Manic Monday — Hmmm


Hmmm“Oh my God,” said Cindy. “Did you see Trump’s latest tweet?”

“No,” said Aaron. “I’ve stopped paying attention to his tweets. They’re crazy. He’s crazy.”

“I know,” Cindy responded. “He tweets things that make you go, ‘hmmm.’ I honestly think he’s lost it. I don’t know if it’s dimentia or if he is just plain nuts.”

“I go for all of the above,” said Aaron. “And in the meantime, our country is in such a downward spiral. I wish some of the Republicans in Congress would go ‘hmmm’ and do something to stop that madman before it’s too late.”

“Don’t count on it,” Cindy said. “Republicans would rather send a pedophile to Congress than vote for a Democrat. Talk about things that make you go ‘hmmm.'”

“Hmmm,” said Aaron.

Written for this week’s Manic Monday prompt from Sandi over at Flip Flops Every Day. The prompt is to write a post using the title to the song, “Things that make you go Hmmm” from C+C Music Factor. I’d never heard that song before reading her post.

Manic Monday — A Novel Idea

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“You gotta read this,” Bob said to his roommate Nate.

“What is it?” Nate asked, grabbing the several sheets of paper Bob thrust at him.

It’s the first three pages of my NaNoWriMo project.”

“Your what?”

“That stands for National Novel Writing Month,” Bob answered. “It’s an annual, Internet-based creative writing project that takes place next month. The idea is to attempt to write a 50,000 word novel between November 1 and November 30.”

“And you’ve got three stapled pages that you want me to read?” Nate said. “Isn’t that cheating, since today is October 30th?”

“It’s only a rough draft,” Bob said. “Just read them and let me know what you think.”

Nate sat down in an easy chair and read the first page. “This is pure fluff,” he said.

“Huh? What do you mean by that?” Bob asked.

“It’s trivial,” said Nate. “It’s trite. It’s a cliché, it’s superficial. I’m sorry, dude, but it’s fluff.”

“Sheesh, that’s harsh,” Bob said.

“Well, you asked what I think. You want me to be honest with you, right?”

“Yeah, but you just read the first page. Turn the page and see if it gets any better,” Bob pleaded.

“Okay,” Nate said. He read both the second and third pages and then handed them back to Bob. “Sorry, Bob, but it’s all fluff.”

This is another twofer. It’s in response to Sandi’s weekly Manic Monday challenge, which this week is to write some flash fiction using the title of the 1973 Bob Seager song, “Turn the Page.”

It’s also in response to today’s one-word prompt, “fluff.”

Manic Monday — Same Old Song and Dance

“I’m so sorry, Alex, but traffic this morning was horrendous,” Sally explained. “The bridge was all backed up….”

“Give it a rest, Sally,” Alex said, interrupting her. “It’s always something, isn’t it? Traffic was bad, your car wouldn’t start, your alarm didn’t go off because your electricity went out.”

“You know, Alex, shit happens,” Sally said. “I’ve just had a run of bad luck recently. And I said I was sorry.”

Alex got a stern look on his face. “It’s the same old song and dance with you, isn’t it Sally? You come up with all of these bullshit excuses for why you’re late for work and you expect me to just roll over and accept it. Well, I’m sorry, too, Sally, but that ends today. I’m going to have to let you go effective immediately.”

“Oh Alex, you know you can’t fire me,” Sally said smiling at her boss.

“I just did fire you, Sally,” Alex said. “You’re done here.”

“Okay, fine,” Sally said. “I can’t wait to invite your wife out for a cup of coffee and tell her how you expected me to ‘just roll over and accept it’ from you all those nights on your office couch when you asked me to, oh what was it you said you wanted me to do? Oh right, you wanted me to inspect your hard drive to confirm that it was large enough to support all of your needs. I’m sure she’ll understand.”

Alex stood staring at Sally for a moment as she watched his expression transition from anger to resignation.

“I hope you will make a concerted effort to get to the office by 8:30 from now on,” he said. “And by the way, can you stop by my office at the end of the day today? My hard drive needs some attention.”

Sally smiled at Alex, turned around, and walk toward her cubicle. “Same old song and dance indeed,” she thought.

Written for Sandi’s Manic Monday challenge to write a post using a song title she has chosen, which this week is Aerosmith’s song, “Same Old Song and Dance.”

Manic Monday — Grocery Seduction

Image result for a pair of ripe honeydew mellons“Hello again,” he said to Carolyn as she walked past the produce aisle at the grocery store.

Carolyn looked up at the man. He was a decent looking guy, although she was pretty sure he was younger than she was. “Do I know you?” she asked.

“I saw you over at the canned goods aisle, remember? I asked you about tuna fish,” he explained.

“Oh, okay. Well, hello again,” she said congenially, although she had no recollection of having seen him before.

“I couldn’t help admiring the size of your melons,” he said.

“Excuse me?” she said, shocked. She quickly glanced down at her chest to see if something was not quite right.

“You honeydew melons,” he said. “They are just the right size.”

“Thank you, I guess,” Carolyn answered, not sure if he was being genuine or if she was being played.

“Do you know where they keep the pomegranates?” he asked. “I love to open them up and scoop out the those jewel-like seeds with my tongue.”

Now there was no question in Carolyn’s mind that this guy was playing her by using sexual innuendos and double entendres in a lame attempt to seduce her. She was somewhat flattered, but, at the same time, highly offended.

“I’m not sure, but I think they may keep the pomegranates in the display case over there,” she said pointing. “Right next to where the security guard is standing.”

The guy looked at his watch, back up at Carolyn, and said, “Oh my, will you look at the time. I gotta split, but maybe we’ll run into each other at another time.” He quickly left the store, leaving his half-full grocery cart abandoned in the middle of the aisle.

Written for this week’s Manic Monday challenge from Sandi, where the prompt is the song title, “Hello Again” by the Cars.

Don’t You Love Me Anymore?


“Sorry, honey, but I’m just not in the mood right now,” James told his wife.

“You never seem to be in the mood anymore,” Carolyn said, her eyes tearing up. “Don’t you love me anymore?”

“Of course I love you,” James reassured her. “But I just don’t feel like it right now.”

“You never seem to be in the mood these days.”

“What are you talking about?” James asked. “We’ve done it three time in the past ten days.”

“You’re keeping count?” Carolyn said indignantly.

“No, I’m not keeping count, but I think we’ve been doing it too often lately.”

Carolyn glared at her husband. “Too often? Really? We used to do it much more often when we were first married. You were never not in the mood back then.”

Knowing he couldn’t win this, James relented. “Okay, fine,” he said, “Get your coat and we’ll head to Denny’s for dinner and then go see the movie.”

Carolyn beamed. “See,” she said. “I always know how to get you in the mood.”

Written for Sandi’s Manic Monday challenge to write a post about the 1939 song from the Glenn Miller Orchestra, “In The Mood.”