A Flower Cried

in the school“What are you doing, sweetie?” Gretchen asked her daughter.”

“I’m trying to write a poem, Mom,” Cindy said. “We have a new English Lit teacher at school this year and she’s trying to crush us, it seems, with a copious amount of homework.”

“Well,” Gretchen said, “Maybe she’s trying to impress upon her students how important it is to appreciate all of the novels, poems, and other literary works through the ages. You need to be flexible, sweetie.”

“Yeah, I know, Mom,” Cindy said.

“So tell me about your poem, hon,” Gretchen said.

“I just started writing it, so I only have a few lines,” Cindy said.

“That’s okay, let me hear what you have so far.”

“I went to the garden and cut a flower.
I put a flower in a crystal vase
And set it upon a burnished table
A flower cried.”

Gretchen, eyes damp with pride, walked up to her daughter and planted a kiss on her forehead. “That’s lovely, Cindy,” she said.

Written for today’s Three Things Challenge from Di at Pensitivity101. The three things are burnished, crystal, and flexible. Also for these daily prompts: Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (school), Word of the Day Challenge (crush), Your Daily Word Prompt (copious), The Daily Spur (impress), Ragtag Daily Prompt (a flower cried), and Daily Addictions (kiss).

I Told You So

E2CD6A36-613F-4C39-92EB-8D1551634415“What can I say?” Eric said. “I’m totally smitten with her. She really makes me happy.”

“I think you need to be very careful with that broad,” Deena said. “I get a sense from her that something is amiss.”

“You’re being silly, Deena,” Eric said.

You’re being silly, Eric,” Deena said.

“Don’t mimic me,” Eric said. “You need to quit railing against her. There’s a lot more to her than you’re apparently willing to see.”

“Fine, if you don’t want my honesty, I’ll keep my mouth shut,” Deena said, “and when she shits all over you, and I guarantee she will, I’ll still be here for you. And I promise I won’t tell you I told you so.”

Our our-of-town guests are still here, but they’re leaving first thing tomorrow morning and, after a whirlwind week, they are chilling out this afternoon. So I figured I take advantage of this hosting downtime to post a response to some daily prompts for the first time in a week.

Written for the Three Things Challenge from Di, and Pensitivity101, where the three things are “rail,” “broad,” and “honesty.” Also for these daily prompts: Your Daily Word Prompt (smitten), Daily Addictions (happy), Word of the Day Challenge (careful), The Daily Spur (sense), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (silly), and Ragtag Daily Prompt (mimic).

Darkest Before the Dawn

005B8EDB-444B-4523-AA00-914665BEAD7A“It’s always darkest before the dawn,” George said.

“What does that have to do with the price of eggs?” Doris asked her husband.

“Well, I’m just saying that we have your aunt’s funeral later today and I know how much she meant to you,” George responded. “So I just wanted to say some encouraging words to make you feel better.”

“By throwing out a meaningless platitude? Really, George?” Doris said.

“Never mind. Did you remember to pick up my suit from the cleaners?” George asked. “Plus your black funeral dress?”

“I did, but I’m not going to wear that boring black dress,” Doris said. “I’m going to wear that green, shimmery dress. It’s so much more chic.”

That’s rather bold of you, don’t you think? This isn’t a party, you know, it’s a funeral,” George said. “Wearing a party dress to a funeral would be adding insult to injury.”

“Yet another platitude, George? Well, I’m wearing that green dress nonetheless,” Doris said. “I’m sick of going to funerals, so let’s show up and split early and you can take me dancing at the club, where we can dance until dawn.”

Written for today’s Three Things Challenge from Di at Pensitivity101, where the three things are “bold,” “split,” and “party.” Also for these daily prompts: Ragtag Daily Prompt (dawn), Your Daily Word Prompt (platitude), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (suit), Daily Addictions (plus), Word of the Day Challenge (chic), and The Daily Spur (injury).

A Glutton By Any Other Name

9F1E3B59-329C-4376-AF99-50491D305F4CThe Uber driver showed up in a Nissan Cube, which was weird enough, I thought. But when I asked him to take me to the Plaza Hotel, I can only say that his reaction was one of anger. “Is there a problem?” I asked him.

He scratched his head and then picked up his copy of the local newspaper and pointed to an article about the hotel. “That place is a zoo today. There’s a big conference being held there of the world’s most renowned chefs, and the crowds are crazy. I can barely get within four blocks of the hotel without getting stuck in traffic for hours.”

“Get me as close as you can,” I said. “I’ll walk the rest of the way.”

“Are you some sort of gourmet?” the driver asked me.

I chuckled. “No, I’m more of a gourmand than a legitimate gourmet,” I said.

“What’s the difference between a gourmand and a gourmet?” he asked.

“A lot of people get those two words confused,” I said. “A gourmet is someone who knows a lot about fine food and drink and has refined tastes. He’s sort of an aficionado of high quality or exotic cuisines. A gourmand,” I continued, “refers to someone who is extremely fond of eating and drinking, often to excess. I call myself a gourmand because it sounds more positive than were I to call myself a glutton. But the simple truth is that I just really enjoy eating.”

“Well,” the driver said, “we all have the freedom to enjoy food, don’t we?”

“Yes, and that’s what I keep telling my doctor when he warns me to watch my weight every time I go in for my annual physical exam,” I said.

Written for today’s Three Things Challenge prompt from Di (Pensitivity101), where the three things are “anger,” “paper,” and “hotel.” Also for these daily prompts: Daily Addictions (cube), Ragtag Daily Prompt (scratch), Word of the Day Challenge (barely), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (gourmand), Your Daily World Prompt (legitimate, and The Daily Spur (freedom). Image credit: Georg Emanuel Opiz Der Völler 1804 from Wikimedia Commons.

Our Little Secret

82C4CE74-4626-4F4D-A6A6-9641E8F042E3Face it, Jack,” his mother admonished, “what you said is indefensible. And the language you used, oh my God, where did you learn those words? I’m tempted to wash your mouth out with soap.”

“I’m sorry, Mom,” Jack said. “I’m feeling a little grumpy lately. But I thought Uncle Arnold was jumping through hoops to be sickeningly patronizing toward Dad, and that really pissed me off.”

“Well, between you and me, he did seem to be blowing a lot smoke up your father’s ass as we walked through his gallery,” Jack’s mother said. Your uncle does have the ability to be rather unctuous at times, especially when he’s trying to milk your father for some money. Still, that’s no excuse for what you said.”

“How about, Mom, if we let that be our little secret.”

Written for Di’s Three Things Challenge, where the three things are “secret,“ “face,” and “soap.” Also for these daily prompts: Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (grumpy), Daily Addictions (jump), Word of the Day Challenge (gallery), The Daily Spur (ability), and Ragtag Daily Prompt (unctuous).