The Collection

afa6f2fd-a690-4593-8898-e559ee1b1cb1“Okay, so what’s the plan?” Eric asked.

“I think the first thing we should do is take up a collection at the church service this coming Sunday,” Don said. “We should hit up those who are his avid supporters, those who share his ideology, as they’re leaving the evangelical church.

“Well,” Eric said, “we’d better do it sooner rather than later. His support is starting to decay somewhat.

Don laughed. “You’re watching too much fake news, Eric. Dad still has plenty of support on the Christian Right. We’ll take in a boatload of money from those zealots as they are exiting the building.”


Written for these one-word prompts: Word of the Day Challenge (plan), Ragtag Daily Prompt (collection), Nova’s Daily Random Word (service), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (avid), Your Daily word Prompt (ideology), and Daily Addictions (decay).

JusJoJan — The City of Lights

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Linda G. Hill gave us our prompt for today’s Just Jot It January post. The word is “Paris” and it was suggested by Kelli at Forty and Fanastique.

I was going to write a brief tale about a man and a woman who meet and discover love in the most romantic city in the world, the City of Lights, Gay Paree.

But, alas, this is what popped into my head and it has left no room in there for any other response to the word “Paris.”

MLMM Photo Challenge — Come Hither

8272cea8-1bdc-4e53-af78-2826bb665928I stopped short when I saw her sitting on the steps leading up to the brownstone in which I had an apartment. She was looking up at me, her head slightly tilted, her large, expressive eyes staring, and her red Mona Lisa-like lips smiling. She was stunningly beautiful and I was mesmerized.

She was sitting there, learning slightly forward, with her arms resting on her knees and her feet arched in such a way that exposed most of her shapely legs. I’m almost ashamed to tell you that I wondered whether or not she was wearing panties, and the thought that she might not be was arousing.

She continued to look at me with a sort of come hither expression on her face, inviting me to engage with her. I finally gathered myself. “Is there something I can help you with, miss?” I asked.

“I’m waiting for someone,” she said.

“I know everyone who lives in this building,” I said. “Perhaps if you give me the name of the person you’re waiting for, I can be of some assistance.”

She smiled and said, “Do you like what you see?” Then she shifted her position slightly and in such a way that allowed me to confirm that she was, indeed, not wearing panties.

“Are you a lady of the night?” I asked.

She laughed. “You never answered my question,” she said.

“What question was that?” I asked.

“Do you like what you see?” she repeated.

“And you never answered my question,” I said. “Who are you waiting for?”

“Maybe I’m waiting for you,” she said, a sensual smile gracing her face. She stood up and slowly walked down a few steps until she was standing right in front of me. She took another step forward, reached her arms up and flung them around my neck. She pressed herself tight against me, the smell her perfume was intoxicating. She stood up on her tiptoes and moved her mouth toward mine. She pressed her soft, warm, moist lips up against mine and pushed her tongue into my mouth. I felt almost faint and had to lean against her for support.

She pulled her head back, smiled up at me, and said, “Dinner should be ready in about fifteen minutes, honey, but if you’re in the mood, maybe we can have a quickie before we eat.”

“Oh, I’m so in the mood,” I said to my wife, lifting her up in my arms and carrying her up the steps and into our apartment.


Written for the Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge. Photo credit: Unexpected Tales.

Twittering Tales — Grubs Up

534f4857-a4c2-49b4-b020-00e90e960b1eThe cowpokes called their range cook “Cookie.” He may not have been a gourmet chef, but when it came to preparing meals out on the range, Cookie was the man. Beef stews were his specialty and he always had plenty of kettles of hot grub going for the ranch hands at day’s end.

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Written for Twittering Tales from Kat Myrman. Photo credit: Pexel @ Pixabay.com.

FOWC with Fandango — Avid

FOWCWelcome to January 15, 2019 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 “avid.”

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.