FOWC with Fandango — Middle

FOWCWelcome to September 15, 2019 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 “middle.”

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. Or you can simply include a link to your post in the comments.

The issue with pingbacks not showing up seems to have been resolved, but you might 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.

I’m An Inspiration!

F68E54F8-7523-4FF4-B127-BEB75E540323It’s always nice to learn that someone appreciates you and what you do. Sadje, herself an inspiring blogger, has gifted me with The Inspiration Award. This award was created by John, The Eclectic Contrarian.

Sadje wrote, “The Inspiration Award is a token of appreciation to blog authors who have inspired you, your blog, artistic influence, and writing.”

And when she gifted me, and a handful of other bloggers, with this award, Sadje wrote, “I want to gift this award to the following bloggers for their positive role in inspiring us all in our part of blogosphere. I admire their dedication towards promoting the community spirit. And their exceptional talent and creativity.”

Aw, I’m blushing. 😊

I generally don’t pay these award nominations/gifts forward by naming other specific bloggers, since I’m inspired by all of you. But I’ve recently discovered two bloggers whose posts have inspired and informed me. So I am going to gift The Inspiration Award to:

Jill Dennison at Filosofa’s Word, and

Paula B at The Temenos Journal.

Please take a look at their blogs.

SoCS — Tangled Up In Blue

For this week’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, Linda G. Hill has asked us to “talk about the first blue object you see when you sit down to write your post.”Our dog, who is fast approaching 14, injured a toe pad on her left rear paw.

We took her to the vet because she was limping and was favoring that paw. The vet found a tear in her pad, and checked to make sure there wasn’t a sliver of glass or some other foreign objected embedded in her paw’s toe pad. Then she cleaned it out and prescribed some antibiotics, and told us to try out best to keep her paw clean and dry. She suggested getting our dog a bootie to wear when we walked her outside.ED1FF6E4-6000-4217-9AFC-59390271009CWhat you see in the picture above is the bootie we got for her. She’s not crazy about wearing it, and it does affect her gate, causing a bit of a stutter-step when she walks. But it certainly does keep dirt and crap from getting into her wound.

The good news is that her bootie is blue, and that blue bootie was the first blue object I saw before sitting down to write this post.

Boom!

The Elevator

6B56D84C-DDC8-45B8-95F2-3201829C0842The elevator stopped on the thirteenth floor with a lurch. The three passengers, a young man, maybe in his early twenties dressed in jeans and carrying an envelope, a middle-aged man dressed in a suit and tie, and an older woman in an unflattering, matronly outfit, looked at one another other.

The middle-aged man immediately took charge and pressed the button to take him to his office on the 20th floor, but nothing happened when he hit it. He looked to see what floor the elevator had stopped at and saw the sign above the elevator door, which displayed the number 13. “That’s not possible,” he said.

The old woman looked worried and asked what the problem was. The man looked at her, then at the young man, and back up to the number displayed. “This building does not have a thirteenth floor,” he said. “It goes from the twelfth to the fourteenth floor.”

“You baby boomers and your stupid superstitions,” the younger man said. “Thirteen is just a number, like every other number.”

“Today is Friday the thirteenth,” the old woman said. “I knew I should have stayed home today.”

The young man chuckled. The older man pressed the emergency call button, but no sound was heard.

The old lady began to sob. The young man shook his head, and the older man attempted to pull the elevator doors apart with his hands. “A little help here,” he said to the younger man.

Suddenly the doors opened and a cold, eerie mist filled the elevator. The last sound that was heard was that of the younger man’s voice saying, “What the fuck?”

A moment later the mist cleared and a lone man was standing outside the elevator doors. He began to speak. “Three strangers enter an elevator in a high rise building on Friday the thirteenth. One a business executive, one a bicycle messenger boy, and one a kindly grandmother. What none of them knew when they boarded the elevator on that auspicious day, was that the elevator made only one stop. It stopped atD59D2BF3-CBBE-4395-8904-20CDCE959FC7Written for this week’s First Line Friday prompt from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie. The first line is, “The elevator stopped on the thirteenth floor with a lurch.”