#FOWC — An Abundance of Loyalty

6693F921-D4B5-4126-9041-FC5229E741C4Ron and Mary sat on the rug in front of the fireplace enjoying their glasses of wine and feeling toasty in front of the abundant flames that warmed the entire room.

“The one attribute I admire most in people is being loyal,” Ron  said. “That’s why I admire Donald Trump. Loyalty is very important to him.”

“Are you crazy?” Mary said. “That man is one of the most mean-spirited human being ever to occupy the Oval Office.”

“Do you really mean that?” Ron asked.

“Yes, I mean that!” Mary said emphatically. “Loyalty is more important to that man than qualifications or competence.”

“That’s a mean thing to say.” Ron said.

“Open your eyes, Ron,” Mary said. “As far as presidents go, he’s well below the mean.”

“I think he’s way above average,” Ron said.

“You’re an idiot,” Mary said, putting down her wine and heading toward the bedroom. “I guess it’s true that Donald Trump is breaking up families.”


Written for today’s Three Things Challenge from Teresa. The three things are admire, loyal, and fireplace. Also for today’s Word of the Day Challenge, “abundant.” And, of course, for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge, “mean.”

FOWC with Fandango — Mean

FOWCWelcome to July 11, 2018 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 “mean.”

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.

And be sure to read the posts of other bloggers who respond to this prompt. You will marvel at their creativity.

Sunday Photo Fiction — Mean and Inconsiderate

723932EE-D420-4715-8A6E-0D5A0FA1A04FIt was, perhaps, the meanest act I’d ever committed. Certainly the most inconsiderate. But I was only ten-years-old, so what did I know?

My father loved to build miniature settings. He had constructed an elaborate village around his HO scale train set in our attic. It included a train station, post office, church, store, and a few homes. There were painted roads with small cars and trucks and tiny little people. It was fully landscaped with trees and shrubs, hills, and a creek. A true work of art.

For Christmas one year, he decided to build a little fairy village on our patio for my younger sister. He constructed it from twigs, straw, branches, and stones. He built a tiny church, shed, fire pit, table, and bench. It was exquisite.

He finished it just in time for Christmas and, when Christmas morning arrived, my sister and I eagerly opened our presents. My favorite was a 20-inch tall Godzilla monster doll.

Dad escorted us out to our back patio and unveiled the fairy village. My sister squealed in delight. I, with Godzilla in hand, proceeded to destroy the tiny village by stomping all around, making horrible monster noises, just like the movie.

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Written for this week’s Sunday Photo Fiction prompt. Image credit: Eric Wiklund.