Twiglet — Not What She Was Expecting

“He Just called and wants to meet me at the bar after work today,” Amanda told her coworker, Sally. “What do you think it means?”

“It probably means he wants to have a drink with you after work today,” Sally said, laughing.

“Stop it, Sally,” Amanda said, “I’m serious. Brad and I have been going out for four months and I feel like things between us have stalled.”

“Four months is not that long, Amanda,” Sally said. “But maybe you should come right out and ask him where he sees your relationship heading. If he leans over and gives you a kiss on the cheek, that will speak volumes.”

A few hours later, Amanda walked into bar, spotted Brad at a table, and headed over to him. Brad stood up and greeted Amanda with a kiss on the cheek.

Amanda started to cry. “Sally was right. After four wonderful months you’re blowing me off.” She turned around and started to run out of the bar, but Brad caught up with her.

“Amanda, wait,” he said grabbing her arm and turning her around. “I’m not blowing you off. Not even close.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small square box. He flipped it open, got down on one knee, handed the box to her and said, “Make me the happiest man on Earth and say yes.”

Written for for Misky’s Twiglet for the phrase, “kiss on the cheek.”

#WDYS — Chick Magnet

Alan didn’t particularly like dogs. But he loved girls. And when he passed by a pet store one evening on his way home from work and saw an adorable, furry little puppy in the window, he came up with a plan.

He walked into the pet store and asked the clerk, “How much is that doggie in the window?” It didn’t really matter what the price was, Alan had made up his mind. He bought the dog, a dog carrier, dog food, snacks, toys, the whole nine yards.

Alan brought the dog home, named him Toby, fed him, cleaned up Toby’s messes, and got a rough first night’s sleep. But Alan was bound and determined. So the next day, being a Saturday, Alan put Toby in the carrier, slung the carrier over his shoulders, and took a walk toward the city park.

As soon as he walked out of his apartment building, Toby was doing his magic. He was irresistible and women — and a few men — couldn’t pass Alan and Toby without stopping to pet and fawn all over Toby. And Alan couldn’t have been more pleased.

Yes, Toby was the perfect chick magnet, just as Alan had expected him to be. But what caught Alan by surprise was how, over time, Toby grew up and into the best, most loyal friend Alan could ever have imagined.

Written for Sadje’s What Do You See prompt. Photo credit: Dex Ezekiel @ Unsplash.

Truthful Tuesday — Corporal Punishment

Di, of Pensitivity101, is our host for Truthful Tuesday. This week Di wants to know:

What are your thoughts on the saying, “Spare the Rod, Spoil the Child”?

I admit that when my children were young, I would occasionally spank them. I don’t know who felt worse afterwards, the kid or me. I tried to limit spankings to the most egregious offenses, when they did something that could have harmed themselves or others. But there were other times when my patience with them had worn thin and something they did or said triggered a reaction in me that resulted in a spanking. I always felt very guilty when that happened, as it was more about me than about them.

I don’t know whether or not I’d characterize my kids as having been spoiled. I know my wife did everything we could, aside from the aforementioned occasional spankings, to give them what we thought they needed to grow into well-adjusted, happy, productive adults. We always put them first.

But fortunately, as I look back as objectively as possible on their lives (they both are in their forties), I don’t believe either was the child that Di described as “brats who got everything they wanted when they wanted it or cried and whined when they didn’t get it.”

FOWC with Fandango — Cook


It’s March 7, 2023. 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 “cook.”

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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