Haven’t Got a Clue

Every post needs a title and since I am making this up as I go along, or you might say winging it, this is as good as any.  I looked over all of the prompts for today and I will decide on a course of action as i go along, using my own initiative and perceptions, so please bear with me while I am flying by the seat of my pants.  I will be using my instincts and going without a flight plan, hoping that I can come up with a scintillating post filled with lust, or at least one that is not too long, that you won’t read and just pass by it, or as Dango says TLDR, ‘too long didn’t read’.

I don’t have all day to write this post and that is a good thing, as I feel that deadlines actually drive creativity and they can help you to do your best work.  I don’t perform my best under stressful conditions, but the big idea behind being driven by a deadline is that it makes you prioritize your ideas and not sweat the small stuff and this allows your writing to be powerful and not persnickety. I  have enough ambition to finish what I start and getting to the finish line always makes me happy.  Sometimes I am not comfortable with the prompts, but I accept them for what they are, as without them, I would not have much of a story.  If I was comfortable with all of the prompts, my posts would probably end up being boring and that would make me unhappy.  We are all seeking comfort and happiness, but sometimes they tend to work against one another, much in the same way that writer’s block works against creativity.

That awful fear of not knowing where to start or where you are headed, or that what you will write is not going to be good enough is something that most writers face.  Writer’s block will hinder your creative spark, take away your prolific ideas, remove that drive that allows you to be innovative, so you won’t be able to explore, express, and make your own unique contribution to the world, even when you are given ingenious prompts.  To get your creativity back, you must build up resistance by fighting back.  Try to defeat your writer’s block, and push it out of your way, while you still have enough energy leftover for creative writing.

To get rid of writer’s block, you could go for a walk in a canyon, or take your boat out of the shed and head toward the river, especially if it is a hot day.  Hopefully the river won’t be too turbulent, or else you might want to bring along a pillow for your bottom.  I find it peaceful just being out on my lawn, as long as my neighbors are not cutting their grass with their electric lawn mower.  It is good when you don’t have to watch the clock or keep track of time observing the minute hand as it passes by.

If there were words, then I would be glad to tell you what to do, however I am no Dickens, Shelley or Keats.  I will try to make the best out of the bad, because tomorrow nobody will remember what I wrote about.  Alas, I did not create a tale that was full of scintillating lust that could never be satisfied, as this only exists when two people meet for the first time, as they want to see the other person in all their sensual splendor and experience the all of the tastes, scents, sounds, and textures, all while being accepted for who they are, however this does happen in the story of Theseus and Ariadne.

Theseus was a prince of Athens who decided to put a stop to the barbarous practice of sacrificial tribute that was due to an old dispute, where his city was required to send a tribute of young men and women every nine years to Minos, the king of Crete, so he volunteered as one of the selected youths.  The youths were given as an offering to the Minotaur and sent into the labyrinth, a convoluted space designed by the consummate craftsman Daedalus to contain the beast.  Daedalus also had a hand in the creation of the Minotaur because Minos’ wife Pasiphae had become enamored of a particularly handsome bull, and Daedalus constructed a hollow cow that would allow her to mate with the animal.  The result of this union was the Minotaur, a ferocious creature with the body of a man but the head of a bull.   When Ariadne laid her eyes on the prince, she fell madly in love with Theseus and she handed him a clew (ball of thread) to help him find his way out of the Labyrinth.  Her lissome body made Theseus feel welcome while her mellifluous voice flowed like honey and she became music to his ears.  Once Theseus entered the labyrinth, he could not go to a store to get any supplies that he might need, like a copper pipe to bash the Minotaur over the head with and there was no cabinet for him to hide in.  Theseus entered the labyrinth, killed the beast, and emerged victorious, saving the lives of the young Athenians and freeing Athens from further obligation to Crete.

