Bill was proud of his independence and could find no better company than his own. It wasn’t that he was indecisive, nor was he in any way antisocial. But he felt no need to surround himself with petty, garrulous, insincere people who would kiss you on the cheek and stab you in the back at the same time.
He recognized that he was getting older, but he never felt any sense of urgency about settling down in one place. Maybe at some point in the future Bill would channel the small gods into helping him find worthy people in a worthy place to call home. But so far, all he had experienced were lank, shallow people in forgettably lame places. And even though he tried to fit in, he would inevitably tire of the drama he would end up encountering if he stayed in any one place for too long.
Bill couldn’t say for sure if he was the cause of the drama or if he was its victim, but in either case, the result was his itinerant lifestyle. And he was happy.
Written for these daily prompts: Scott’s Daily Prompt (proud), My Vivid Blog (indecisive), Word of the Day Challenge (garrulous), The Daily Spur (urgency), E.M.’s Random Word Prompt (channel), Twiglet (small gods), Your Daily Word Prompt (lank), Ragtag Daily Prompt (drama), and Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (itinerant).
She’s so beautiful. She’s perfect and she takes my breath away. I was planning to pop the question tonight. I have the ring in my pocket and I’ve been waiting for the perfect moment. But look at her. The expression on her face; she looks so pensive. She seems to be lost in thought and I don’t think she’s thinking about me at all. She was so quiet at dinner, not really present. Sure, she’s physically here, but her mind is clearly somewhere else. Maybe her heart is too. I’m not going to do it. I’m not going to suffer the humiliation of her rejection. I’m going to finish my glass of wine and then drop her off at her place. It’s a shame because I really love her and I thought we could have been very happy together.
Look at him, sitting there looking so goddam debonair in his tux. He’s been stringing me along for months, toying with me. He invites me to this high class, elegant restaurant, tells me to dress accordingly, presents me with a bouquet of long stemmed roses. What else could I think but that he was going to ask me to marry him tonight? But he’s not, is he? At dinner he made polite conversation, mostly small talk, really, but seemed oddly distant, almost preoccupied. And now he’s got this smug look on his face, casually sipping his wine, showing no signs of popping the question. This is mortifying. I really thought we had something special, but I’m feeling so hurt right now that I can’t even look at him. I’m going to call an Uber and go home. I’m so in love with him and I don’t want him to see me cry.
Written for Sadje’s What Do You See? prompt. Photo credit: Olga Solodilova @ Unsplash.
It’s time for my weekly Story Starter prompt. Here’s how it works. Every Tuesday morning (my time), I’m going to give you an incomplete “teaser” sentence and your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to build a story (prose or poetry) around that partial sentence. It doesn’t have to be the first sentence in your story, and you don’t even have to use it in your post at all if you don’t want to. The purpose of the teaser is simply to spark your imagination and to get your storytelling juices flowing.
This week’s Story Starter teaser is:
I recently went through a really bad breakup and had sworn off relationships forever until…
If you care to write and post a story built from this teaser, be sure to link back to this post and to tag your post with #FSS. I would also encourage you to read and enjoy what your fellow bloggers do with their stories.
It’s February 15, 2022. Welcome 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 “itinerant.”
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.