Weekend Writing Prompt — Costume Party

Herb was sitting at Doris’ dressing table when she entered their bedroom.

“What are you doing?” she asked her husband.

“Pass me that rainbow wig over there, and my brush?”

“Excuse me?

“I’m trying out my Halloween costume for the community center costume party,” he explained. “I’ll need to borrow one of your fancy dresses. I think I can squeeze into one.”

Indeed not,” Doris said. “What’s the matter with you?”

“I thought for one night it would be fun to pretend to be female.”

“Think again!”

(87 words)

Written for Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt, where the word is “brush.”

Also for these daily prompts: Ragtag Daily Prompt (rainbow), Word of the Day Challenge (squeeze), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (indeed), and The Daily Spur (female).

SoCS — Lid

For today’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt from Linda G. Hill, we are given the word “lid.” Linda then instructs us to “use it in the literal sense, use it in the metaphorical sense, use it any way you’d like.”

Hank was sitting in his living room intently watching the first playoff game between the San Francisco Giants and the Los Angeles Dodgers on TV. It was the top of the sixth inning and the Giants were holding on to a slim two run lead. Margaret, who didn’t particularly like baseball and was totally bored watching the game, started jabbering away about something that her sister had told her about in an email. Margaret’s voice was very distracting to Hank and he was having trouble hearing the play-by-play announcer. “Shh,” he said, trying to hush her up, but she kept talking.

The Dodgers had two on with only one out and Hank couldn’t concentrate on the game, so he snapped at her. “For crissake, woman, put a lid on it, will you please?”

Margaret looked confused. She got up and walked into the kitchen, looked the stove, and saw that the lid was, indeed, on the large pot in which she was preparing a beef stew for tomorrow night’s extended family dinner. She then walked back into the living room and said to Hank, “No need to worry, dear, I just checked and the lid is already on the pot.”

As she said that, the Giants’ left fielder made an outstanding catch up against the wall, robbing the batter of what was almost a three run homer that would have put the Dodgers in the lead. “Jesus, Margaret, how fucking stupid are you,” he yelled. “You always take things so literally. I wasn’t talking about the stupid lid on the pot in the kitchen, I was speaking metaphorically, trying to get you to shut the fuck up while I’m watching the goddam ballgame. You just made me miss that unbelievable play in left field.”

Margaret was visibly shaken by her husband’s angry words and his vile language. Tears streaming down her cheeks, she ran back into the kitchen to try and gather herself. After a few moments calm had returned. She put on an oven mit and lifted the lid from the pot and walked into the living, positioned herself behind Hank’s Lazy Boy, and clocked him upside the head with the pot’s heavy lid.

Hank fell to the floor, his eyes rolling in their sockets. Then he lost consciousness. Margaret looked down at the now lifeless body of her husband and said aloud. “Yes, Hank, I am a very literal person. You told me to put a lid on it and you got exactly what you asked for.”

#writephoto — The Tomb

“Hey buddy, are you okay?” the cemetery groundskeeper asked, as he helped the man who passed out in front of the tomb to his feet.

Charles nodded his head. “Yeah, thanks, I’m feeling better.” He reached up to his head and felt something wet on his forehead. It was blood.

The groundskeeper handed Charles a handkerchief and said, “You’ve got a bit of a gash on your forehead. Let me take you to the office. The adjunct director, Mr. Natas, is on duty and he can get you cleaned up.

Charles was a little unsteady on his feet, and the groundskeeper gave him a hand as they walked toward the cemetery’s office. “I guess I didn’t look too suave back there when I passed out,” Charles said when he was introduced to Mr. Natas. “I was on my way to visit my late wife’s grave when I felt a blast of cold air coming from that open tomb. I looked over and saw what appeared to be the devil himself rising from it. Then he beckoned me to join him in the tomb. That’s when I must have lost consciousness.”

“You know,” Mr. Natas said in a comforting voice, “a number of visitors to this cemetery, especially at this time of year with Halloween just right around the corner, have complained about unusually cold air around that particular tomb. Some have even claimed to have seen an apparition of a Satan-like being. But I can assure, Charles, nothing like that has ever actually happened.” Mr. Natas’ eyes suddenly got bloodshot, his ears grew to sharp points, and an evil, sardonic smile crossed his face. “So don’t you worry, Charles, you’re in good hands and I promise that I will take very good care of you.”

Written for KL Caley’s #writephoto prompt. Photo credit: KL Caley. Also for these daily prompts: Ragtag Daily Prompt (thanks), My Visual Blog (better), Your Daily Word Prompt (adjunct), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (suave), The Daily Spur (devil), and Word of the Day Challenge (apparition).

FOWC with Fandango — Indeed


Welcome to October 9, 2021 and to Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (aka, FOWC). I will be posting each day’s word just after midnight Pacific Time (U.S.).

Today’s word is “indeed.”

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.