Written for Daily Addictions prompt – Ambition, for FOWC with Fandango – Scintillating, for July Writing Prompts – Powerful and persnickety, for Sheryl’s A New Daily Post Word Prompt – Mellifluous, for Ragtag Community – Clew, for Scotts Daily Prompt – Copper, for the Sunday Whirl Wordle 359 prompts – turbulent cabinet store lawn shed boat minute clock electric lust hand pillow, for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Sunday Writing Prompt “Quote Me” topics are – happiness and comfort, or writer’s block and creativity, for Swimmers the New Community Pool prompt – Big, for Teresa’s Haunted Wordsmith Three Things Challenge, where the three prompt words are “canyon, river and hot” and for Word of the Day Challenge Prompt – Lissome.

Clear As A Bell

Any person’s death is a loss to all of us, because we are all part of mankind and as John Donne so aptly put, “Any man’s death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind; and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.”  The Funeral tolling of a bell is the technique of sounding a single bell very slowly, with a significant gap between strikes.  The term tolling may also be used to signify a single bell being rung slowly, and possibly half-muffled at a commemoration event many years later.  In 1937 Ernest Hemingway traveled to Spain to cover the civil war there and he later completed a quintessential novel titled, ‘For Whom the Bell Tolls’.  Bells often toll to let a gregarious congregation know that they can come to church for a mass, but toll can also stand for a value, price or cost that one is required to pay in order to gain entry.

Quasimodo who worked in the bell tower at the cathedral of Notre Dame is famous for the way he jiggled and joggled the bells.  The answer is Victor Hugo, just in case you ask, “Who invited him?”, as not too many people want a hunchback at a party.  Claude Frollo found an abandoned baby and he adopted Quasimodo and gave him his name which he might have chose to commemorate the day when he found him, or possibly he meant this name to imply that the poor little creature was incomplete and imperfectly molded.  There is a Quasimodo Sunday which is the Sunday after Easter, and it is also called Low Sunday, the first words of the introit (psalm or antiphon sung or said while the priest approaches the altar for the Eucharist) for this day in Latin are, quasi modo geniti infantes and this translates into ‘as if new-born babes’.  Quasimodo is also used in surfing for an act of riding on a wave in a crouched position with one arm forward and one arm back.  I actually posted a story about Quasimodo titled ‘Rings a Bell’.

Edgar Allen Poe wrote a poem titled ‘The Bells’ where he used rhythm and rhyme to evoke sound and mood and this allows the reader to almost hear the tinkling of the bells.  “To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells, From the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells  From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.”  The term tintinnabulation is onomatopoeic, because it describes a sound and it means the ringing of bells.  Like ting or tinkle, it means to ring or jingle.

A bell is used in boxing to signify the start of the fight and it also signifies the end of a round and many boxers embrace the sound when they are saved by the bell.  The bell gives the fighter a rest in between rounds of a fight, but if you feel like you can no longer continue, like if someone has rang your bell, than you can always throw in the white towel, which is a way to signify that you have given up and you should never have to plead for the referee to end the fight.

To ‘bell the cat’ is a phrase that is used when someone takes the danger of a shared enterprise upon them self.  This alludes to the fable in which mice or rats come up with the idea of hanging a bell around the cat’s neck, I guess that they would use the cat’s collar as a hanger for the bell, so they will have a warning before it approaches, however it is a difficult task and it is hard to find someone who is willing to undertake the challenge, and it certainly is not for someone who lacks courage.  If you are enthusiastic about attending a party, then you would show up ‘with bells on’ and you would not be lax in your appearance.  I always thought that an airplane hangar would make a great place for a party.  A desert being a barren area of landscape where little precipitation occurs is completely different from a dessert which is a confectionery course that concludes a main meal.  There is a good chance that you will not hear a bell ringing when you are in the desert but I am always up for the dessert bell to ring signifying that savory items are being served.

