Flash Mob

It wasn’t really so much a flash mob as it was a flash presence. It had sounded a great idea when the local orchestral society had discussed doing it.

“What about Bolero?” Heidi had suggested.

“Wonderful choice,” Peter replied and they were off. They spent the next three rehearsals going over and over the same piece.

Finally the appointed day arrived, and Heidi was off early to plot out her seat at the airport. Twenty minutes later Tom Weaver showed up as well and the pair waited for the rest of the orchestra to arrive. They waited. They waited some more.

Finally, they started to play the piece the best they could in the domestic departure lounge. The show must go on they reasoned, though they were quite annoyed at the others.

Meanwhile, a enthralled crowed enjoyed the “spontaneous” rendition of Bolero which was played by nearly an entire orchestra in international arrivals.


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Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #145

Warmth

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Stitches and weaves

Patterned knots and twists

Woollen yarn warm

From neck to the wrists

Knit or crocheted

Or made on a loom

To hold winter at bay

And its accompanying gloom

And of all the jumpers, cardies,

Sweaters, and vests

It are those made by a loved one

That are always best


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The true warmth in winter is found in love.

Beyond Knowing

Graduation, Future, University, Cap, Graduate, College

I am educated

I know my stuff

But knowing about

Is not enough

The Word of God

Is a thing to live

Not just something some study to give

Yes love the Lord with all your mind

But also with heart and strength combined

Study yes – to show yourself approved

But don’t forget to be by the Spirit moved


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Right of Way

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“I don’t know,” the contractor said looking at the damage. “That’s three times in the last two months. Are you sure you want me to fix it again?”

It’s the principle of the thing,” the councillor replied.

“If you say so. I’ll have my guys start in the morning.”

“Very much appreciated,” the official said. “Try a heavier gauge this time.”

“Okay, but I still don’t think it’s going to make much difference to that Sasquatch.”


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