Ron and Mary sat on the rug in front of the fireplace enjoying their glasses of wine and feeling toasty in front of the abundant flames that warmed the entire room.
“The one attribute I admire most in people is being loyal,” Ron said. “That’s why I admire Donald Trump. Loyalty is very important to him.”
“Are you crazy?” Mary said. “That man is one of the most mean-spirited human being ever to occupy the Oval Office.”
“Do you really mean that?” Ron asked.
“Yes, I mean that!” Mary said emphatically. “Loyalty is more important to that man than qualifications or competence.”
“That’s a mean thing to say.” Ron said.
“Open your eyes, Ron,” Mary said. “As far as presidents go, he’s well below the mean.”
“I think he’s way above average,” Ron said.
“You’re an idiot,” Mary said, putting down her wine and heading toward the bedroom. “I guess it’s true that Donald Trump is breaking up families.”
Written for today’s Three Things Challenge from Teresa. The three things are admire, loyal, and fireplace. Also for today’s Word of the Day Challenge, “abundant.” And, of course, for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge, “mean.”
“Aw, Ma, do I have to?” Jenny whined.
“Yes you do,” Arlene said. “You’re too young for me to leave you here by yourself and I promise it won’t take long.”
“Where are we going?” Jenny asked, arms folded defiantly across her chest.
“The notions store,” Arlene answered.
“What are notions?”
“They are things like pins, cotton, ribbon, and similar items for sewing,”Arlene explained.
“That is so boring,” Jenny said.
“How about this,” Arlene said. “When we come back I’ll teach you how to sew. We can start by sewing a dress for you.”
Jenny smiled. “Cool,” she said.
Written for today’s 100 Word Wednesday prompt from Bikurgurl.
Did you ever notice that people walking through airports are like zombies? The next time you’re in an airport, look around. Walking through the terminal and toward their gates, dragging their rollaboards behind them, they all have these vacant, empty expressions on their faces. They seem to be possessed. They’re like the walking dead.
Even those who are eating something in one of the various food courts or restaurants that dot the terminal buildings are just going through the motions, opening up their mouths and stuffing some crappy food into it while either staring off into space or with their eyes affixed to their smartphone screens.
And when it’s time to board, they line up like lemmings, waiting for their boarding group number to be called and then, one after the other, like automatons, hand their boarding passes to the gate attendant before entering the long, narrow, metal tube.
Except for kids. They are still too young to have reached the airport zombie stage. They are too excited, too full of energy. They are running around and screeching and giving all of the grown up zombies bigger headaches than they already have.
And I used to enjoy flying.
Written for this week’s Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner from Roger Shipp. Photo credit: flight-airport-airplane-plane-34631 pixel photo.
“It is better to speak profoundly to just one than to blather at a world of idiots.”
Suze who blogs at “Suziland Too or Obsolete Childhood”
Yesterday I wrote a post in which I bemoaned how my blog stats were recently in a nosedive. I admit that I was being a bit whiny, and that’s when Suze put me in my place. She commented, “It is better to speak profoundly to just one than to blather at a world of idiots…yes, you can quote me.”
To which, knowing that today, Wednesday, is Linda G. Hill’s One-Liner Wednesday prompt, I replied, “I just may do that. Stay tuned!”
I thought that Suze’s highly inspirational and motivational one-liner perfectly fit the bill for this prompt. I believe that Suze was telling me that
- I shouldn’t give quantity a higher priority than quality,
- most of my posts are nothing more than me blathering on about nothing,
- most of the people who read my blog are idiots,
- all of the above, or
- none of the above.
In any event, I thought Suze’s comment was, in and of itself, profound. Unfortunately, she has now set the bar quite high for me because I feel as though it’s incumbent upon me to come up with something profound to post about.
Omigod, where is Jack Handey when I need him?
Welcome to July 11, 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 “mean.”
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.