Crazy

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“You have wonderful eyes.”

“And who are you?”

“Your greatest admirer.”

“You must be crazy.”

“Crazy about you.  How about a kiss?”

“With an approach like that, you are crazy.”

 

Padre

 

FOWC with Fandango — Crazy

 

 

 

 

Scavenger Hunt

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“Did you see that?” Lisa asked.

“See what?” Jon asked looking up from his book.

“Precisely,” she rejoined.  “I am going stir-crazy.”

“We could watch Netflix,” he suggested.

“No, I’m TVed out.”

“We could play Cluedo.” 

“No, it’s not much fun if it’s just the two of us.  Besides we played that yesterday.  I want to do something different,” Lisa said forlornly.

“Okay, you stay here in the lounge and give me let’s say twenty minutes.”

Jon took a notebook off of the desk and went into the bedroom.  A short time later he made his way to the bathroom, and then the kitchen.

“Honey, what in the world are you doing?” she called.

“You’ll see soon enough,” he replied.

Finally Jon returned and plopped down on the settee.  He then handed her the notebook, and said, “It’s a scavenger hunt.  Just follow the clues, and I’ll let you now the first one is right here in the lounge.”

Lisa looked at the words, Something Ernest.  

She looked around the room and then saw Jon smirking from behind his book.

“It’s your book, Farewell to Arms,” she said triumphantly.

“Not bad,” he said.  “Now just nineteen more to find.”

After about an hour she returned to the settee.

“Okay, I struggled a bit with the Sacrlet Brusher, I had no idea there was a spare toothbrush under the sink.  All the others were simple.  But I can’t find eighteen at all.  The only only Knotted Dough I could think of that we would have was pretzels, but I couldn’t find any.”

“Sorry,” he said brushing the crumbs from his T-shirt. “I got hungry.”

 

Padre

 

 

 

 

 

Three A.M.

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“Turn off the light, I’m trying to sleep,

It’s your own fault that you can’t settle.

I said don’t eat –

All those plates that you heap –

You’ll only regret eating it later.

It’s not the three pizzas, that you devoured with one breath?

There’s something else on your mind – that’s the matter?

Then give me a moment to put on the kettle,

You can tell all about what’s on your mind,

I may be tired, having had a long day,

But that’s no reason I cannot be kind.”

 

Padre

 

A salute to all of the patient and loving spouses and partners who make our lives rich.

 

Photo Challenge #299

 

 

 

 

 

The Game

Table Tennis, Ping-Pong, Sport

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Ouch! That hurt,” Tina scolded as the little ball bounced off her forehead.

Sixteen-year-old Dan had always been a little overly competitive.

“Sorry,” he apologized.

“After all it’s only a game,” she reminded him.

The match resumed and for a little while there was the rhythmic pop – pong – pop – pong of the little white ball as it journeyed over the little net to meet the impact of the next paddle.  Then Dan again saw his opening for the “killer blow” and smashed the ball home, it again hitting Tina in the face.

Now irate, she declared “That’s it.  I’m never coming over here again.  It’s over.”

She turned, snatched up her bag, and left, leaving only the sound of her paddle as it rattled on the basement floor.

“Wow,” Dan said aloud.  “What is it with these girls?  They are all the same.”

Tina had been his sixth girlfriend in as many months.

 

Padre

Saturday Mix – Sound Bite, 26 October 2019 Our three words, using onomatopoeia are:

  • ouch
  • pong
  • rattle 

FOWC with Fandango — Irate

The Marina

Margery had butterflies in her belly.  She couldn’t believe how well things were going with Aston.  She was surprised to have met someone on a dating app that shared so many interests with her.  He seemed instinctively to know exactly what to say; and he worked “in the City.”

At first she listened to her friend Eloise who warned to be careful of anything that was “too good to be true.”  But that was three weeks ago.   Then there was the Skype call, and he looked just like the online photo from the app.  It wasn’t an old shot, in fact she was impressed by the sheer number of books behind him during the call.

Then they met at the wine bar “of her choosing.”  He was witty, charming, and though casually dressed, he “had style.”

Now as she parked at the marina, wearing the sailing outfit she had bought for the occasion, she was ready for their second date – “on his boat.”  He waved to her from an adjoining cafe.  As they embraced, he noted he was wearing waterproofs.

She was surprised to then be led from the marina to a sand-spit where Aston, the librarian, had his kayak.

(200 words)

Padre

FLASH FICTION FOR THE PURPOSEFUL PRACTITIONER: #42

Stream of Consciousness

Harry wandered along the country path not really giving much thought to his surroundings.  As the seldom used track left the woodland, it twisted to run alongside a shallow, slow moving brook.  This change did not interrupt the replay in his mind of the night before’s events.

How could things have gone so wrong with Elizabeth?  He was comfortable with their relationship, and he thought she felt the same.

But no, she waited for his arrival at her flat with great expectation.  He was surprised to find her wearing one of her nicest outfits, and made up to the nines.

“So what’s the plan?” she asked smiling.

“Plan?” he responded.  “It’s a Friday, so I guess pizza and Netflix like usual.”

“For our anniversary?” she snapped.  “I bet you forgot.”

The path like his relationship suddenly dead-ended.  He then noticed the stream.  It to, like him was shallow.

(148 words)

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Crimson’s Creative Challenge #48

 

Why?

Argument, Angry, Silhouette, Boss, Client, Dispute

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Why is it that some instigate, incite, and connive?

Creating rifts and obstacles, so many just contrived –

They feel they are entitled to bring upon others pain –

Then they act all contrite; and innocence then they feign.

 

Why is it that so few build-up, encourage, or cheer?

Helping others surmount their worries or their greatest fears.

Giving just a moment to rectify misunderstandings great or small,

Aiding others in their wants, and open hurts so raw.

 

Why do we pass by silently, when these things we see?

Ignoring chances to speak up or aiding others to agree –

Be it politics or relationships, do we really need to divide?

I leave that with you now,  it’s for you to decide.

 

Padre

 

 

 

Inspiration Call: Word Prompt Wednesday – Why?

FOWC with Fandango — Instigate

FOWC with Fandango — Surmount

FOWC with Fandango — Raw

FOWC with Fandango — Rectify