Her stage name was Bubbles and she was a veteran of the strip club circuit. As was her tradition, she would perform her famous bubble dance, and it was uncanny how the audience would respond to her moves. With the huge, shimmering bubble seemingly floating above her, her very exotic, erotic, and rather explicit act catapulted her to top billing wherever she appeared. She was a warrior.
But as happens to all of us, Bubbles’ age was starting to show. Her hair was turning grayish. Gravity was taking its toll on some of her more ample assets. And her once limber, flexible body began to falter.
Bubbles had carved out a highly successful career for herself, but she could no longer purport to be the rockstar she had once been. So, with a consciousness that many in her profession lacked, Bubbles gave away her bubble machine, retired from the circuit, and returned to being a housewife and mother — soon to be a grandmother — named Greta Shapiro.
But to this day, her husband, Harry, still calls her Bubbles, and reassures her that no one will ever burst her bubble in his eyes.
Written for these prompts: Ragtag Daily Prompt (bubbles/carved), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (tradition/explicit), My Vivid Blog (uncanny/warrior), The Daily Spur (audience/veteran), E.M.’s Random Word Prompt (floating/consciousness), Word of the Day Challenge (catapult), Weekly Prompts Color Challenge (grayish), and Your Daily Word Prompt (purport).
I didn’t recognize your true nature
But then your forked-tongued sibilance gave you away
You are a viper, a venomous snake, poisoning your prey
Killing me slowly
(Exactly 28 words)
Written for Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt, where the word is “sibilance.” Image credit: shutterstock.com.
For this week’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, Linda G. Hill has given us the word “wallpaper” to work with. This reminded me of when we purchased a 100 year old Queen Anne Victorian house when we lived in Massachusetts back in the 80s and 90s. It was a bit of a fixer-upper, and nearly every room in the house, including the kitchen and the bathrooms, had wallpaper on the walls.
Neither my wife nor I are big fans of wallpaper, and so we commenced the tedious task of removing the old wallpaper. But much to our chagrin, we discovered that most walls had multiple layers of wallpaper. In some cases, three or even four layers.
As we peeled and scraped these layers of wallpaper from every room in the house, we made a fascinating discovery. The oldest (and, therefore, the original) layer of wallpaper in a few of the rooms was a toile (or twall) pattern. Toile patterns, like the one in the image below, typically have a highly detailed, repeated pattern depicting a pastoral or natural scene, most involving people and/or animals.
I thought it was really interesting to see the kinds of wallpapers that had been applied to the walls of our Victorian era home, but I thought that the toile paper was really cool. I wasn’t able to save any of the toile wallpaper, but I told my wife that we should see if we could find vintage toile pattern wallpaper to apply to our walls.
She said no.
It’s August 6, 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 “tradition.”
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.
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