FOWC with Fandango — Jealous

FOWCWelcome to May 26, 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 “jealous.”

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.

Let It Bleed — The Down Side of Magic

9424D891-551E-4F48-BDA7-09EB45860D0FKyle was a skeptic when his best buddy told him about the spellcaster. “I’m a stock broker, right? But truth be told, I didn’t know what I was doing and my clients weren’t at all happy with me,” his friend told Kyle. “I was probably days away from getting canned so I asked her if she could help.  She recited some sort of incantation over me and within a few days I became a wizard at my job. Now I’m taking in the boatloads of cash and have a stable full of wealthy clients. It was like a freakin’ miracle.”

After hearing this tale, Kyle, who was unlucky in love, decided to see if there might be a spell to help him be attractive to beautiful woman. So he went to see the same spellcaster, told her what he was looking for, and asked if she had a magic spell that could work for him. She said she did.

And boy did it work! Suddenly Kyle was in demand and he could pretty much take his pick of the most beautiful women around. And then he found the woman of his dreams and Kyle still couldn’t believe that he was actually dating her.

When they first started going out, every time he looked at her, that old song by America, “Sister Golden Hair,” came to mind. Especially the verse that goes “Well, I keep on thinkin’ ’bout you, sister golden hair surprise / And I just can’t live without you, can’t you see it in my eyes?”

But after a while Kyle began to feel that there was trouble in paradise. Sister Golden Hair was a jealous bitch. Despite her incredible beauty, her jealousy was driving Kyle crazy.

Kyle decided to pay another visit to the spellcaster to see if she could do anything to rectify the situation. She told Kyle that all she could do was reverse the original spell, and while he was reluctant to lose his sway over the most beautiful women, he asked the spellcaster to remove her spell.

The next time Kyle saw Sister Golden Hair, things between them got awkward quickly. After a few moments together, she reached out and held both of his hands and, with tears streaming down her cheeks, said, “Kyle, we need to stop seeing one another. Suddenly the magic is gone.”

“Yes, I feel that way, too,” he said, barely able to hide the look of relief on his face.


Written for this week’s Let It Bleed Challenge, where the prompt is the word “magic.”

And in case you’re not familiar with the song I referenced in this tale, here it is:

MLMM Sunday Writing Prompt — It’s Not You

F4CF48E4-6D39-42F5-83A1-9F212E278ADB“It’s not you,” I said. “It’s me.”

Of course, I was lying. It was her. All her. She was suffocating me. If she even thought I was looking for an instant too long at another woman, it was grounds for a dirty look and a cold shoulder. What did she expect me to do, wear blinders? I’m not a race horse, for crissake. Although someone once told me I was hung like a horse. But that’s a story for another time.

It’s really too bad, though. She’s very pretty and she has a great bod. And those eyes. Oh my God, those eyes. You can get lost in her eyes. She’s smart, too. Sharp as a tack, you know. Never misses a trick, that woman.

I just don’t get why she’s so damn insecure. She’s more of a catch than I am, for crissake. Any guy would be lucky to have her. And yet she chose me.

But I can’t deal with this yoke she’s hung around my neck. She’s watching my every move, just waiting to pounce if I smile at female. And don’t even ask how she reacts if she sees me dare to talk with another woman.

So I have no choice but to end things with her. I can’t go through life walking on egg shells or feeling like I’m out standing on thin ice. I just have to tell her. Tonight. You know, tear off the bandage quickly. It will hurt, but once it’s done, it’s done.

“We need to talk,” I said to her. “I’m breaking up with you. But it’s not you. It’s me.”

“Oh thank God,” she said. “I’m so relieved you said that. Now I don’t have to be the one to break things off. And you’re right, it is you. You’re not ready for a committed relationship. And you’re not the man I thought you were. But don’t worry. I’m sure you’ll find someone who will be perfect for you. Bye.”

Wait! What?


Written for the Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Sunday Writing Prompt. We’re supposed to write about a breakup. And yes, I know today is Monday. So once again, I’m a day late and a dollar short.