#FOWC — Play Nice

C97FFC8F-5600-4EE5-9326-B8E6C12B6E80I used to hate it when my mother would advise me to “play nice” with someone. To me, what she really wanted me to do was to do whatever the other kid wanted to do, regardless of what I wanted. She was instructing me to behave in a kind, friendly, or polite way towards someone. Even towards my obnoxious cousin Arthur. I hated that guy.

It’s not that I’m a mean, nasty, difficult, or angry person. It’s just that I don’t think it’s always — or even often — necessary to placate to others.

When you placate to someone, what you’re doing is trying to pacify them. You’re appeasing, mollifying, or easing their anger. But that assumes that their anger or annoyance is justified…and perhaps yours is not.

So I guess the bottom line is that I’m not a placating kind of a guy, although I have been known to play nice occasionally.

Written for today’s One-Word Challenge. The word is “placate.”

Sticky Pages

17BB7522-5FA2-4A4A-B4E8-78F98001747F“The video footage was grainy, but Taylor recognized them easily,” Detective Jim Morrisey said to his partner, Ron Hayden. “Let’s head over to the city library and see if we can wrap this case up quickly.”

The detectives arrived at the library about 15 minutes later and met with the head librarian, Taylor Woods. “Miss Woods, Detective Hayden and I wish to thank you for taking a look at the surveillance video and so quickly identifying the three youths who were in here yesterday damaging the property. I know that must have been difficult for you,” Morrisey said.

“Yes,” Taylor responded. It was not only difficult, it was disgusting.”

“No doubt it was, but your identification of those boys will allow us to bring them to justice,” Hayden assured her.

“Well, they aren’t bad boys, really,” Taylor pointed out. “But you know how teenage boys are these days, with their raging hormones. But in a public library, of all places.”

“They’re guilty of destroying public property,” Morrisey said. “I’m sure there’s some law against masturbating onto the pages of library books.”

“Well,” Taylor said, “they were reading those Fifty Shades books, you know.” Blushing slightly, she added, “They are quite titillating, aren’t they?”

This is a twofer written for the Mindlovemisery Menagerie First Line Friday prompt, where the line is “The video footage was grainy, but Taylor recognized them easily,” and for Rachel Poli’s Time To Write Set the Scene prompt where the scene is the library.

Friday Fictioneers — Art History

img_1527It just may have been the most beautiful building she’d ever seen. Standing on the mezzanine level looking down at the Great Hall, Annie was brought to tears.

She never could have imagined being in New York City at the Metropolitan Museum of Art, but here she was. Her friends back home in the small, upstate town laughed at her when she said she wanted to study art history. Even her father questioned her about the kind of future she would have.

But here she was, with a full scholarship in art history from Columbia, standing in the Met.

(100 words)

Written for this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Photo credit: Roger Bultot.

#writephoto — Birds of a Feather

img_1531They say that birds of a feather flock together. So when she saw a large, blue feather float down from above and land on the sidewalk right in front of her, Amanda instinctively looked up to see where it might have come from.

It was hard for her to see much as the sun was almost directly overhead, but when her eyes adjusted, Amanda was able to see a large flock of bluebirds overhead. But what struck her most was that there were other feathers, similar to the first one she saw on the ground, now spiraling down all around her.

At first it was just a few, but then the volume of feathers increased until the ground was literally covered with blue feathers. Amanda had never seen anything quite like this before, and as she was wondering about it, she heard something hit the ground behind her with a plop-like sound. When she turned to see what it was, much to her shock and surprise, it was a bluebird, dead on the ground and missing many of its feathers.

A few more plop sounds near her, each another bird falling to its death from above. One hit her on the shoulder, bounced off of her and onto the feather-covered sidewalk.

In a panic, Amanda looked for the closest door she could find and ran inside the lobby of an office building. Other people were in there, looking out of the large, plate-glass windows, wondering, as was Amanda, what the hell was going on.

“It’s all over the internet,” someone who was staring at his smartphone yelled. “Twitter is down. It’s been hacked and its little bluebirds are falling down out of the cybersphere.”

Written for yesterday’s Thursday Photo Prompt from Sue Vincent. She actually posted two intriguing pictures and this is the second of the two images. If you’re interested, here’s my response to the first image.

FOWC with Fandango — Placate

FOWCWelcome to June 8, 2018 and to Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (aka, FOWC). It’s designed to fill the void after WordPress bailed on its daily one-word prompt.

I will be posting each day’s word just after midnight Pacific Time (US).

Today’s word is “placate.” Write a post using that word. It can be prose, poetry, fiction, non-fiction. It can be any length. It can be just a picture or a drawing if you want. No holds barred, so to speak.

Once you are done, tag your post with #FOWC and create a pingback to this post if you are on WordPress. Or you can simply include a link to your post in the comments.

And be sure to read the posts of other bloggers who respond to this prompt. You will marvel at their creativity.