FOWC with Fandango — Meticulous

FOWCWelcome to March 25, 2020 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 “meticulous.”

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.

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

Tell The Story — Punctuality

96D5CDBB-4888-4BEE-8369-5ACFCEC2D6F5Frank always prided himself on the fact that he was never late. He was always on time, no matter what. Big or small, important or trivial, Frank was there when he was scheduled to be there, regardless of where there was or why he needed to be there.

Frank’s penchant for punctuality was well-known by those who knew him, whether they were his work associates or his friends and family. “You can set your watch by him,” people would say of Frank. He never tired of hearing that.

Frank met Barbara at a company function. They talked and they clicked. Where Frank was fastidious, Barbara was spontaneous. Where Frank was meticulous, Barbara was messy. She was so unlike Frank, so different, that he found her irresistible.

He ended up spending that night with her, a night like no other night Frank had ever experienced. And for the first time in his life, Frank lost track of time. Punctuality lost its importance. Frank didn’t care if he made it there on time — wherever there was or why he needed to be there.

In this particular case, Frank needed to catch a 10 a.m. train to Boston for a very important business meeting. But Barbara used all of her delightful feminine wiles to persuade Frank to not hurry for that 10:00 train. “You can catch the next train to Boston,” she implored. “It leaves at noon. Stay with me for a while longer.” And she pulled Frank back down into the bed with her.

Everyone he knew expected Frank to have been on the 10 a.m. train that morning because Frank was always on time and was never late. Everyone who knew Frank was in a state of shock when they heard that he was among the casualties in the train derailment of the noon express to Boston that day.

Everyone but Barbara, that is.

Sadje, at Keep It Alive, tagged me to “Tell The Story” based upon this image at the top of this post. According to the Tell The Story Challenge rules, I’m now supposed to post a new picture and tag three other bloggers to tell a story about that picture. But I’m not going to do that. Instead, I’m going to invite anyone who wants to write their own Tell The Story post to this same picture to feel free to do so.