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MLMM First Line Friday — Stand Up

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d53f765b-e2f1-430e-880d-825f69dcbc78“Well I think it’s funny!” Sharon said. “And it’s not a mean funny, it’s, you know, an affable funny.”

“Thank you so much for letting me run my routine by you,” Joel said. “I’m so glad you liked it. You know, it’s always been my dream to do stand up.”

“Well, as long as it’s not a chore, you should continue to pursue it,” Sharon said.

“A chore?” Joel said. “Not at all. I love it. And I have a method to my madness. I’m adamant that I have the power to be a successful stand up comedian.”

“I have confidence that you’ll make it, Joel,” Sharon said. “By the way, I saw a female comedian the other night at a local club. She was marvelous, so funny. Maybe you know her, Joel. Her name is Mrs. Maisel, the same last name you have.”

Written for this week’s Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie’s First Line Friday. Also for these one-word prompts: Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (affable), Nova’s Daily Random Word  (dream), Ragtag Daily Prompt (chore), Daily Addictions (method), Your Daily Word Prompt (adamant), and Word of the Day Challenge (power).

MLMM Photo Challenge — Come Hither

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8272cea8-1bdc-4e53-af78-2826bb665928I stopped short when I saw her sitting on the steps leading up to the brownstone in which I had an apartment. She was looking up at me, her head slightly tilted, her large, expressive eyes staring, and her red Mona Lisa-like lips smiling. She was stunningly beautiful and I was mesmerized.

She was sitting there, learning slightly forward, with her arms resting on her knees and her feet arched in such a way that exposed most of her shapely legs. I’m almost ashamed to tell you that I wondered whether or not she was wearing panties, and the thought that she might not be was arousing.

She continued to look at me with a sort of come hither expression on her face, inviting me to engage with her. I finally gathered myself. “Is there something I can help you with, miss?” I asked.

“I’m waiting for someone,” she said.

“I know everyone who lives in this building,” I said. “Perhaps if you give me the name of the person you’re waiting for, I can be of some assistance.”

She smiled and said, “Do you like what you see?” Then she shifted her position slightly and in such a way that allowed me to confirm that she was, indeed, not wearing panties.

“Are you a lady of the night?” I asked.

She laughed. “You never answered my question,” she said.

“What question was that?” I asked.

“Do you like what you see?” she repeated.

“And you never answered my question,” I said. “Who are you waiting for?”

“Maybe I’m waiting for you,” she said, a sensual smile gracing her face. She stood up and slowly walked down a few steps until she was standing right in front of me. She took another step forward, reached her arms up and flung them around my neck. She pressed herself tight against me, the smell her perfume was intoxicating. She stood up on her tiptoes and moved her mouth toward mine. She pressed her soft, warm, moist lips up against mine and pushed her tongue into my mouth. I felt almost faint and had to lean against her for support.

She pulled her head back, smiled up at me, and said, “Dinner should be ready in about fifteen minutes, honey, but if you’re in the mood, maybe we can have a quickie before we eat.”

“Oh, I’m so in the mood,” I said to my wife, lifting her up in my arms and carrying her up the steps and into our apartment.

Written for the Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge. Photo credit: Unexpected Tales.

MLMM Tale Weaver — Be Careful What You Wish For

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5e7192d9-6efa-47e0-97b9-c5a625aead0c“If I were you, I’d stay away from her. She’s trouble,” Chris advised his friend.

“But, dude, she’s gorgeous and she’s available,” Andrew said. “Look at this photograph of her on Instagram.”

“Yeah, I know she’s hot,” Chris admitted, “but I know a guy who went out with her for a while. You’ll be working overtime to try to keep her happy.”

“Why would you say that?”

“Just look at her Facebook page,” Chris said. “She’s been zigzaging all over the freakin’ globe for the past two years.”

“So what does that have to do with the price of tea in China?” Andrew asked. “What are you hoping to accomplish by telling me this?”

“Oh jeez, man,” Chris said. “Do I need to spell it out for you. Do I need to write you a letter?”

