Cleaning Up His Act

As the groom stood at the alter watching his bride-to-be marching slowly toward him to the tune of “Here Comes the Bride” he was overwhelmed by a feeling of reverie. He couldn’t wait until they recited their vows and the pastor gave him permission to kiss the bride.

But then a feeling of dread crept into his consciousness as he remembered that he hadn’t cleared the browser history and the cache on his iPhone, leaving open the possibility that his wife might discover all of the pornographic sites he regularly visited and the images and videos he had saved. And if she did find them, it could spark a very rough beginning to their young marriage.


Written for these daily prompts: Word of the Day Challenge (groom), MMA Storytime (overwhelmed), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (reverie), The Daily Spur (permission), Your Daily Word Prompt (cache), and Ragtag Daily Prompt (spark).

SoCS — Jail

For today’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt from Linda G. Hill, we are asked to “open a book, a newspaper, or whatever is handy and close your eyes and point. Whatever word or picture your finger lands on, make that the basis of your SoCS/JusJoJan post.”

Alrighty then. I reached for the latest edition of The Week magazine, closed my eyes, opened the magazine up to a random page, placed my finger on that page, and then opened my eyes. My finger was on the word “jail.” It was contained in a short article about a Vermont home listed for sale that includes a jail in its basement. Here’s a picture that accompanied the article.Why anyone would want a home with a jail in the basement, I surely don’t know. But the article went on to say that the real estate agent who listed the house was encouraging prospective buyers to dream up new uses for the jail cells. “Bring your own ideas on what this 28’ x 40’ wing could be,” the circular advertising the house said.

Hmm. Maybe I’ll buy the place and offer to lease the basement to the U.S. government, just in case they’re in the market for a venue to house a certain corrupt former President.


Photo credit: Realtor.com.

FOWC with Fandango — Reverie

FOWCWelcome to January 23, 2021 and to Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (aka, FOWC). It’s designed to fill the void after WordPress bailed on its daily one-word prompt.

I will be posting each day’s word just after midnight Pacific Time (US).

Today’s word is “reverie.”

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.

Rory’s Friday Four Aces — Just Call Me Treebeard

In his Friday Four series, Rory, A Guy Called Bloke, has once again posed four rather provocative questions for us to ponder.

If the world started ticking backwards how long would it take for you to move forwards time wise?

Well, I’m no scientist, mathematician, or astrophysicist, but if everything around me in the world starting ticking backwards, and I just stood still, wouldn’t I, by definition, move forward in time?

What are three foods you hate with a passion and refuse to eat whatever and also, what is it about these foods that turns your stomach so?

I can’t stand Brussel sprouts. I just don’t like the way they smell or taste. I don’t like raw celery because it tastes like wet, stringy rope — or at least how I imagine wet, stringy rope would taste. I don’t like asparagus because after eating them, my urine smells so bad that it makes me gag.

What is something that everyone looks stupid doing?

Making a duck face.

If you were to have a nickname here in your blog [and different from your Blog Avatar if you use one] that we all called you with your consent, what would you choose and why?

Treebeard.When I was into Tolkien’s The Lord of the Rings, I really liked that character, Treebeard, an Ent  (beings that closely resembles trees). Treebeard was described as the oldest living thing that still walked beneath the sun in the Middle-earth. In fact, if Treebeard would have been available as a pseudonym, I might have used that instead of Fandango. And no, it’s not because I’m the oldest living thing under the sun. It’s because I’m tall, I have a beard, and I like to believe that, like Treebeard and most Ents, I’m generally a very patient, thoughtful, and deliberate person.