The Substitute Teacher

7F68F76B-B0BA-4337-978D-DC7C2D2C7DF6“Can you please sum it up, already?” I said. “I haven’t got all day, you know.”

“Okay, Fine,” Doug said, “but if you’d have seen her, you wouldn’t want me to skimp on the details.”

I looked at my watch, raised one eyebrow, and gave Doug an impatient look.

“So the substitute teacher walked into the classroom and, oh my God, dude, my eyes almost popped out of my head,” Doug said. “She was some dish, let me tell you.”

I looked at my watch again.

“Anyway, she was wearing a really low-cut blouse, you know, one with décolletage, or whatever you call it,” Doug continued. “And with those double-Ds of hers, there was little left to the imagination, believe me.”

“Seriously?” I said, “That’s what was so important?”

“Let me tell you, dude,” Doug said, “If you’d have seen her, you’d have felt the same frisson that I did.” Then he whipped out his iPhone and showed me a picture of her. Well, of her visible assets, anyway.

“You’re such a child,” I said.


Written for these daily prompts: Ragtag Daily Prompt (sum), Word of the Day Challenge (substitute), The Daily Spur (dish), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (double), and Your Daily Word Prompt (frission frisson).

Twas it Whatsit?

8D05AD47-5AD2-430D-9B20-91342056705ERory, A Guy Called Bloke, started another on of his “Not Just My Verse” poetry blog hops. He tagged Paula Light (Light Motifs II) and then she tagged me, although I don’t know why? Poetry is not exactly my forte.

Anyway, here’s how it works. Rory explains that he will write a four line rhyming verse. Then he will tag one of his readers who will, in turn, add four lines of rhyming verse to his and then tag one of their own readers. It’s a case of “wash, rinse, repeat.” But each tagged blogger must stick with the topic. So what is the topic this time around? It’s “Twas Not Twas!

So here’s how Rory started things off:

I am sure, well pretty sure NO, of course l am sure!
Twas not twas, twas not there before!
And yet, here l am looking upon it with widened eyes …
This thing that twasn’t, and yet now it twas a surprise!

Then Paula followed up with:

When I told my friends what had transpired,
They laughed and said I must be a liar,
For things like THAT surely are not real;
Then it came back and said let’s make a deal.

And now it’s my turn:

So it wants to make a deal?
Well that does have some appeal.
I asked it, “Whatsit all about?”
And that twas when it started to shout.

Okay. I’m going to pass the poetic baton to:

Christine Bolton at Poetry for Healing.

#writephoto — Penny Wise and Pound Foolish

E5777421-C875-4134-97FC-137DC8499105“Wow,” Sean said, “turn around and look at the sunset. Spectacular, huh?”

“Yeah, that’s quite a view,” Craig said sarcastically. “We gotta get moving. It’s getting dark.”

“So do you know where you’re going?” Denise asked.

“Of course he doesn’t,” Sean snapped.

“Why do you always feel the need to make any situation more difficult?” Craig said, his irritation with Sean readily apparent.

Denise gave her brother a dirty look. “And why does everything with you have to end up being a pissing contest, for crissake?”

Craig glared at his sister. “Well, if your supposedly rich boyfriend wasn’t such a friggin’ cheapskate, he would have rented a boat that wouldn’t have taken on water, sunk, and almost drowned us all. Now we’re stuck on some godforsaken peninsula in who knows where.”

“Listen to you,” Denise said. “You’re complaining that he’s a cheapskate when just last week you called him a spendthrift because he spent fifteen grand on that Harley motorcycle. There’s just no pleasing you, is there?”

“Hey, don’t give your brother a hard time, Denise,” Sean said. “My father always tells me I don’t know how to manage money. He says I’m penny wise and pound foolish. Now let’s see if we can find some shelter for the night.”


Written for the Thursday Photo Prompt from Sue Vincent. Also for these daily prompts from yesterday: Ragtag Daily Prompt (view), The Daily Spur (dark), Your Daily Word Prompt (difficult), Word of the Day Challenge (contest), and Fandango’s Daily Prompt (spendthrift).

Song Lyric Sunday — The Boulevard

For this week’s Song Lyric Sunday  prompt, Jim Adams gave us the words Avenue, Boulevard, Drive, Lane, Road, and Street to use as our theme. I was originally going to use “Takin’ It to the Streets” by the Doobie Brothers, but then I remembered that I already used that song back in July of last year when Jim’s predecessor, Helen Vahdati gave us the word “street.” So instead I decided to go with “Boulevard” by Jackson Browne.

Written and performed by Jackson Browne from his 1980 album Hold Out, “Boulevard” peaked at number 19 on the Billboard Hot 100 when it was released in June 1980 and it spent 16 weeks on the chart, making it Browne’s fifth-biggest Top 40 hit.

In an interview, Browne said the song is about Hollywood Boulevard. He said, “I used to live right above Hollywood Boulevard, and there’s a place called The Gold Cup and there were a lot of runaway kids and a lot of teen prostitution around there. It was partly written from the point of view of a young person on that street, yet it’s not really immersed in that. You’re sort of empathizing with them to some degree, and also trying to say ‘it’s only time.’ It’s time on the boulevard, but this doesn’t mean this is who you are and where you’ll always be.”

Here are the song’s lyrics.

Down on the boulevard they take it hard
They look at life with such disregard
They say it can’t be won
The way the game is run
But if you choose to stay
You end up playing anyway
It’s okay…

The kid’s in shock up and down the block
The folks are home playing beat the clock
Down at the golden cup
They set the young ones up
Under the neon light
Selling day for night
It’s alright…

Nobody rides for free
Nobody gets it like they want it to be
Nobody hands you any guarantee
Nobody

The hearts are hard and the times are tough
Down on the boulevard the night’s enough
And time passes slow
Between the store front shadows and the street lights glow

Everybody walks right by like they’re safe or something
They don’t know…

Nobody knows you
Nobody owes you nothin
Nobody shows you what they’re thinking
Nobody baby

Hey, hey, baby
You got to watch the street, keep your feet
And be on guard
Make it pay baby
It’s only time on the boulevard

FOWC with Fandango — Double

FOWCWelcome to June 2, 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 “double.”

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.

The issue with pingbacks not showing up seems to have been resolved, but you might check to confirm that your pingback is there. If not, please manually add your link in the comments.

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