FOWC with Fandango — Cynicism

FOWCWelcome to August 17, 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 “cynicism.”

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.

FOWC with Fandango — Authentic

FOWCWelcome to August 16, 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 “authentic.”

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.

Aversion to Garlic

34D4BD58-24EB-48D4-B6CF-DD27CBA99EF5“Now you’ve gone and done it,” Mario said.

“Gone and done what?” Luigi asked.

“Do I have to draw you a picture?”

“Well, since I have no idea what you’re talking about, perhaps you can assist me and illustrate for me whatever it is you’re trying to tell me.”

“So we are Italian chefs, right?” Mario said. “We have our own Italian restaurant, right?”

“Will you get to the point, already?”

“People are asking me if you’re a vampire.”

“What? Why would anyone think I’m a vampire?”

“Well, for one thing, no one ever sees you during daylight hours,” Mario said.

“Our restaurant is only open for dinner, and during the day I’m locked away in the kitchen prepping for dinners,” Luigi explained.

“But it’s also your aversion to garlic,” Mario added. “Vampires don’t like garlic, but who ever heard of an Italian chef who doesn’t love the compelling aroma of garlic?”

“So between not being seen in public during the day and not liking the odor of garlic,” Luigi said, “people think I’m a vampire? That’s utterly ridiculous.”

“Luigi, don’t be so fractious,” Mario said,” I know that, with your acquisitive nature, you will work hard to acquire a tolerance for garlic so that our restaurant, Mario’s and Luigi’s Authentic Italian Bistro, will become known for its flavorful, garlic-enhanced dishes.”

“Fine,” Luigi said, “But if people see me wearing a surgical mask to protect my olfactory receptors from being overwhelmed by garlic, they better not start calling me Dr. Frankenstein.”


Written for these daily prompts: Daily Addictions (done), The Daily Spur (assist), Word of the Day Challenge (illustrate), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (vampire), Ragtag Daily Prompt (odor), Nova’s Daily Random Word (fractious), and Your Daily Word Prompt (acquisitive).

Scruples

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“The guy at the art show assured me it was authentic and worth much more than he was asking for it,” Dean said.

The art appraiser at the small shop continued to examine the painting closely, using a magnifying glass to study the painting’s details.

Dean was getting anxious. “Well, is it the real deal or not?”

The appraiser put down his magnifying glass, removed his bifocals, and looked up at Dean. “I’m afraid, young man, that you have been taken for a ride. I wouldn’t even call this a good forgery. I’d call it a clumsy copy.”

“Are you sure?” Dean asked, disappointment in his voice.

“Quite sure,” the appraiser assured Dean. “The brushwork has too many incorrect characteristics. The techniques used do not match those of the artist. And I’d even venture to say that the colors used in this painting were not available during the artist’s lifetime.”

“Shit,” Dean said. “I paid 250 bucks for that piece of crap.”

“Well, son,” the appraiser said. “The frame is worth that much. I’ll give you $300 for the frame to ease your pain just a little.”

“Thank you,” Dean said. “I’ll take it. You can have the frame, but can you take the painting out of it? I like it and will reframe it. My unsophisticated friends won’t know it’s a fake.”

“I wish I could,” the appraiser said, “but that would likely damage the frame.” Taking three hundred dollar bills out of his cash drawer, the appraiser waved the money in front of Dean. “Take it or leave it, son.”

“Fine,” Dean said. He grabbed the money and left the small shop.

The appraiser picked up the painting and took it into the back room of the shop. He picked up his phone and punched in a number. “Hello,” a voice answered.

“Simon,” he said. “You won’t believe the incredible seventeenth century masterpiece I just scored for three hundred bucks.”


Written for today’s one-word prompt, “authentic.”