“Mmm, that looks so good,” Suzanne said. “What did you say they are?”
“They’re Asian chicken nuggets, or something like that,” Ed said.
“Can I have one?”
“I’ll call the waitress over and have her bring you an order.”
“No,” Suzanne said, “I just want to try one. I don’t need a whole order.”
“Fuhgeddaboudit,” Ed said, “I want all of mine.”
“Seriously? You won’t give me just one to taste.”
“If I give you one to taste, you’ll want more, and then I won’t have any left. So I’ll just get another order, eat as many as you want, and if you don’t finish them, I’ll take whatever you leave home with me.”
“That’s crazy. I just want one!”
Ed called the waiter over. “Can I have the check please?”
“Why are you getting the check? That was just your appetizer. We haven’t gotten the main entrees yet.”
“You’re too high maintenance,” Ed said. “I don’t need this. I’ll have them box up what we ordered as carryout. You take yours home to eat, I’ll take mine home, and we’ll call it a night.”
Written for Cyranny’s One Minute Fiction Challenge. Photo credit: Cyranny.
For this week’s Thursday Inspiration prompt, Jim Adams has instructed us to respond to this challenge by either using the prompt word more, or going with the above picture, or by means anything else that we think fits.
The song that I think fits is “More Today Than Yesterday” from Spiral Starecase. It was written by Pat Upton, who was the lead vocalist of the group, and released in January 1969. It reached number 12 on the Billboard Hot 100 and ranked number 50 on Billboard magazine’s Top Hot 100 songs of 1969. This was Spiral Starecase’s only hit.
This song tells of a love so deep, that it grows each and every day. Every day seems brand new when the singer is with the object of his affection. This principal idea of the song was made famous at the turn of the 20th century in a poem by Rosemonde Gérard, the wife of the poet and playwright Edmond Rostand (Cyrano de Bergerac). Her poem was:
Car, vois-tu, chaque jour je t’aime davantage,
Aujourd’hui plus qu’hier et bien moins que demain.
(For, you see, each day I love you more,
Today more than yesterday and less than tomorrow.)
Here are the song’s lyrics.
I don't remember what day it was I didn't notice what time it was All I know is that I fell in love with you And if all my dreams come true I'll be spending time with you
Every day's a new day in love with you With each day comes a new way of loving you Every time I kiss your lips my mind starts to wander And if all my dreams come true I'll be spending time with you
Oh, I love you more today than yesterday But not as much as tomorrow I love you more today than yesterday But darling, not as much as tomorrow
Tomorrow's date means springtime's just a day away Cupid, we don't need ya now, be on your way I thank the lord for love like ours that grows ever stronger And I always will be true I know you feel the same way too
Oh, I love you more today than yesterday But not as much as tomorrow I love you more today than yesterday But only half as much as tomorrow
Every day's a new day, every time I love ya Every way's a new way, every time I love ya Every day's a new day, every time I kiss y’a
Jim used a song from Leon Russell in this challenge. I’ve been a Leon Russell fan and I think he was a talented and underrated artist. So just for fun, I’m including on of my favorites from Leon Russell.
I know that tomorrow is my Flashback Friday prompt, but I came across this post that I wrote 13 years ago today. It’s a somewhat tongue-in-cheek look at climate change and I thought it might be worthy of reposting it.
Global Warming Has Arrived
It’s official! Global warming arrived at about 2:30 p.m. on Tuesday, July 6, 2010. How do I know this? Simple. That was when the outside temperature gauge in my 2003 Subaru Forester read 103º.
It occurred while I was driving east on the Mass Pike from my home in central Massachusetts to Boston’s Logan Airport. One hundred and three degrees! In Fahrenheit, even! That’s like the boiling point in Celsius, right?
Sure, you can dismiss this as nothing but a bunch of hot air, which is what it actually is, or write it off as some rare, atmospheric anomaly. You can claim it’s due to a strange, extraterrestrial phenomenon, like sun spots or Virgin Mary sightings.
You might even, like so many others do these days, put the blame squarely on BP. Or on the Taliban. Or on President Obama. Where is that goddam birth certificate, anyway?
Say what you will, but the evidence is overwhelming. We’re talking about it being 103º in Boston! Not in Las Vegas or Phoenix; not in Houston or Dallas; not in Miami or Palm Springs. Seriously, it never gets that hot in Boston.
Oh, I know what you’re thinking. I’m basing my whole global-warming-is-upon-us argument on an ambient temperature gauge inside the dashboard of a seven year old Subaru Forester with 110,000 miles on it, for crissake. How freakin’ accurate can it be?
Okay, so maybe it’s not the officially sanctioned source for the National Weather Service, but I have validated the accuracy of that gauge by comparing its readings to those of a number of large, electronic signs that adorn the outsides of quite a few bank branches. You know, the signs with alternating displays of time and temperature. Hell, if you can’t trust the big banks to get it right, who can you trust?
But just to be sure, I’ve run my own, personal, highly scientific, double-blind, totally deaf, random, and statistically sounding authenticity trials. I listened to the local news and information radio station, WBZ, with its weather on the eights. Or is that the tens? Maybe the threes. Or the fives. Well, every 10 minutes, anyway.
The velvety-toned announcer of the hour rewards the station’s loyal listeners with frequent reports of the local weather forecast and current temperature. They even refer to these as the “Accuweather” reports, just in case you had any question as to their accuracy.
I can tell you right here and now that little outside temperature indicator in my Subaru Forester is spot on, and is in total, symbiotic harmony with these bank temperature signs and radio weather reporters. And that, my friends, is good enough for me.
So give it up, all of you out there who poo-poo Al Gore’s truth simply because it’s inconvenient. And back off all you naysayers who deny the existence of the very real threat of global warming. My Subaru and I have proven beyond a shadow of a doubt that it has arrived. Global warming is upon us, like white on rice (or at least processed rice, like Uncle Ben’s or Minute Rice). The evidence is incontrovertible.
She was alone on the remote beach when JoAnne decided to be bold and to remove her bikini top and let it fall onto the sand. She then removed her bikini bottoms and let them fall onto the sand, too, before running naked and jumping into the surf. Enjoying the sensation of the chilly ocean waters caressing her body, she swam out past the breaking waves and floated, letting the rhythmic ebb and flow gently rock her to sleep.
JoAnne must have drifted a bit during her nap because, when she opened her eyes and looked toward the shore, her remote beach was nowhere in sight, and all she could see in either direction was a long stretch of beach crowded with families.
Written for Greg’s Four Line Fiction prompt. Photo credit: HP Koch at Unsplash.
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 “configure.”
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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This, That, and the Other 