I would not even think about writing a post about bells without mentioning The Rolling Stones who are considered to be the world’s greatest rock and roll band, and talking about their hit song Honky Tonk Women and although it is a raunchy song, you got to love that prevalent cowbell that rings throughout the song.  The song Bell Bottom Blues was written by Eric Clapton and Bobby Whitlock and it was recorded by Derek And The Dominos who formed a group after Eric Clapton, Bobby Whitlock, Carl Radle and Jim Gordon worked on George Harrison’s solo album, All Things Must Pass.  Clapton was completely obsessed with Pattie Boyd, who asked him to get her these blue jeans that were called Landlubbers, which were hipsters with two little slip pockets at the front and she requested the flared rather than straight bottoms.  Clapton’s anguish is painfully clear in every note of this song and as he sang, “Bell bottom blues, you made me cry. I don’t want to lose this feeling.  And if I could choose a place to die.”  Bell-bottoms became popular in this country after Sonny and Cher started wearing them on their popular television show.

I wore bell-bottoms back in my hippie days and I also had a pony tail and love beads.  One thing that just makes my blood boil is when I see people continue to wear outdated fashions.  I wish that rap music would disappear for good along with Justin Bieber.  Other things about society that annoy me are the way President Trump kisses up to Vladimir Putin and Kim Jong-un.  Sometimes the prompt words are difficult to string together into a coherent post and when this happens it does upset me, but I always seem to get over it.

Written for Daily Addictions prompt – Plead, for FOWC with Fandango – Quintessential, for July Writing Prompts – Jiggled and joggled, for Sheryl’s A New Daily Post Word Prompt – Tintinnabulation, for Ragtag Community – Embrace, for RayNotBradbury Cool Writing Prompt – ‘Game On’ 5 things about society that annoy you, for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Saturday Mix – Double Take – lacks/lax hangar/hanger for Scotts Daily Prompt – Desert, for Swimmers the New Community Pool prompt – Fight, for Teresa’s Haunted Wordsmith Three Things Challenge, where the three prompt words are “blues, rock and roll and country”, for Rachel Poli I Read I Write I Create – Time To Write Sentence Starter 36: “Who invited him?” and for Word of the Day Challenge Prompt – Gregarious.

Row Jimmy Row

I had made my money in the trolley business, a passenger vehicle powered by electric overhead wires, which is also referred to as a cable car system.  I did real good getting the contract to establish 23 lines in the city of San Francisco.  It was a desultory system which lacked a basic plan and it was constructed in a hodge-podge fashion, as the city planner was a drunk, who lacked any keen judgment, but it was a good way to get around the city.  I had to destroy a tree here and there and that left me feeling manqué about my accomplishments, but I don’t want to raise a conniption about this.  I took my wife Julie, an American socialite with me on a trip to Europe, so we could embrace our quest to enjoy life to its fullest.

On our way back from Europe, it was a clear, cold, star-lit night when I was awakened after the ship made impact with an iceberg, but I heard someone out in the hall say that there was no danger, so I tried to get back to sleep.  Then our steward knocked on our cabin door and said that all passengers should put on their life preservers.  I realized that I was not getting any more sleep for a while and my wife wanted to go out on the deck to see what was really going on, so we headed topside.  We got dressed and when we reached the starboard deck, we saw that they were already loading the first-class passengers into life boats.  We saw the iceberg and it was as high as the bridge on this ocean liner and my wife said, “Make sure that they secure a spot for us.”

I was shocked that she said this as we were on the Titanic, the world’s safest ship and surely it would never sink, but I thought what kind of idiot runs into an iceberg.  People were not panicking yet and the officers in charge of loading the boats kept repeating ‘women and children first’.  My wife climbed into the life boat with about 10 other women and when no other women or children responded to the officers call, she told the officer that I was her husband and that there was plenty of room for me in the boat.  A number of men then climbed over the rail into the boat along with me.  Once I got into the boat I felt my hand clench on to the side in desperation as I started to weigh this unknown situation.  This was a State of Emergency and there was no Turning back Tuesday as my mind was filled with stress.  Our lifeboat was lowered down into the water and we had no officer or seaman in our boat to make decisions on what we should do.  I was able to disengage an oar, and I used it push our boat away from the sinking ship.  I rowed off as fast as I could and my wife grabbed a lantern so I could see what was ahead of our boat.