“No, but I just want to know why you are so down on this girl, dude,” Andrew said.

“I’m just saying, Andrew, that you need to be careful what you wish for.” Chris said. “That chick is ultra high maintenance.”

Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie’s Tale Weaver prompt where the topic is “maintenance.” Also for these one-word prompts: Your Daily Word Prompt (photograph),  Michael’s Writing Prompts (overtime), Daily Addictions (zigzag), Nova’s Daily Random Word (globe), Word of the Day Challenge (accomplish), and Ragtag Daily Prompt (letter.)

First Line Friday — A Christmas Memory

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946926EA-DDD6-4F34-BB0D-208B286F56D8The radio was playing the oddest song. David got a little choked up when he heard “I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus.” It was the original version from 1952, sung by the 13-year-old Jimmy Boyd.

“I’ve never heard that version of that song,” his wife, Elaine, said. “Didn’t the Jackson 5 record this?”

“Yes, but this version was the original,” David said. “I was just a kid when I first heard the song and I loved it. I remember seeing Jimmy Boyd sing it on the Ed Sullivan Show and was I so impressed.”

“So why do you look so sad?” Elaine asked.

“It was Christmas Eve and I was about five,” David said. “I was up in my bedroom and remember hearing some commotion coming from the living room. So I sneaked downstairs hoping that it was Santa Claus putting presents under the Christmas tree. But I saw my mother hugging and kissing a man.”

“Oh, that’s so cute,” Elaine said. “You thought you saw your mother kissing Santa Claus, when in fact it was your father she was embracing. Aw, what a wonderful memory.”

“Well, the thing is,” David said, letting out a heavy sigh, “my father was deployed in Korea at the time.”

Written for the First Line Friday prompt from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie.

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Photo Challenge — Life Imitates Art

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DFE95346-FB4C-46E3-929C-0F289608AC19I had dozed for a few minutes, the rhythm of the swaying bus getting the best of my tired eyes. An abrupt stop, followed by a blaring horn, woke me up. When I opened my eyes and looked across the aisle, I saw a vision, a living Mona Lisa.

I blinked and rubbed my eyes, but she was still there, staring at me with her Mona Lisa smile, her right hand resting on her left, just like the pose in the da Vinci portrait.

I realized that I couldn’t not say something to this personification of one of the world’s greatest work of art. “Excuse me,” I said. “Are you an model?” I asked.

“No,” she said, maintaining her slight smile. “I’m a nurse.”

“Did anyone ever tell you that you look just like the woman in the da Vinci masterpiece,” I said.

“Yes, I get that a lot,” she admitted.

“Do you intentionally dress that way, wear your hair that way, sit that way, and smile that way,” I asked.

“No, of course not,” she said. “This is just who I am, how I dress, how I sit, and how I look.”

The guy in the seat next to her got off the bus at the next stop and I moved over and sat next to her. “My name is Leo,” I said.

“Hi Leo, I’m Mona,” she said, holding out her right hand for me to shake.

“Mona?” I said. “Seriously, your name is Mona? What’s next? Are you going to tell me you’re last name is Lisa?”

“Oh no,” she said. “My last name is Schaefer. Lisa is my middle name.”

“Get out,” I said. “Your name is Mona Lisa Schaefer?”

“Yes,” she said. “And you are?”

“I told you, my name is Leo.”

“Leo who?” she asked.

“Leo Vincenti”

“And what do you do, Leo Vincenti?”

“I’m a painter.”

“As in houses?”

“No, as in portraits,” I answered. “In fact, I’d like to paint your portrait, Mona. You have a classic, timeless look.” I pulled out my sketch pad and a piece of charcoal and quickly sketched her. When I was done, I held it up to showed it to her.

“Oh, this is my stop,” she said, and hurriedly got off the bus.E0FB8DF3-1F77-45B4-ACE8-2EDEC74A7B3F.jpeg

Written for this week’s Photo Challenge from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie. Photo credit: Reddit.com. Drawing credit: Pinterest