You all have probably heard more belly aching about the weather from me than you want. It really is icy here. But I can’t compete with this. This is from a forwarded email called Fwd:Winter in Russia. It was a long email. I’m breaking it into three parts.
Totally random and somewhat old picture:
Words
are too appealing.
They dance
flamenco
on the tongue
singing sweetly in our ears
of anything and everything.
Words
are too much fun
in the mouth of the poet.
Monkey Man hosts the 160 Character Challenge. See what you can write in 160 characters or less, spaces included.
Boom!
Jill: What was that?! Jack? Jack, did you hear that? Jack, where are you?
Yes, this is set up for next week.
Today’s theme is Free Week. Anything goes.
Previously in Jack and Jill: Maleman
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She started off quiet, but that’s the way the song is supposed to go, so he probably wouldn’t even notice that she was kind of feeling her way into it. Tracy stopped to adjust the guitar.
She had an electric at home with a strap and amp and everything. It felt weird to do it with an acoustic, and she had to put one foot on Gene’s bed to hold it at the right height while she was standing, but that was all right, too.
“I was so sure of you. I know it looked like I was neglecting you, but really, I was showing my faith in you, that you would always be here for me when I needed you. But when I did, you weren’t there. Do you know how I feel?”
“Of course I do. Why do you think I left?”
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Inspired by something Mr. Al is writing.
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.
About this time a week ago I was ready to head home from Christmas when a storm hit. Being an intrepid soul, I didn’t expect it to actually affect my travel plans, but I hadn’t counted on this one. Just to be on the safe side, we haunted the web site for the Montana Department of Transportation to check for road conditions. I love this web site. It kept us from getting caught on a road that was closed due to inclement weather.
What impresses me is the shear size of this sucker. I’m used to storms that run North and South for a couple of states, and this one did cover from Canada down to some place in Utah, but it was wide too. Montana is over 500 miles from stem to stern. This covered every inch. Just check out what was on MDoT’s cameras at the time:
Do you do cards?
I don’t generally think to send out cards and outside of my family I hand over precious few gifts. It just doesn’t cross my mind. At one point in my life I tried to get a Christmas card thing going, but most of the people I sent them to didn’t send any to me, and then I started procrastinating and it got later and later in the year…
So anyway, I got a great card and a couple of gifts in the mail on Monday, and I’m thinking maybe it would be nice to send out a couple of Christmas cards. I might even do it fairly soon, instead of, you know… June.
What do you think? Is it too late to get them out? Do you exchange cards? The snail mail kind or the email kind?
I’ve been teasing you with this one for weeks now. If you haven’t already caved and gotten your copy, here’s your chance to get the ebook version.
Trevor Wolff was born to rock. Or he would be if he could play an instrument. Unluckily, he has more talent for madness and mayhem than bass guitar. Despite a harsh upbringing in the trailer court which has resulted in some peculiar quirks, he’s got a wicked since of humor.
There’s a sweetness and vulnerability under his cock-of-the-walk strut. He really does look out for the best interests of the people he cares about. Yet he can’t bring himself to rely on them when things go bad. And they do. Just when he and his band are ready to prove themselves, he runs into a problem he can’t handle even with a letter opener.
I laughed. I cried. I actually enjoyed crying, though I generally skip books that make me want to. Not this time. I didn’t want to miss a moment of Trevor’s wild life and would love for the book to keep on going.
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Totally random picture.
Check for email. Check for comments. Reply. Find the right music. No, not that. It has to be just right. Check again for comments. All right. Everything is ready. No more excuses. Time to write!
Monkey Man hosts the 160 Character Challenge. See what you can write in 160 characters or less, spaces included.
It’s the year of the rabbit on the Chinese calendar this year. Looks like we’re in for a lot of luck.
Say Rabbit Rabbit in the comments to bring good luck to you and me.
Post a picture of a rabbit and I’ll link to you.
Sometimes the distance between you and I spans more than the miles of telephone wire, or the pauses between breaths when thinking spins too fast, or the shattering of a sentence placed wrong. Sometimes everything stretches out into meaningless fog and crossing the dark bridge to be where you are seems impossible. I am battered now, and wonder, when I finally return, will you still love me?
Drew and Suzie are characters from my regular Friday serial Suzie’s House. This is a reflection on the part where he has moved to New Mexico for work, leaving her in Wisconsin.
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.
This is likely to be a bit random, but there it is. Happy New Year!
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I was tempted to go with Red Hot Chili Peppers, even though I’m not a fan, just for the kilts, and there’s an Oriental cover band imitating Jimmy Hendrix I like, but short and sweet won out.