The warmth of your hand
holding mine felt like
coming home. For those few
seconds I was exactly
where I wanted to be —
but knew I couldn’t stay.
Author: Ergo, the Ogre
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30-Day Song Challenge
I missed the first three days, so, I’m going to play catch-up! I found this on The Haunted Wordsmith Blog.
A Song with a color I like:
A song with a number in it:
This one reminds me of Summertime!
This one reminds me of a complete jerk that I was once married to. He was a wannabe Native American Indian.
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Cause & Effect
Today, your smile caused
my existence to evolve
into full-blown life.
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Good Things
It’s Quadrille Monday over at the dVerse Poets Pub. The writing prompt is the word, cheer.
“Cheer up!” They tell me.
“Be grateful for the good things in life!”
They’ll never understand.
Without you, things are just things:
diamonds are no different than plastic;
filet mignon may as well be salami.
But you!
You’re what makes the good things,
good.
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Dessert
It’s Wordle #212 over at the Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Blog!
Connie was sick of her badmash boyfriend Brad and this disgusting all-you-can-eat buffet he insisted on taking her to. Everything seemed to glisten as if it had been doused in oil. From the food on the rusty old buffet to the Formica tables and red vinyl chairs; it was a grease pit. Sometimes it seemed to Connie that she was actually inhaling grease-tinged air
They stood in line holding their plastic plates and cheap, bendable silverware.
“Hey, babe. Lookit!” Brad pointed to a pan of unidentifiable food items. “Those wild-caught catfish are the size of torpedoes! They gotta be two-foot long…”
“Yeah, buddy!” Connie rolled her eyes. If I had a ruler I’d measure ‘em for ya.”
“What’s wrong with you?” Brad asked. “You act all cantankerous like this place ain’t good enough for ya; like I ain’t good enough for ya anymore.”
“Cantankerous?” Connie repeated. “Such a big word for little Brad! I didn’t know you could pronounce multi-syllabic words!”
Brad gazed through the window at a lighthouse in the distance. There was a look of melancholy in his eyes. His mouth was moving but no sound came out. “Multee…what?”
“Never mind,” Connie sighed. “It’s your turn,” she nodded at the buffet. “Let’s light this candle!” Connie’s words dripped with sarcasm. “What are you going to get?”
Brad appeared thoughtful for a moment, and then began rattling off his order to the serving woman. “First, I’d like two pieces of catfish, French fries, some o’ that Jell-O mold with the green stuff in it, please.”
“And for dessert, sir?”
Brad glanced at Connie. “I’ll take a new girlfriend with a side of manners.”
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