Thursday Inspiration — And Now For Something Completely Different

For this week’s Thursday Inspiration prompt, Jim Adams has asked us to respond to this challenge, “by either using the prompt word morning, or going with the above picture, or by means of the song “It’s Too Late,” or by going with another song by Carole King, or any other breakup song that you like, or you can go with anything else that you think fits.”

This was one of those strange times when I wrote this post last night and scheduled it to be posted this morning at 3:00 am in response to John Holton’s Writer’s Workshop prompt. In John’s prompt I had chosen a line from a song, Jackson Browne’s “Late for the Sky,” that would have been a perfect breakup song to use for this prompt from Jim. But because I used it in my response to John’s prompt earlier, I didn’t feel I could also use that same song on the same day here for Jim’s prompt.

So I was sitting on the couch in my family room trying to figure out how to respond to Jim’s Thursday inspiration prompt. The TV was tuned to the SiriusXM Classic Vinyl channel for background music — which it always is when we’re not actually watching something on TV —- when I heard the ZZ Top song, “Tush,” start playing. I looked up from my iPhone and saw this:

There, on the screen, was my blogger’s screenname, Fandango, which I hadn’t realized happens to be the name of the ZZ Top album on which the song “Tush” is a track.

I took this as a sign from above or below or wherever such signs originate, to write about the song “Tush” in my response to Jim’s prompt. No, it’s not about morning, it’s not a Carole King song, and it’s not a breakup song.

It’s simply a song about some lonely guy who is heading downtown and praying to get a piece of ass.

I ain't askin' for much
I said, Lord, take me downtown
I'm just lookin' for some tush

As to how the song got its name, the band’s bass guitar player said that tush, as in “That’s a nice tush on that girl,” definitely came from the Yiddish word that means butt, buttocks, derriere, behind, etc., and that was the word they wanted to use. “I don’t know how we got it in Dallas. All it could have took was one guy moving down from New York.”

“Tush” was the first national hit for ZZ Top, who were very popular in Texas but little-known elsewhere. 

Six Sentence Story — Feeling Light Headed

“I feel light-headed, like I’m going to faint if I don’t sit down,” Jenna said aloud as she slumped down over the kitchen sink where she had been standing and washing the breakfast dishes.

Jeff, who was reading the morning paper, jumped up from his chair and ran over to Jenna, grabbed her, and helped her to a chair at the kitchen table. “My god, Jenna, you’re white as a ghost and you’re sweating and your skin feels clammy,” he said. “I’m taking you to the ER.”

“No, it’s passed, I’m okay,” she said. She leaned over in her chair, reached into her jeans pocket, pulled out a pregnancy test stick, and handed it to Jeff, who got a broad smile on his face when he saw the plus sign in the little window.


Written for the Sunday Six Sentence Story prompt from Girlie on the Edge, where the prompt word is “faint.” AI artwork from ideogram.ai.

Writer’s Workshop — You Never Knew What I Loved in You

For his Writer’s Workshop this week, John Holton gives us six writing prompts and we are tasked with choosing one of the prompts (or as many as we want) and writing a post that addresses that (or those) prompt(s). I chose three prompts for this week: (1) use the word “sleep,” and (2) write a post in exactly 8 sentences, and (5) Take a line from a song you like and use it as the title for your post, then let your ideas flow. The line I chose is from the Jackson Browne song, “Late for the Sky.”

Sleep has alluded me over the past few nights because I can’t stop thinking about the two of us. I lay here in bed awake yet again, you at my side, and I wonder if we are nearing the end of the deep love we once felt for each other.

I feel as though you never knew what I loved in you and I certainly don’t know what you loved in me. Yet for a while our paths, tightly intertwined, seem to climb. But as I look at you in your sleep and hear your steady breathing, I realize that we have become perfect strangers with little to say to one another anymore.

How is it that those magic feelings we once shared have drifted into the past and our bright future together slipped between the fingers of our hands?

I must accept that neither of us is the person we hoped the other would be. I’ll be gone when you wake up in the morning, and I hope you, too, will see, as I have, that we have reached the end of the road together.


Badge by Patty, http://anothercookieplease.com

AI artwork from ideogram.ai

FOWC with Fandango — Dumbstruck

FOWC

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 “dumbstruck.”

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, ÿplease manually add your link in the comments.

And be sure to read the posts of other bloggers who respond to this prompt. Show them some love.