Fandango’s Flashback Friday — February 18th

Wouldn’t you like to expose your newer readers to some of your earlier posts that they might never have seen? Or remind your long term followers of posts that they might not remember? Each Friday I will publish a post I wrote on this exact date in a previous year.

How about you? Why don’t you reach back into your own archives and highlight a post that you wrote on this very date in a previous year? You can repost your Friday Flashback post on your blog and pingback to this post. Or you can just write a comment below with a link to the post you selected.

If you’ve been blogging for less than a year, go ahead and choose a post that you previously published on this day (the 18th) of any month within the past year and link to that post in a comment.


This was originally posted on February 18, 2018.

You Sound Uppity

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Everyone else in the class would answer “Here” when the teacher called roll in homeroom. But not Mark. He would always say “Present.” He was the only one who responded to roll calls that way.

“Why do you always say ‘present’ at roll call?” one of the other students asked Mark.

“Because I am present in class,” mark answered.

“But everyone else simply says ‘here.’ Saying ‘present’ makes you sound uppity.”

“But ‘present’ is such an interesting word,” Mark said. It’s more versatile than ‘here.’”

“How so?” the classmate asked.

“Well, for one thing, it means being where you are; being ‘here,’” Mark explained. “It can also mean being in the moment, as being engaged in what is going on. I’m not just ‘here’ taking up space, I am truly ‘present,’ fully aware of what is happening around me.”

“Yes, I can see that.”

“But ‘present’ can also be a verb that means to give something to someone, like when you present someone with an award. Or you can use it as a noun to mean something someone gives you, like a Christmas present or a birthday present.”

“Ah, I get it,” said Mark’s classmate. “Like in, ‘I want to present this present to you.’”

“Exactly,” Mark said. “And it can also mean occurring now, as opposed to having occurred in the past or something that will occur in the future.”

“Wow, ‘present’ is a cool word,” admitted the classmate. “But using it instead of saying ‘here’ during roll call still makes you sound like an uppity asshole.”


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

The Necklace

“I’ve had a rather frenetic day and I feel like my head is in a bit of a fog,” Felix said to the man behind the counter. “Maybe you can help me out. I’m looking for a gift for my wife, one that will be a fitting tribute to what she means to me.

“I’d be glad to help,” the man said. “Take a gander at this,” he said, holding up a diamond necklace.

“That’s exquisite,” Felix said. “How much would that set me back?”

The man behind the counter leaned over toward Felix and whispered to him.

Felix let out a whistle. “I love my wife,” he said, “but not that much.”


Written for these daily prompts: Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (frenetic), Ragtag Daily Prompt (fog), Word of the Day Challenge (tribute), The Daily Spur (glad), Your Daily Word Prompt (gander), and My Vivid Blog (whistle).

The Gift of Gab

Donald was born with the gift of gab
When out in public the spotlight he’d grab
And others around him would pick up his tab

But then his rhetoric began to turn grim
His divisive words made his spotlight dim
It wasn’t long before no one listened to him

This lack of attention made Donald very mad
And he started behaving in a manner very bad
Watching him implode like that is really sad

Maybe in the future there will come a day
When for his corruption he’ll be made to pay
They’ll put him in handcuffs and take him away


Written for the Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Tale Weaver prompt, where the theme is “gift.”

Friday Fictioneers — The Gift

87422AA2-ABD8-434E-A93A-AA8D4B14C35C“Which one do you think I should get him?” Darryl asked his girlfriend.

Diane shrugged. “How should I know?” she asked. “I’ve only met your father that one time.”

“There are the ones with the floral patterns that say ‘Islander’ on them,” Darryl said, “or the one that says ‘Aloha’ on it. Do you think he’d like one of those?”

“They’re nice,” Diane said.

“Maybe he’d prefer one of the other ones with the straw weave on the front,” Darryl said.

“Darryl,” Diane said, “Whatever you decide, I think he’ll be happy just knowing that you were thinking about him.”

(100 words)


Written for this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Photo credit: Jan Wayne Fields.

The Gift

01D0C047-04EF-40B6-A9C4-EF02F380E38BI’d never heard such a bloodcurdling scream in my entire life. Well, outside of a movie theater showing a horror movie, anyway. But this scream came from my wife, which caused me to run from my home office, where I was busy paying my various monthly bills, to the dining room, where the scream came from.

“Get it out of here!” she screamed at me when I arrived. She pointed and my eyes followed her pointing finger and that’s when I saw it. Our cat, who had been in our backyard, caught a rat and, with rat in mouth, came up to our deck, sauntered into our dining room via the open sliding glass door, and dropped the almost dead rat on the mat just inside the door.

“Get it out of here!” my wife screamed again. She was literally shaking. I grabbed a ziplock bag out of a kitchen drawer, scooped up the mortally wounded rat, and carried it out to the trash bin in our garage.

By the time I got back, my wife had calmed down a bit, but she was still a little shook up. “You okay?” I asked.

“No, I’m not okay,” she said. “I can’t believe the goddam cat brought a rat into our house and dropped it on the mat in our dining room.”

We both looked down at our cat, who looked back at us with either total disinterest or possibly disdain. It was as if he was thinking how ungrateful we were after he went to all the trouble of catching and bringing us a present. “Why aren’t you thanking me? Aren’t you proud of me?” he seemed to be asking us.


Written for Teresa Grabs’ latest writing challenge, where she asks us to “write a rhyming (or not) story for adults using a cat, a rat, and a mat.”