A wave splashed into the boat and I had to take my shirt off and wring it out, as it had gotten all wet.  I took note of all the passengers that got into the life boat and I knew that I was going to have to assume the part of being the leader in this boat.  I had to strengthen my resolve, so I did not falter.  One guy was acting like a bully and I did not need any of this Red Tape, so I wacked him with the oar and told him to behave or else he would be visiting Davy Jones locker.  As the Titanic started going under, I heard loud shouts of terror and the sound of people jumping into the ocean as they plunged overboard.  The people who abandoned ship were not lucky enough to get into a life boat, so they all succumbed to hypothermia.

A woman in our boat named Molly Brown said that she was rescued from the Colorado River as an infant and raised in wilderness, till she got married and made a fortune in silver and gold mines.  She gave me encouragement to keep rowing saying, “Row Jimmy row”, as she told me her life story.  She offered me a pillow and I kept rowing even after the Titanic sank, and finally the Carpathia arrived and rescued us.  I found out later that the unsinkable Molly Brown became a fan fiction among the survivors.

Written for Daily Addictions prompt – Quest, for FOWC with Fandango – Judgment, for Sheryl’s A New Daily Post Word Prompt – Desultory, for July Writing Prompts – Turning back Tuesday, for Ragtag Community – Keen, for Scotts Daily Prompt – Embrace, for the secret keeper Weekly Writing Prompt #148 (5) word prompt part, left, tree, wet and note, for Swimmers the New Community Pool prompt – Trolley, for Teresa’s Haunted Wordsmith Three Things Challenge, where the three prompt words are “bully, fan fiction and pillow”, for Word of the Day Challenge Prompt – Conniption and for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Bonus Wordle “State of Emergency” prompts – falter, resolve, unknown, red tape, state of emergency, wring, desperation, stress, decisions, clench, manqué and weigh.

I Got Nothing

I have no idea where this is going, but if I keep at it, I hope to be able to transform this post into something that is interesting.  I am staring into space, waiting to get struck by an asteroid, looking at a blank screen, because the prompts did not reveal any type of story to me today.  I will continue, but all I am thinking about now is that defective parrot, which I noticed in the pet shop.  I felt so sorry for the poor little fellow when I saw him sitting on his little perch, because it didn’t have any feet or legs.  I exclaimed, “I wonder what happened to this parrot?”, and to my surprise the parrot said, “I was born this way.  I’m a defective parrot.”  I said, “Holy crap, you actually understood what I said and you are able to answer me!”  The parrot replied, “I got every word, as I happen to be a highly intelligent, and a thoroughly educated bird.”  I said, “If that is the case, then tell me how do you hang onto your perch, without any feet?”

“Well”, the parrot said, “this is very embarrassing, but since you asked, I wrap my weenie around this wooden bar, like a little hook.  You can’t see it, because of my feathers.”  I replied, “Wow, you even have a gifted weenie and you really can understand, and you can speak English rather well, can’t you?”  The parrot said, “Actually, I speak both Spanish and English, and I can converse with reasonable competence on almost any topic, politics, religion, sports, physics, philosophy and I’m especially well versed on ornithology.  You really ought to buy me, I’d be a great companion.”

I looked at the price tag which said $200.00, and I told the parrot, “Sorry, but I just can’t afford that.” The bird said, “Pssssssst”, wanting me to come closer to the cage and then he whispered, “I’m defective, so the truth is, nobody wants me, cause I don’t have any feet.  You can probably get me for $20, just make the guy an offer!” I did like the bird told me, offering the pet store owner $20, and I ended up walking out with the parrot.  Weeks went by and the parrot was sensational.  He has this great sense of humor, he’s interesting, he’s a great pal, he understands everything, he sympathizes, and he’s insightful. I was delighted.

One day when I came home from work, the parrot said, “Pssssssst” again, and he motioned me with one of his wings to come closer.  When I was right next to his cage, he said, “I don’t know if I should tell you this or not, but it’s about your wife, and the UPS man.”  I wanted to know so I said, “Go ahead, tell me what you are talking about?”  The parrot went on, “When the UPS man delivered a package today, your wife greeted him at the door, wearing a sheer black nightie.”  I said, “What, maybe it was just a fluke and she did not realize that she was dressed that way.  I think that I know which UPS man you are talking about and he is nothing but a Pecksniffian elitist, but please tell me what happened next.”

