She had a penchant for excitement but discretion was a must, for how her family worried and how her family fussed— fingers tearing hair and both palms shielding eyes. Was bungee-jumping safe? Did she think sky-diving wise?
They’d have her clipping coupons and baking cherry pies, so she only did her favorite things shrouded in disguise. A person in a chicken costume jumping from a plane might have been seeking notice, might have seemed inane
if the chicken ever took off her feathers or her mask. If she ever answered the questions they might ask. But she only shed her feathers once safely in her home, arranging them with fingers and a broad-toothed comb.
Snow-boarding in her fox costume, she knew they’d never know how she banged up her left elbow, fractured her little toe. She’d said it was at tennis—that family-sanctioned sport, as they happily imagined her on golf course or on court.
They found other sport unseemly, inappropriate at best when associated with their spotless family crest. Thus did she live her life according to her nature while never bringing shame to her family nomenclature!
Once more you have defeated me with your machination, for this gadget you have gifted me defies imagination. Those tripartite metal arms are too small for much lifting, but too far apart to make use of in fine sifting.
The little barrel at the end resembles a munition, but it does not match a firearm of any definition. Is it a curling iron? Should I use it in my grooming? If I plug it in should I expect a lethal booming?
Who knows if it was meant for betterment or sure destruction? Such gifts are more appreciated when sent with instruction! The layoffs at our company were no fault of my own. I didn’t learn of yours until after you had flown.
The powers that be just acted without consulting me. The charges that the fault was mine, in truth, are calumny. I swear your firing was in no way due to my picking, so please reclaim your gift before it ceases in its ticking!!!
tri·par·tite (I’d never heard the word before either, so here’s the pronunciation and definition:/trīˈpär’ˌtīt/ adjective shared by or involving three parties.“a tripartite coalition government”consisting of three parts.“a tripartite classification.”)
A ubiquitous imagination is just like all the others with no variation from your sister’s or your brother’s. It does not twist or undulate. It runs a narrow course. It has a sense of humor never varying from its source.
As Mother dreamed and Father dreamed, so does it dream as well. It does not flaunt, cavort, carouse. It’s locked within a cell. It doesn’t thrive on irony. It does not tease or bait us. In lieu of furnishing fresh air, we flounder in its flatus.
God save us all from normalcy and those who are too dumb to develop their own funny bone but who remain humdrum by reciting age-old jokes to us and memorizing jokes that haven’t drawn much laughter since they learned them from their folks.
(This gardener used for illustrative purposes only!!!)
Once I was his buttercup. He plucked me from the bunch. He bought me lovely jewelry and took me out to lunch. He called me “dear” and “princess” and set me on a throne. I had no respite from him. I never was alone.
But now that we are married, this man who was my savior is stingy with household accounts and questions my behavior. Our house once warm and welcoming is now a gelid zone. If I knew what I’d done to cause it, I’d try to atone.
But he cannot come up with any errant act or deed that transformed me from buttercup to a common weed. He will not plough my garden, though frequently I ask. Perhaps I’ll hire a gardener to complete the task.
Prompt words are gathered from five different sites. To see those sites, click on the words which are all linked to their sites: gelid, zone, behavior, respite and buttercup. (This gardener used for illustrative purposes only!!!)
I’m writing to our leadership–selfish, short-sighted fools who are selling off our national parks and making other rules about protected species, pollution and our health. Saying it’s for our good while the rich expand their wealth.
If Nero fiddled as Rome burned, it’s also true today that our most notable leader also likes to play. As he’s shooting birdies on wild habitats turned tame, his kids take off for Africa to shoot some wild game.
What we do to others turns back on us in time, and Mother Nature will find a way of dealing with your crime. I suggest that you use caution when visiting a zoo lest the animals you threaten end up hunting you.
I simply must go shopping. I’ve a plethora of needs. My soup has gone unsalted and my garden’s full of weeds. I need whips for my whacker and I need a box of salt. So if my meals aren’t tasty, you can see it’s not my fault.
The bane of my existence is the branches that have grown to obscure my lake view and upset my garden’s tone. When I’m in the hammock, I’m thereby deprived my vista because I loaned my hedge clippers to my older sista.
It’s easier to buy new ones if I could just go shopping, but nobody knows when our immurement will be stopping. Lately what might happen in the future’s arcane knowledge. I hope that school resumes before my 3-year-old needs college!
Image by Oren Atias on Unsplash, used with permission.
She was a paragon of beauty. Diminutive perfection. The persona she constructed an incredible confection. Each year observance of her birth a full-scale celebration. Every year, a slight deduction in its calibration. So I’m afraid it’s true that by the time she passed away and met her final sunset at the ending of the day, though sexy in her youth, in her dotage she was hotter, and if you took her word for it, was younger than her daughter!
At the pinnacle of her success, she had a small eruption— only a little pimple, but it caused a large disruption. For a facial model, we can all make the connection of why it was impossible–this fault in her complexion. Before they could fire her, she staged a small defection to a facial product intended for correction. From Loreal to Clearasil—she said by her election, but so does nature alter fate by natural selection.
My alarm clock’s rude awakening I eschew vis-á-vis a gentler mode of wakeup that is buzzer-free. Questions upon awakening I find somewhat aberrant. Kindly save your queries until I am more coherent. If I’m a pebble that must drop into my daily start, I pray the ripples of my morning come farther apart.