Thursday Inspiration — A Bad Idea

409CAC7F-4328-434F-968B-589477CAA8A4”No way,” Alec said. “I have no sense of rhythm and I’ve got two left feet. I abhor dancing and I’m not going to sign up for lessons. Period. Full stop. End of story.”

“Oh come on,” Eleanor said. “I’ve seen you dance back in the day. You weren’t bad.”

“Are you kidding?” Alec protested. “Even the best of dance instructors threw in the towel when they tried to teach me.”

“I’m sure you can dance if you really try,” Eleanor said. “You were very athletic in high school, weren’t you?”

“That was 30 years and 50 pounds ago,” Alec said.

Eleanor gave Alec a stern look. “We need to add some zing to our marriage, Alec, and dancing together would be a perfect way to add that zing we need. Besides, you know what they say, right? Happy wife, happy life.”

Alec sighed. “Fine, you win Eleanor. We’ll sign up for dancing lessons.”

*****Three weeks later at the local emergency room*****

The orthopedic surgeon said, “Eleanor, your foot is broken in two place and we’ll have to put it in a cast for six weeks.”

Eleanor glared at Alec, and if looks could kill, Alec would be six feet under. “I’m sorry that I stepped on your foot and broke it,” Alec said. “But I told you that taking dancing lessons was a bad idea.”

Written for Paula Light’s Thursday Inspiration prompt, where the theme is “rhythm” (or lack thereof in this case).

The Gift

01D0C047-04EF-40B6-A9C4-EF02F380E38BI’d never heard such a bloodcurdling scream in my entire life. Well, outside of a movie theater showing a horror movie, anyway. But this scream came from my wife, which caused me to run from my home office, where I was busy paying my various monthly bills, to the dining room, where the scream came from.

“Get it out of here!” she screamed at me when I arrived. She pointed and my eyes followed her pointing finger and that’s when I saw it. Our cat, who had been in our backyard, caught a rat and, with rat in mouth, came up to our deck, sauntered into our dining room via the open sliding glass door, and dropped the almost dead rat on the mat just inside the door.

“Get it out of here!” my wife screamed again. She was literally shaking. I grabbed a ziplock bag out of a kitchen drawer, scooped up the mortally wounded rat, and carried it out to the trash bin in our garage.

By the time I got back, my wife had calmed down a bit, but she was still a little shook up. “You okay?” I asked.

“No, I’m not okay,” she said. “I can’t believe the goddam cat brought a rat into our house and dropped it on the mat in our dining room.”

We both looked down at our cat, who looked back at us with either total disinterest or possibly disdain. It was as if he was thinking how ungrateful we were after he went to all the trouble of catching and bringing us a present. “Why aren’t you thanking me? Aren’t you proud of me?” he seemed to be asking us.

Written for Teresa Grabs’ latest writing challenge, where she asks us to “write a rhyming (or not) story for adults using a cat, a rat, and a mat.”

FOWC with Fandango — Ceremony

FOWCWelcome to March 5, 2020 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 “ceremony.”

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.

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