I found this whilst seeking ideas for the Day 6, Writing 101 challenge. The challenges authors said “…after reading the first two paragraphs, you already have intimate knowledge of who these people are and what drives them.” And I felt I did.
Her husband chewed thoughtfully as he pored over the evening paper.
She wanted to tell him that she was lonely. That she was overwhelmed. She wanted to tell him that she missed being in love.
His eyes met hers briefly across the table.
She said, “Can you pass the salt?”
For the Weekly Writing Challenge.
I loved this. I know people like this. I’ll be giggling about this one for sometime.
It was summer when I first arrived; hot and humid. My rented wooden house was at the edge of town. No AC but the window screens were, for the most part, intact so as long as there was a breeze it was tolerable, but just barely; and the insects were kept at bay. Soon after getting moved in I found myself in need of something at the hardware store (I don’t remember what it was that I needed but it’s not important to this story anyway) so I decided to walk into town and get it. That’s the day I met the Churchill’s.
I’d seen the house before…
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One that made me smile…
Time for another Odd Trio prompt: write a post about any topic you want, in whatever form or genre, but make sure it features a slice of cake, a pair of flip-flops, and someone old and wise.
This one is eaaasy! Its me to a T.
I love flip flops I wear them all day every day including most of the winter and walking into town. I did lose a pair the first week Maggie arrived. I was out of the habit of hiding shoes or anything else… I’m back on form now three new pairs all hidden from tiny teeth: that’s flip flops done.
Next is cake, weeel, I’m giving serious thought to apple cake, not pie, pie will be made with shop bought frozen pastry and wild blackberries when the ones, otherwise known as weeds, in my garden ripen. Once a year they can make themselves useful it…
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