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.”

SoCS — Two Tickets To Paradise

5DD5CFB4-0AD3-4DE9-81D5-98E801347FC5Belle ran into the house and into her housemate’s room and squealed, “I got them!”

“Calm down, Belle,” Marie said. “What did you get?”

“I got two tickets to the Abominable Biggy Foote concert for me and Lenny,” Belle crowed.

“Two tickets for what?”

“It’s not for what, silly, it’s for who,” Belle laughed. “The Abominable Biggy Foote is one of Lenny’s favorite hip hop artists.”

“Oh,” said Marie, “I’ve never heard of him, but I’m not into rap music.”

“The Abominable Biggy Foote is not a he,” Belle explained. “It’s a they. There are eight members in the group.”

“I see,” Marie said, in a tone that demonstrated her total lack of interest.

“You really should give rap a try,” Belle said. “I know that, for some, rap has a bad rap, but if you give it a chance, it’s really good.”


“I got a small box to put the tickets into,” Belle said, holding the box up for Marie to see. “Do you have any Scotch tape? I need to wrap it up and give it to Lenny as a surprise when we go out to dinner tonight.”

“Sure,” Marie said, pulling a tape dispenser out of her desk drawer. “Do you need help wrapping your rap concert tickets?”

“No, I’m good,” Belle said. “I can wrap the box myself.”

Written for Linda G. Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, where we are supposed to use the words “rap/wrap” in our post. And in honor of the late Eddie Money, let me wrap up this post with this video.