Weekly Prompts — No Butts About It

8C102CFB-0753-4734-8992-AD636B9F1866I have to admit that the first thing that came to mind when I saw the prompt for today’s Weekly Prompts Photo Challenge was not a car accident where someone runs into the rear end of your car. And it was also not of raising (rearing) kids.

At the risk of appearing to be sexist or of objectifying women, I will confess that the first thought that occurred to me when I saw that the prompt was the word “rear” was a woman’s butt.

Because this is a Photo Challenge, I looked through my entire photo library and discovered that I don’t possess a single photo that focuses on that particular part of the female anatomy. Well, the human female anatomy that is. I found one picture prominently featuring my dog’s rear end and another showing off my cat’s butt. But nobody wants to see pictures of their butts. Thus, I had to spend hours on Google and on various photo sharing sites examining pictures of women’s butts. It’s a tough job, but somebody’s gotta do it.

I wanted to find one that wasn’t obscene or even too risque. One that, given the focus of the query, was in good taste. Ultimately, I found and settled upon a photo by Ryan Moreno at unsplash.com.

So what you see at the top of this post is Ryan’s photo of a woman’s rear end snugly tucked into a pair of tight Levi’s jeans. I hope you enjoy seeing his picture and reading this post as much as I did researching and writing it.

Weekend Writing Prompt — Lost in Translation

96B7AB7B-A021-4CA8-91FD-249D8E68A0A9“We’re an American company, but many of our clients are Chinese,” the interviewer said. “We need someone who can accurately and effectively translate from English to Mandarin.”

“I speak fluent Mandarin,” the applicant said. “I am sure I can handle that kind of translation.”

“Knowing how to speak two languages is not the same as knowing how to translate,” interviewer said. “Being a translator is a special skill that professionals work hard to develop. Incorrect translations have the potential to cause significant damage. Financial markets may crumble and countries may go to war over mistranslated words or phrases. Are you prepared for such consequences if you screw up?”

“Thank you, but I’ll take a pass.”

(115 words)

8EB51AAF-8A0F-4338-93A3-803547B73B38Written for Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt, where we are challenged to write a poem or piece of prose using the word “translation” in exactly 115 words.

Taking Stock of Things

3B82C04D-49BC-4756-9E79-B305439198A3“Is it too much to ask for some peace and quiet?” Sharon asked her husband, Nick, on the drive home to Chicago from a disastrous weekend in Cincinnati.

“Oh you don’t want to talk about what happened last night at the wedding reception?” Nick asked in an icy cold voice.

“Fine, let’s talk about it, Nick,” Sharon said. “What on earth did I do to make you so act like such a jealous bastard?”

“Are you serious, Sharon?” Nick asked. “Well, for starters, there was that affair you had two years ago with that coworker of yours. You know, the one who you couldn’t keep your horny hands away from his pants zipper.”

“Come on, Nick. That was two years ago. It’s ancient history, crissake. And it was just one time.”

“So you claim, Sharon,” Nick said. “But then last night you were all over that son of a bitch at the reception. Some random guy standing near me pointed to the two of you and said, ‘Hey, those two should get a room.’ How do you think that made me feel, Sharon?”

“Nick, you’re being ridiculous, Sharon said. “He was a fascinating man He’s traveled all over the world and is a marvelous storyteller.”

“I’m being ridiculous?” Nick said. “That guy was such a fig.

“I think the word your looking for is ‘prig,’ Nick,” Sharon said. “And yes, he was a bit of a prig. But I really enjoyed his energetic nature and his enthusiasm for life. If you would have joined in on the conversation instead of hanging out by yourself at the bar and feeling sorry for yourself, I’m sure that you would have enjoyed listening to him, too.”

“Oh really?” Nick said. “Well, I’m sorry if you feel that I’m not interesting or energetic. I’m just not a real emotive guy, Sharon. It’s not in my nature. But what I do want is for us to take what we have together and nurture it, Sharon. I want to make us stronger and better together.”

“I know, Nick,” Sharon said. “But you need to stop being so possessive, so jealous, so controlling. We can be together without smothering each other. I think you need to take inventory of what you want out of life and whether or not the two of us are right for one another. And when we get back to Chicago, I think we need some time apart while you take stock of things.”

Written for Paula Light’s Three Things Challenge, where the three things are “fig,” “Cincinnati,” and “zipper.” And for these daily prompts: Ragtag Daily Prompt (peace), Your Daily Word Prompt (jealous), The Daily Spur (energetic), Word of the Day Challenge (nurture), and Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (inventory).

SoCS — Leave It Be

75A32B1F-B038-4878-960F-A6F2E9F6479AIt was autumn, the season when the leaves leave the trees, when you told me that you were going to leave me.

I’ll never forget it. It was a late afternoon on a cool, crisp fall day. You said that you wanted to take a walk in the park and that we needed to talk. Then you confessed that you no longer loved me. You said that you were leaving me.

I was in a state of shock. I didn’t understand. I thought everything was fine between us. But you said that that was the problem. You said that I didn’t really see you, see us. You told me that you’d found someone else who did see you. You said that you were leaving me for him.

And then you left. You left me standing alone. I sat down on a park bench and watched the leaves falling from the trees, floating to the ground and swirling around, carried by the autumn breezes that had suddenly grown much colder.

That was two years ago. It’s autumn, again. I am sitting on that same bench in that same park, watching as the leaves are once again leaving the trees.

My cellphone rings. It’s you. You tell me that you’re leaving your new man. You tell me that it isn’t working out with him. You say that he doesn’t really see you. You tell me that you miss me, miss us.

I tell you that I’ve moved on and that you should too. I say that we need to leave well enough alone; that we need to leave it be. And then I say goodbye.

Written for this today’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt from Linda G. Hill. Our task is to use the word “leaves.” Photo credit: VectorStock.com.

FOWC with Fandango — Inventory

FOWCWelcome to June 22, 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 “inventory.”

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.