The parrot said, “Well, then the UPS man came into the house like he was some kind of king, and he lifted up her nightie, and began petting her all over.”  I exclaimed, “’No I can’t believe that she let him do that as I always thought that she is such an angel.”  The parrot said emphatically, “Yes, and then he continued taking off the nightie, got down on his knees, and began to kiss her all over like he was at a picnic.”  Now I was frantic and I demanded to know what happened next, but the parrot said, “I can’t tell you because I don’t know.  I got a hard-on, and fell off my perch!”

I said, “Out off all the cockamamie conclusions for a story to end with, you had to fall off your perch, just at the most interesting part.  I guess I will never know what really happened with my wife and the UPS man.”  The bird said, “I think that the nanny cam was on, maybe you could check that and see if it gives you the answer that you are looking for, and if you find out that she did something inappropriate, then you could post it on social media to get back at her.”

Written for Daily Addictions – Transform, for FOWC with Fandango – Continue, for June Writing Prompts where today June 30 is ‘Cockamamie conclusions’, for Sheryl’s New Daily Post Word – Pecksniffian, for Ragtag Community – Fluke, for Scotts Daily Prompt – Angel, for Swimmers the New Community Pool prompt – King, for Teresa’s Haunted Wordsmith Three Things Challenge where the three prompt words are “picnic, asteroid and social media” and for Word of the Day Challenge – Emphatically.

Heading Toward a Watery Grave

The flight started out smooth, but then the engines started to rattle as we were traveling over this huge lake and suddenly I heard the captain yell, “mayday, mayday were going down”, and I knew that I would not be able to breathe underwater. Mayday is an emergency code word used internationally as a distress signal in voice procedure radio communications.  It is derived from the French phrase ‘venez m’aider’, which means ‘come and help me’.  I wasn’t up the creek without a paddle yet, but I never learned how to swim and if this plane crashed in the middle of this lake, I knew that I would be in trouble, as I would experience severe difficulty trying to extricate myself from this dilemma.

The pilot actually did a wonderful job, wait change that to miraculous job of landing the plane and it stayed afloat while all of the passengers inside started to gasp and scream.  I felt safe as long as the plane did not sink and I knew that it would be difficult to predict how long an aircraft would be able to hold up on impact and after crashing.  Will it’s shell stay intact allowing the plane to float, or will it break up and quickly sink?  I was just going to have to roll with the punches and take a chill pill, till we got out of this limbo.  Looking out my window, all I could see was water, and I felt like we were in the middle of nowhere.  I had this nervous feeling in the pit of my stomach which felt like butterflies, as inside of my brain conjured up all of these images of the plane sinking, the water rising and me droning, and this was consuming me.

Was some divine being going to rescue all of us, I wondered like an epiphany or perhaps it was just an intuitive perception or some type of insight into the reality of how treacherous this situation actually was.  I thought about something that Mae West said, “Women with pasts interest men because they hope history will repeat itself”, and somehow this seemed to rejuvenate my spirits.  The constant bobbing up and down motion of the plane made me start to feel indifferent, aloof and detached from the peril and I questioned if this was a normal human reaction.  The captain announced that rescue was on its way, but it would be at least 45 minutes before any help arrived and he said that we should keep our seat belts on and make sure that we fold our trays up.  I fiddled with my ring and I wished that I did not have to check my blade in with my luggage, as I thought that it might come in handy.

All of the passengers developed this strange allegiance with each other, knowing how dire this predicament was.  After a while we heard the rescue boats approaching and I was glad that we had all survived and that we would not have to commemorate anyone who died with a moment of silence.  Even though my trip was ruined, it felt so good to be on dry land again, and I saw trees and birds, some deer and even a badger.  It was a happy ending, like walking off into the sunset in an old western movie.

