Once again, it’s time for Heeding Haiku with Chèvrefeuille over at Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie.
After cold-moon night
thin frost sparkling on pumpkins
a crisp sun rises
Author: Ergo, the Ogre
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The One
The visual prompt over at The Haunted Wordsmith for 11/27/2018 is the image below.
Hilda was fraught with excitement and anticipation. She was on her way to pick up her boyfriend from the Tacoma State Correctional Facility. They’d known one another for a little over two years, but not outside of a prison setting.
Hilda had found his profile on CuteConvicts.com. The moment she saw Johan’s photo and read his bio, she knew he was the one. For starters, they were both Finnish, so they had something in common right there. And then, Hilda thought he had the most gorgeous, piercing blue eyes. She’d never seen eyes quite that shade of cornflower blue.
So, Hilda quickly sent her photo and a letter to Johan, before someone else snapped him up. When he received the envelope from Hilda, he was every bit as impressed with her as she was with him.
Johan was in for a parole violation. Even the original crime he’d committed wasn’t terribly alarming. In fact, it was rather humorous. Johan attempted to steal a huge whole salmon from the Pike Place Market in Seattle. As one of the fish mongers was lobbing the salmon across the market to the other (as is their practice) Johan intercepted the airborne fish and tried to make off with it. Unfortunately, he slipped on a small trout someone had dropped, and fell flat on his back. Thus, he was easily apprehended.
Johan had done some time for that and had gotten out on good behavior. Then he went back to Pike Place Market again and tried to intercept another salmon. This time, it was in the presence of a police officer. The judge had thrown the book at him, giving him a 3-year sentence.
Still in all, Johan seemed like a nice guy. He’d always acted like a gentleman when Hilda came to visit him, and they did have a lot in common. And now they were about to embark on a new life together. Tonight would be their first real date!
While waiting for Johan, Hilda sat in the prison parking lot fiddling with her hair and reapplying tangerine lipstick.
Finally he appeared.
They fell into a mad embrace and could hardy tear themselves away from one another. Eventually, one of the guards hollered for them to get a room, which made them stop.
After straightening her clothes and make-up she asked Johan where he’d like to go first.
“How ‘bout the Pike Place Market?”
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Someone Else
The writing prompt at the dVerse Poets Club is Fire.
You started a fire
like never before, and now
you can’t put it out.
Don’t start something that
someone else has to finish.
“Lit Match” by thesmallwonder via Deviant At Share this:
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Le Plié
Today’s prompt for the Daily Writing Challenge at The Haunted Wordsmith is the image below.
“Alright, girls,” the ballet teacher clapped her hands. “Now, Le Plié!”
“One, two…Really, Camille! Nice young ladies don’t DO THAT!”
Camille rolled her eyes and removed her finger from her left nostril. She wiped it on the pink tulle of her tutu and glanced around the room to see how the other little girls were executing their pliés — not that she cared.
What Camille did care about was getting out of this stupid ballet class, tuning-up her banana bike, and then going snake-hunting with her brother and his friends. She glanced at the clock on the wall — twenty minutes to go.
With a deep sigh and the elegance and grace of a three-legged giraffe, Camille attempted to imitate her classmates. She held her back straight, assumed a contemplative expression and lowered herself into a squatting position.
Halfway down, a grin replaced her poker face and a blast of wind ripped through the air.
The class exploded in laughter as Camille glowed with pride.
In contrast, Camille’s mom sat with the other mothers; mortified, but not surprised. She’d done her best to bring her daughter’s feminine side to light, but it was no good. She’d never be a girly-girl — let her hunt snakes.
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Love-Stupid
Today’s prompt for the Daily Writing Challenge at The Haunted Wordsmith is the image below.
Through bitter tears, Donna watched the angry waves crash against the jagged rocks. She used to love this part of the beach; she and André spent many romantic and happy hours here. But that was all over, now — never to happen again. If she were smart she’d move on and chalk it up to lesson learned.
Donna had only herself to blame for ignoring every red flag and warning sign André tossed her way. That’s what really pissed her off. She couldn’t even blame him for breaking her heart, because she knew he was married, knew he’d never leave his wife, and knew on some level that there was no future for her with André. To put it bluntly, Donna was love-stupid where he was concerned.
And today he dropped the bomb that forced her to see their relationship for what it was: nothing. André came by her beach house to let her know that he and Tatiana were pregnant, and to say goodbye. They would be moving back east to be near family in Michigan, or wherever. She’d stopped listening after the first sentence.
Goodbye. Just like that. As if he were quitting a part-time summer job to go back to school and real life.
It all happened so fast that Donna hadn’t had the chance to tell him that she was pregnant, too.
Would it have made a difference? She wondered.
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