Samantha hadn’t slept well for the past four or five nights and was experiencing yet another mid-afternoon slump. She reached for the pot of coffee from that morning and poured what remained into her cup.
Samantha opened the microwave door to heat up the coffee, but before she could put her cup inside, she dropped it on the floor, and let out a scream. She reached inside the oven and pulled out a white, porcelain mug that was partially encrusted in a dark red substance.
She picked up the pieces of her broken cup and mopped up the spilled coffee. Then Samantha called out to her six-year-old daughter, who was in the family room. “Alicia, get in here this instant.”
Samantha held up the mug and asked, “What is this?”
“That’s my sparement,” Alicia said.
“My science sparement,” Alicia answered. “I wanted to see what would happen if I put my crayons in the microwave. See? It worked!”
Written for this week’s FFfAW (Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers) challenge. Photo credit: artycaptures.wordpress.com
Donald Trump’s response to the events in Charlottesville, VA this weekend makes my skin prickle. Here’s what he said about what happened.
We condemn in the strongest possible terms this egregious display of hatred, bigotry and violence, on many sides. On many sides. It’s been going on for a long time in our country. Not Donald Trump, not Barack Obama. This has been going on for a long, long time.
On many sides”? Are you kidding me? The President of the United States can’t even bring himself to condemn the white nationalists, neo-Nazis, and supporters of the KKK who instigated the violence that ensued in Charlottesville.
Why can’t or won’t he? Because these deplorables, as Hillary Clinton rightfully called them, are his base, and all Trump has left who support him is his hard-core, alt-right base.
Donald is loyal to his base, which is loyal to Donald Trump. He may not defend them, but he just can’t bring himself to condemn them.
Written for today’s one-word prompt, “prickle.”
“Sorry, honey, but I’m just not in the mood right now,” James told his wife.
“You never seem to be in the mood anymore,” Carolyn said, her eyes tearing up. “Don’t you love me anymore?”
“Of course I love you,” James reassured her. “But I just don’t feel like it right now.”
“You never seem to be feel like it these days.”
“What are you talking about?” James asked. “We’ve done it three time in the past ten days.”
“You’re keeping count?” Carolyn said indignantly.
“No, I’m not keeping count, but I think we’ve been doing it too often lately.”
Carolyn glared at her husband. “Too often? Really? We used to do it much more often when we were first married. You were never not in the mood back then.”
Knowing he couldn’t win this, James relented. “Okay, fine,” he said, “Get your coat and we’ll head to Denny’s for dinner and then go see the movie.”
Carolyn beamed. “See,” she said. “I always know how to get you in the mood.”
Written for Sandi’s Manic Monday challenge to write a post about the 1939 song from the Glenn Miller Orchestra, “In The Mood.”