Written for the Sunday Whirl Wordle 357 prompts: limbo, images, rattle, safe, ring, fold, nowhere, gasp, pit, shell, pill and blade, for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Sunday Writing Prompt – Things Watery – Up the creek without a paddle, for thehouseofbailey Destination Dreams Scotts Daily Prompt Commemorate, for Daily Addictions by rogershipp prompt Indifferent, for Sheryl’s A New Daily Post Word Prompt: Lake, for FOWC with Fandango – Allegiance, for Ragtag Community Rejuvenate, for Teresa’s Haunted Wordsmith Three Things Challenge, where the three prompt words are “Mae West, western and badger”, for Swimmers the New Community Pool prompt – Human and for Word of the Day Challenge Alternative haven for the Daily Post’s mourners! Prompt Epiphany.

Changing Her Will

The strangers with her on the rooftop paused in unison.  They yelled, “Don’t jump, you have so much to live for.”  I yelled at the strangers and told them that in my experience as a teacher, I learned not to tell students ‘don’t run’, that instead I should tell them ‘to walk’, so they should be yelling ‘get down from the ledge’ instead of saying ‘don’t jump’.  The woman on the rooftop did eventually get off the ledge and she apologized to everyone for causing such a fracas, but she said that it happened on account of her not getting any sleep at all lately.  She said that she had been laying awake at night wondering why baby diapers have such cute brand names like Luvs, Huggies and Pampers while undergarments for old people are called Depends.  She knew that when babies crap in their pants, people are still gonna Luv them, Hug them and
Pamper them, but when an old person like her ends up making crap in her pants, it just depends on who she put in her will.

She did have a lot to live for, she had a strong heart, so strong that her doctor permit her to go skydiving, but she also had Type II diabetes which forbid her from eating those cookies that she loved so much.  She lived all alone for a long time, her husband passed away 15 years ago and all of her children lived far away in different States.  She was an amicable person, but when she got a boyfriend after she became a widow, her children began to dub as an old artifact who was going senile.  Her boyfriend was an illegal immigrant, but she loved him because he was good at fixing things around her house, as he was once a carpenter.  Her children threatened her that they would call the authorities on him and try to deport him, which she always thought was a possibility, but they never did, because then they would have risked being cut out of her will for good.

She was not adept working with computers, so she wrote a letter to her lawyer saying that she was thinking about changing her will and she also asked if she needed to worry about the immigration status of her new boyfriend.  He wrote back to her and said that although he was as busy as a honey bee, that he was planning to host a seminar that would help any visitor from a foreign country, so they would not have to view our country as being dystopian.  She told her lawyer that she would be happy to attend the seminar and that she might go see the Stones in concert after that, but all was well as long as she had a roof over her head.

Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie First Line Friday: June 22nd, 2018 “The strangers with her on the rooftop paused in unison”, for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Saturday Mix – Opposing Forces, 23 June 2018 permit and forbid – visitor and host, for thehouseofbailey Destination Dreams Scotts Daily Prompt Deport, for Daily Addictions by rogershipp prompt Dub, for Sheryl’s A New Daily Post Word Prompt: Amicable, for FOWC with Fandango – Artifact, for Ragtag Community Heart, for Teresa’s Haunted Wordsmith Three Things Challenge, where the three prompt words are “carpenter, dystopian and honey bee”, for Swimmers the New Community Pool prompt – Letter and for Word of the Day Challenge Alternative haven for the Daily Post’s mourners! Prompt Possibility.

Hitting All The Right Spots

This was literally becoming a disaster, as I just wanted to enjoy a languorous day in bed.  I was seeing my grandmother waving goodbye, but it must have been the clouds in my eyes, because she died eight years ago.  My daughter told me that she did not need an antediluvian education, that she just wanted the teachers to leave her alone.  My daughter bought me a lottery ticket for Father’s day and I imagine that she will feel entitled to a moiety of my winnings if it is lucky.  In the past several years, I had gotten the beer of the month club, ugly ties, useless socks, deodorant, a can of WD40, but the worst gift that I ever got was that underwear designed for bladder leaks at night, as that was just plain embarrassing.

