What Do You See? — Foxy Girl

A02FBADF-1C69-4961-A2D8-AD0E0D5F9E57“Okay, girls,” the director said. “Blondie, you’ll be holding the red fox when we start shooting,” he said, “and Red, you’ll hold the white one. Got it?”

“It’s Gloria and Debbie,” his assistant, holding the clipboard, whispered in the director’s ear. “Gloria is the blonde and Debbie is the redhead.”

“Whatever,” the director said, dismissing his assistant with a wave of his hand. He turned his attention to the two teenage girls in their school uniforms. “Girls, he said,” I want you to remember that we’re shooting a commercial for a new perfume called ‘Foxy Girl.’ The two foxes have been sedated a little to keep them calm, so you don’t have to worry about being bitten or scratched. Got it?” Both girls nodded.

The director’s assistant stepped up to the director. “How about giving Debbie the red fox and giving Gloria the white one. That way the girls’ hair color and the color of the foxes’ fur will match.”

“Okay, girls,” he said, slight change of plans. Blondie, you’ll take the white fox and Red, you got the red one. Got it? Now the animal trainer is going to hand you the foxes and when I say ‘action,’ I want to see you to hold the foxes in your arms and lovingly stroke their fur. I also want to see you two with big, warm smiles on your faces. Got it?” Both girls nodded.

The trainer gave Debbie the red fox and Gloria the white one. Then the director yelled “Action!”

A moment later, he yelled “Cut!”

He walked up to the two girls and softly said, “Girls, we’re shooting a video here, not a still photo. When I say ‘action,’ I need you to caress the foxes like you would your beloved pet dog or cat. And girls, you both look like you, not just the foxes, have been sedated. I need you to smile, to look happy, to be animated, look like you’re enjoying yourselves. Got it?” Both girls nodded.

He stepped back and yelled “Action!”

A moment later, “Cut, cut, cut, dammit!”


Written for this week’s What Do You See? Challenge from Hélène Vaillant at Willow Poetry. Photo credit: Pinterest free picture.

To Watch or Not to Watch

CF4728FB-9BA6-49A6-9874-F3941702CBD3That is the question. I’m torn. Do I tune into Donald Trump’s State of the Union speech tonight, where he’s being handed a figurative megaphone to spew his lies and his divisiness? He claims he’s going to be talking about unity, but to him, unity means uniformity. It means supporting him unquestioningly, uniting behind him. The kind of unity Senator Lindsey Graham has called for, where he has threatened Republicans who don’t back President Trump on his proposed border wall, which Graham calls “the defining moment of his presidency.” Unity. Yeah, right.

I am tempted to skip the State of the Union because my bullshit meter is full and there’s just no room to overwrite it with more of Donald Trump’s nonsense. And when I think about all of the other possibilities for how I could spend that time: reading a book, reading and writing posts, watching a comedy or drama on TV, listening to upbeat music that I can hum along with, or whatever, why waste my time watching that moron?

I have to admit that I’m considering recording the SOTU on my DVR, just in case he says something truly important.

Yeah, right.


Written for these daily prompts: Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (megaphone), Your Daily Word Prompt (overwrite), Word of the Day Challenge (possibilities), and Ragtag Daily Prompt (hum).

 

MLMM Photo Challenge — Read Me; See Me

CreativeHe went to the blogger’s contact page, typed in his name, his email address, and his blog’s URL. Then he entered his comment:

I am in love with you. I am mesmerized by your words, your verbs, your nouns, your adjectives, and even your adverbs. Your grammar, punctuation, and usage are exquisite. Your every sentence is so well conceived and constructed, you paragraphs are riveting. Your writer’s voice is exquisite. I image you to be a vision of pure beauty and elegance. I must meet you. Tell me where you live. I will drive, sail, or fly to you, but I cannot go on much longer without being touched by the real, physical you as I have been touched by the abstract, metaphysical, cyber you. I eagerly await your response.

The response came back a few days later:

Thank you for reaching out to me. I was truly touched by your message. But you need to understand that I am not who you believe me to be. I, like you, am merely a blogger who marvels at the majesty of words. But in reality, I am invisible. You have painted an image of me that uses only the metaphoric ink I have poured onto the symbolic pages of my blog. My writing has allowed you to create an ink blot of my visage that can be seen only by your mind’s eye. I am to you who I want you to imagine me to be. So, knowing the impossibility of being able to live up to who you wish me to be, I must decline your request to meet in the real world.

His disappointment upon receiving the response was immense. He would not give up and wrote back:

You are not invisible to me. I see you clearly and I am smitten. Your words show me who you really are, a warm, tender, sensitive, emotive, empathetic individual who has cast a spell upon me, one that can only be broken by meeting the you who exists in the physical world. You have taken my heart and I beg you to not deny me the opportunity to complete the portrait of the person your words have outlined.

A few days later, another email response arrived:

Okay listen up, dude. I know I have a way with words, but let me be real with you. I’m actually a 48 year old, 400 pound guy sitting on my bed in my mother’s basement in her house in New Jersey. So if you still wanna meet me in the real world, sure. We can meet at Newark Airport on the second Tuesday of next week.

The guy from New Jersey was shocked when he got this response:

Works for me. How about this coming Tuesday in Terminal C.


Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge. Photo credit: Origin Eight.

Twittering Tales — Off to a Good Start

BA959738-D238-4B1C-9A90-EB4ADC92B3A9George sat down in front of his Smith Corona typewriter. “Okay, George,” he said to himself. “It starts with one word.” He thought for a moment and then pounded out “It starts with one WORD” on the keyboard.

He stared at the paper. “Around 90,000 more and my novel will be done.”

(278 characters)


Written for the Twittering Tales prompt from Kat Myrman. Photo credit: Pexels at Pixabay.com.

FOWC with Fandango — Megaphone

FOWCWelcome to February 5, 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 “megaphone.”

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.