Fur Coat
Jill: What are you doing? Quit sticking Gin at me.
Jack: It’s the latest fashion, right? Fur coats? Aren’t they in now?
Jill: Quit joking around. Why did you have both Gin and Tonic wrapped around you under the couch in the first place?
Jack: It’s a long story.
Jill: I’ve got time.
You’ll have to wait until next week to be educated on what has been going on in Jack and Jill’s household lately.
For other parts of this continuing saga:
Previously in Jack and Jill: Stand Tall or Not At All
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Today’s theme is fashion
Suzie’s House 198: A Couple
Gene stood right outside the door to the classroom, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, waiting for Tracy. She was here in Madison. She was really here, instead of wherever it was her mother lived now. It didn’t look like she planned on going anywhere either. He could hardly believe it.
55 – In Front of the Fireplace
More or less random picture
Bitter wind outside.
Warm arms and gentle smile waiting on the couch.
Wrapped together in a comforter.
It doesn’t matter how deep the snow
how the wind howls
when the electricity will come back.
Sated, we take this
moment of simplicity
as an unintended
holiday.
Surrounded by steady love and flickering light
all it right in the world.
The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction 55 is hosted by the G-man, a host with the most.
13 Bottles of Nail Polish
When The Girl suggested I do a list of her nail polish, I visualized showing you part of her extensive collection and sharing the names. No such luck, I’m afraid. She didn’t like the little round labels on the bottoms of them and picked them all off. I’ll still show you 13 of her bottles, but as to the names, your guess would probably be better than mine.
Sad Tale?
Mr. Al and I were hanging out on the pedestrian bridge where I take so many of my pictures and looked down over the edge to see this.
Nothing serious. Just an empty nest. Almost looks like the snow could be an over sized egg, doesn’t it? I’m sure whatever kind of bird lived there flew South for the winter. No reason to get all sentimental about it.
And yet, I am a little.
How about you? Does it tug your heartstrings?
A Romantic Rabbit Rabbit
Rabbit! Rabbit! Everyone.
I could use a little extra luck, so say Rabbit rabbit in the comments here to bring us both good luck.
fwd: blowing bubble gum
Seriously. Can you do this? I can’t, though I used to be able to blow big ones that made huge messes when they popped.
160 – Shame on You
Totally random picture
Fool me once, shame on you.
Fool me two hundred times,
what the H*ll was I thinking?
Monkey Man hosts the 160 Character Challenge. See what you can write in 160 characters or less, spaces included.
Stand Tall or Not At All
Jill: All right. You can stand up now.
Jack: No I can’t.
Jill: Why not? I got the couch off you.
Jack: It’s still too heavy.
Today’s theme is Standing
Previously in Jack and Jill: Munch, Munch, Munch
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Suzie’s House 197: Here Comes the New Boss, Same As the Old Boss
“Miss Martin, a word if you please,” Mr. Gordon said at the end of class.
Tracy fought the urge to roll her eyes. Teachers hated it when you rolled your eyes, especially at the end of class on the first day of school. It kind of made them hard to deal with all year long.
“Yes, sir,” she said instead of all the things she’d like to say. Things like she knew this was going to happen as soon as he strutted into the room and wrote his name on the chalk board. There was something about the decisionivness about the way he moved that always went with teachers who couldn’t handle her.
55- The Query Received
So hard to say no, knowing how much hope and longing went into it. So hard to deny, but with so many to chose from, and only so much time and energy, someone must be told no. Each no, a little cut on a self image of kindness. Opening the mail becomes and act of bravery.
***
I’m not just a writer. I’ve spent some time as an editor, too. I know quite well how it feels to dive into a slush pile in hoped of burred treasure. It’s not a job for the weak willed.
The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction 55 is hosted by the G-man, a host with the most.
13 Pairs of Socks
You asked for it, you got it. These are all socks belonging to The Girl.
1. This little footies.
2. For many years I was able to get generic tube socks in packages ranging from six to a dozen. These are great because they mix and match randomly so you never have to worry about one becoming lost, and because the heel isn’t set in, they grow with growing feet. Then the kids mutinied. They wanted socks they could tell apart, but I’d just bought a new batch. So we took craft store fabric pens and cut loose. These are left from that time.
3. Piano socks from Christmas. 
4. “Recycling Socks”.
5. Footies
6. More footies.
7. Goth Chick socks.
8. Seems like all she wants these days are the little footies or the thigh high socks. The thigh socks have to have black in them, red and white are good, and hearts with skulls are her favorite.
9. Ninja! In both ways. She thinks they are totally cool, and they have the big toe covered separately so you can wear ninja sandals with them.
10. More of the thigh-high Goth Chick socks, this time with little hearts.
11. Tie dyed by us.
12. Miss-matched footies. I told her that would happen, but she seems to actually want them that way.
13. Regular footies. We actually have quite a few of these.
Lawn Ornament
Mr. Al comes home with all kinds of odd things. This pink flamingo stands about four feet tall, and is wired for lights. The lights don’t work, but Mr. Al naively seems to think he, or someone entirely too near and dear to him, can fix it.
Yeah, so maybe I could if I put my mind to it, but then what? Put it in the yard?
I actually get a kick out of pink flamingos when they are done right – like say a hundred of them in a yard, or a bunch knocked over, or one really awful…. hmmm……
Right now this sucker is sitting in the corner of our porch. I’m thinking it might disappear into the trash, or it might appear riding in the back of a miniature truck, or it might join the 1950’s hair dresser chairs in the storage unit.
If this turned up in your household, what would you do?
