Friday Fictioneers — Broken Glass

0c69accd-7a1d-41a5-a75f-c263834bcc78I was just about to go to the glass shop to get an estimate to replace the glass in the door when my wife stopped me.

“No, I don’t want you to fix it,” she said. “Leave the tape on the glass.”

“Why would you want to leave it that way?” I asked. “It looks terrible.”

“I want you to leave it that way,” she said, “so you will be reminded every time you enter our house the damage you do when you come home drunk. This time it was the glass you broke. Last time it was my nose.”

(100 words)

Written for the Friday Fictioneers prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Photo credit: Dale Rogerson.

In Other Words — The Blue Wave


46C78B12-BBAB-45D0-A617-3D88E564EF9AIn the two years since Trump was elected, a lot of damage has been done.

The President, his Cabinet, and the Republicans in Congress (and Vladimir Putin) have been fiddling while our nation is burning.

Like me, many voters are fed up and angry, and in less than three months Americans will go to the polls.

We will be sending an important message.

A big blue wave is coming.

2E64CDA9-9659-4EFF-AA52-38290AED6E9FThis post is written for the “In Other Words” prompt from Patricia’s Place. Today’s word is “wave,” and the rules are to write a story or poem of five lines or less using the word “wave.”

This is the first time I’ve participated in Patricia’s In Other Words challenge, but when I saw what the word was, I couldn’t stop myself.

MLMM Opposing Forces

2CBF6702-37DD-4529-B36D-FB40F1762873“So do you live nearby?” she asked me.

She was stunning and I couldn’t believe when she sat down at my table at the Starbucks and starting talking to me. “Yes, just a few blocks from here,” I answered.

“Oh, so you live in the city center,” she said.

“Yes. What about you?” I asked.

“Actually, I live in the suburbs,” she answered.

“And what brings you into the city?” I asked.

“Do you remember that downpour a few days ago?” she asked. “Well, the roof at my apartment leaked and the workers are out there today to assess the damage.”

“That’s a bummer,” I said.

“Indeed,” she responded. “My landlord is supposed to call me to let me know when they can begin to repair the roof.”

Her phone rang. “It’s my landlord,” she said to me. Then into her phone, “Hello? Yes. Tomorrow? Three days? Okay. Thank you.”

She looked back over at me. “Well, I guess I’ll have to find an Airbnb to stay at for the next three or four days.”

“You can stay at my place here in the city,” I said.

“Are you serious?” she asked, a look of astonishment on her face.”

I was sure she thought I was crazy. “Look, I know we just met, but you’re a damsel in distress and I’d love to be your knight in shining armor. My place has two bedrooms and I promise I’ll be a perfect gentleman.”

A beautiful smile graced her face. “Not too perfect, I hope,” she said. She stuck out her hand. “My name is Guinevere.”

“Nice to meet you, Guinevere,” I said. “My name is Arthur. But my friends call me King.”

Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie’s Saturday Mix Opposing Forces prompt. The words are “suburbs” and “city center,” and “repair” and “damage.”