfortable about my transgender appearance and I was able to accept my new identity, but it was my duty to civilize all the rest of these barbarians who did not understand.  I have always known that I am a woman, even though I was born as a man.  I was expecting to be met with some acerbic remarks from those people who did not know that I was transitioning into a woman.  I needed to change out of my sweatpants, so I could go to court today and have the sex changed on my birth certificate and driver’s license.  I would also have my name changed from Daniel to Danielle.

I hoped this would be exciting and liberating, but I was prepared for the scary and difficult when I gave my friends and family an explanation about my new identity.  I knew that my brother would grin and make endless jokes about my new body, but deep down he would understand better than most of the others, because he is gay.  Should I dress sexy or demure, there are so many choices when you are a lady and I have all these new outfits to wear.  I would like to show off my new boobs, but I don’t want to look like a stripper.  Before when I was a man, I could just grab something that looks clean, not too wrinkled and out the door I went.  I should have taken a course in time management, as this decision process of choosing the right outfit was already starting to bug me.  I checked the weather report and I found something that I thought was appropriate, provocative and it felt exciting.  I finished off my look wearing a scarlet begonia tucked into the curls of my hair.

Written for Sheryl’s Daily Word Prompt – Civilize, for Roger Shipp’s Daily Addictions prompt – Grin, for the Daily Spur prompt – Explanation, for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie First Line Friday hosted by Dylan, for FOWC with Fandango – Authentic, for August Monthly Writing Prompts – Juniper and hibiscus, for Nova’s Daily Random Word prompt – Transgender, for Ragtag Community – Acerbic, for Sara’s Closet Full Of Notebooks Prompt 309 – Time management, for Paula’s Three Things Challenge prompt words – Sweatpants Court Begonia and for Word of the Day Challenge Prompt – Endless.

Just A Fool

Day after day that man climbs the hill.  He is skinny looking, a bit like Ichabod Crane and he doesn’t appear to have enough sense to come in out of the rain.  Nobody wanted to know him, as they all felt that he’s just a fool with his head up in the clouds.  Sara was a newbie in town and she felt that the people were being cruel to him, so she walked across the grass and up the hill to meet the strange man.  She introduced herself and asked the man how he was doing.  He said, “My name is Boojum Snark and I feel fine.”  Sara told him that she never heard the name Boojum before and then she asked him how he got that unusual name.  Boojum said, “I was born under a boojum tree and boojum is actually a phenomenon in physics associated with superfluid helium.”

Sara said, “I had no idea, but out of all of the laws in physics I find superfluidity to be the best methods for understanding how black holes behave.  I saw a video of helium that was cooled down to the point where it was able to do things that other fluids can’t, this superfluid liquid can flow without friction and climb up and over the sides of a dish, and remain motionless when its container is spun.  Do you mind me asking you why you are always walking back and forth on the top of this hill?”  Boojum said, “I saw a spot of darkness one day, which I think may have been caused by photons falling into a wormhole and leaving a tiny empty space behind, so if there is a wormhole here, I hope that I can find it.  It is not very big, probably only about the size of a pin, but seeing it that one time has kept me fascinated, due to the potential that it could allow faster-than-light travel and maybe even time travel.”

Boojum grabbed a tissue to wipe his eyes as he continued, “I wish that we did not make such a mess out of this planet, but since we did and there is no reset button for us to press, we may have to start over on another planet.  I want to improve space travel and I will keep trying to find a stable wormhole, as I feel it is here and I know that I am close.”  Sara said, “Sometimes I feel like I want to ditch this whole universe, but what if the wormhole took me to a place that was full of dinosaurs and it gave no overt sign of containing any wine or lasagna.  For now, I am happy seeing a wormhole on my desktop, as I have no desire to travel to the distant regions of the universe and make contact with alien civilizations and risk getting lost in the immensity of dark space.”

Written for Sheryl’s Daily Word Prompt – Improve, for Roger Shipp’s Daily Addictions prompt – Pin, for Mathew’s Daily Inkling prompt – I feel fine, for the Daily Spur prompt – Hope, for FOWC with Fandango – Newbie, for August Monthly Writing Prompts – That one time, for Nova’s Daily Random Word prompt – Overt, for Ragtag Community – Grass, for Sara’s Closet Full Of Notebooks Prompt 308 – Reset button, for Paula’s Three Things Challenge prompt words – Desktop Lasagna Tissue, for Sue Vincent’s August 15, 2019 Thursday Photo Prompt – Man on a hill and for Word of the Day Challenge Prompt – Wish.

State Of Transient Lapse

I used to daydream in school not paying attention to what my teachers were saying and entering my own external world. Most of my teachers though that I was a scatterbrain, a space out, or at least unfocused when I entered my own private Idaho or went to Lala land.  The whole class period would go by and I would have no idea of what actually happened.  When the bell rang I would go to my next class and have no memory of what I was dreaming about.  I read that daydreaming can enhance a person’s creativity and allow the daydreamer to have one of those ah-ha moments of sudden insight about a situation and maybe that is what happened to Newton when he sat under that apple tree and thought about gravity. Daydreaming may allows you to uncover thoughts and ideas you that did not realize you even had or let you look underneath the surface to understand your thoughts better.  In a way your mind becomes unhinged when it is allowed to roam freely.  Lewis Carroll in Alice in Wonderland said, “Imagination is the only weapon in the war against reality.”

Written for Sara’s Closet Full Of Notebooks Prompt 307 – Daydream.