Jeez, I’ve been sitting here looking off into that same barren distance for 4,500 years, give of take. My is neck so stiff I can’t turn my head even an inch. I need a change of scenery, although I bet that there’s not much to see even if I could look in a different direction.
What were those puny, ancient Egyptians thinking when they built me in this limestone wasteland? I can’t even see the great pyramids, since I’m facing the other damn direction. I would love to have been built closer to the Nile River, to be able to see some greenery. Palm trees and a waterfall would have been nice touches.
Maybe some of these archeologists who keep hanging around digging for artifacts could figure out a way to put my head on a lazy Susan-like platform. But hey, I’m not holding my breath waiting for that to happen.
Well, technically I guess I am holding my breath because I can’t breath. Never have and never will.
Damn, my neck is stiff. Any of you tourists down there have a few hundred ibuprofen and ten gallons of water you can spare?
Written for Sadje’s What Do You See? prompt: Photo credit: Alka Jha @ Unsplash.
How many times and in how many ways can a man have his heart broken?
Only the lonely can understand how I am feeling. It’s as if I’ve checked into Heartbreak Hotel.
I now refer to myself as “Mr. Lonely,” and I just don’t care anymore. I will no longer allow myself to cry those lonely teardrops. I will stop shedding the tears of a clown.
From this day forth I resolve that I am a rock, I am an island, and I’ll be what I am, a solitary man.
(Exactly 90 words)
Written for Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt, where the word is “solitudinarian.”
How many song titles about being alone or lonely can you pick out in this post?
For this week’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt from Linda G. Hill, we are asked, when we sit down to write our post, to look to our left. What is the thing closest to you? Write about the memories that thing induces.
Okay, first of all, it’s Friday night and I’m not sitting down. I’m lying down. In my bed. And on my left is my wife. She’s reading a book, while I’m tapping out this post on my iPhone. What memories does this “thing” on my left induce? Wow, since that “thing” on my left and I have been together for 45 years, there is a whole boatload of memories. Where to begin?
We were a fix-up, a “blind date.” The first time I saw her, she reminded me of an Indian princess — a Native American princess, that is. And I was immediately smitten. It took her a while to cotton to me though. But I was persistent and somehow I persuaded her to move in with me and then to marry me, which she did about two years after that blind date.
And now, as I look to my left and watch her reading her book, I am reminded how lucky I am to have been fixed up with her 45 years ago. I can’t imagine what my life would have been like had we never met.
I’m a very fortunate man.
Photo credit: Annie Spratt at Unsplash.
Welcome to May 8, 2021 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 “dexterity.”
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. Please 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.
“My agent called me and said that I got the part,” Greg said to his best friend while they were sitting at a Starbucks. “I feel like I just won the lottery.”
“That’s great, Greg,” Adam texted back. “I guess that thousand bucks you spent on the acting workshop paid off, huh?”
Greg dunked the end of his biscuit into his coffee and took a bite. “Actually, that workshop got cancelled when the leader of the workshop got arrested.”
“Arrested?” Adam said. “What for?”
“He was accused of sexually assaulting several of the females in the class,” Greg said.
“No shit,” Adam exclaimed. “Wow.”
“Yeah,” Greg said, “it was quite the calamity.”
Written for these daily prompts: The Daily Spur (agent), MMA Storytime (friend), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (lottery), Word of the Day Challenge (workshop), Ragtag Daily Prompt (biscuit), and Your Daily Word Prompt (calamity).