Inside my Father’s Day card my daughter enclosed a poem that she wrote about weeds, which went like this, “Nothing can exceed the beauty of a weed.  A weed is simply a plant that just wants to grow, they should be our friends, not our foe.  They are hearty and they can grow anywhere, they don’t really need much sun, rain or care.  It is agreed that the weed will succeed even in a stampede!”  When I finished reading her poem, I told her how much I enjoyed it and that I thought it was even better than the one that she wrote about the daisy and the one about the wolf.

Written Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Sunday Writing Prompt – Teachers, for thehouseofbailey Destination Dreams Scotts Daily Prompt Gift, for Sheryl’s A New Daily Post Word Prompt: Languorous, for Daily Addictions by rogershipp prompt Disaster, for FOWC with Fandango – Literally, for Martha Kennedy Ragtag Community Antediluvian, for Teresa’s Haunted Wordsmith Three Things Challenge, where the three prompt words are “grandmother, daisy and wolf” and for Tales From the Mind of Kristian Word Prompt Moiety and for Swimmers the New Community Pool prompt – Clouds.

What Is In A Name?

Juliet said, “A rose by any other name would smell as sweet”, because her family the Capulets hated the Montagues which is Romeo’s family and the feeling was mutual.  Love was forbidden merely due to their last names and she really wished that she could protect her love for Romeo from all the drama between their families so they could flourish.  Juliet was organized and she had this brilliance, which allows her to think that what truly matters is what something is, not what it is called.  A boot, loafer, slipper or sneaker can all be used to walk around in.  If the floor gets filthy, you might brush, wipe, mop or whisk away the dirt.  If you or your clothes start smelling foul, you would clean, rinse or launder them or go bathe or take a shower.  When you look up you would see the upper atmosphere, the firmament or the wide blue yonder.  If you become a target of someone who makes an accurate throw of an object at your head, you might want to bend down, stoop, crouch, squat or hunker down till it is safe.

It took gumption for Juliet to go against her family, especially since this grudge or ancient feud between their families had been going on for so many years and she was supposed to support what her ancestors did.  Time apparently does not heal all wounds and many people need to go through the seven stages of grief, before they are healed.  The first stage is shock where you are feeling numb, not because you got hit on your head with a coconut, this is about disbelief and it helps to protect you emotionally from being overwhelmed.  Then comes denial, once the shock wears off, you can’t believe this is happening and everything feels surreal.  Anger follows as the next stage and this may result in you lashing out at others.  Next you will start bargaining, because you are still very confused and as a result, you will look for desperate ways out of this anguish that you feel.  Depression will take over for a period where you will feel sadness and start reflecting on what was lost.  I always find that drinking a slurpee (frozen drink) helps with this.  The sixth stage is testing, and this when reality starts to sink in and you may go through some experimenting which might include grabbing the tiger by its tail to help you to move on.  Acceptance is the final stage, and here is where you will have acknowledged the situation, you start to move forward and this is when you should get out your typewriter and write down all of your feelings.

449 Words, just a tad bit over the 149 words required for the Sammi Cox Weekend Writing Prompt.

Written Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Saturday Mix – Same Same But Different: “shoe, sweep, wash, sky, duck”, for thehouseofbailey Destination Dreams Scotts Daily Prompt Name, for Sheryl’s A New Daily Post Word Prompt: Brilliance, for Daily Addictions by rogershipp prompt Accurate, for FOWC with Fandango – Gumption, for MNL Ragtag Community Marching together to inspire one another: Target, for Teresa’s Haunted Wordsmith Three Things Challenge, where the three prompt words are “tiger, coconut and slurpee (frozen drink)” and for Tales From the Mind of Kristian Word Prompt Flourish, for Sammi Cox Author Aspiring Weekend Writing Prompt #59 – Typewriter, for Weekly Prompts Photo Challenge – Your Second Chance to be Creative prompt “organized” and for Swimmers the New Community Pool prompt – Time.