MLMM Photo Challenge — You Will Always Be You

I was your pawn and you used me for your own selfish purposes.

I didn’t nourish your haughty ways enough to satisfy you.

I didn’t lift up your ego sufficiently to make you feel good about yourself.

In your uncontrolled rage, you had no qualms about taking that knife and slashing my cheek.

In time, though my scar will heal.

But you are who you are and you will always be you.

Written for the Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge. Photo credit: Pixabay. Also for these daily prompts: Tuesday Use It In a Sentence (pawn), Word of the Day Challenge (nourish), Your Daily Word Prompt (haughty), The Daily Spur (lift), and Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (qualms).

MLMM Double Take — The Last Will and Testament

The old man was having trouble keeping his horse stationary as he rode up in front of the saloon. The skin on his face visible above his scraggly white beard and below the rim of his worn hat was leathery and I could tell that the man was in a lot of pain. In a hoarse voice asked me to help him get down off his steed, and I obliged him.

Even once he was on the ground, he was unsteady. “Help me inside,” he said, nodding toward the swinging doors of the saloon, “and sit me down at a table.” Again, I obliged the old timer.

After he was situated, he said, “Now fetch me a pencil and some stationery. I’m dying and I need to write down my last will and testament, and if you hurry, I’ll give you a piece of my inheritance.”

I stepped over to the bar and asked the barkeep for a pencil and some paper and then walked over to the table where the old man was seated, only to find him slumped over dead as a doornail. I figured that I earned my inheritance, which as far as I was concerned was the old timer’s horse and whatever I found in his saddlebags. Hell, I helped the geezer out in his dying moment. It wasn’t my fault that he died intestate.

Written for the Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Double Take—Saturday Mix, where we are asked to use these homophones in our post: horse/hoarse and stationary/stationery.

Sunday Writing Prompt — The Quiet One

“Aren’t you the quiet one?” he said. It wasn’t a question as much as an observation. “You seem like someone who would be more of the incandescent type, someone who would want to be right in the thick of things, standing in the circle, entertaining the crowd with your storied tales of the realm. But there you sit, with nobody paying any attention to you.”

“I like it this way,” she said.

“I find it hard to believe that an attractive woman like you wants to be sitting alone. Wouldn’t you rather be sharing your time with a handsome, intelligent, interesting guy like me? You need to live the dream.”

She placed her finger to her lips and said, “Shh.”

“Ah, I see what the problem is,” he said. “You are seeking a formal introduction. Fine, my name is Alec. And yours is?”

“Alec,” she said, “you are fleet of tongue and probably full of drink, but I am thoroughly fine on my own.” She stood up, smiled, and said, “I encourage you to try your catfishing in a different lake.

Then she turned around and walked away.

Written for the Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Sunday Writing Prompt. Photo credit: Also for these daily prompts: Word of the Day Challenge (incandescent/nobody), Ragtag Daily Prompt in the circle), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (realm/thorough) nobody), MMA Storytime (dream/catfish), The Daily Spur (introduction/drink), Your Daily Word Prompt (fleet), and catfish

First Line Friday — War Games

“I summon you, the beasts of war!” Craig called out.

“I fear that your motives are anything but altruistic,” Kevin said.

“I’m not going to dither around here, Kevin,” Craig said. “I don’t do anything halfway, my friend.”

“Relax, buddy, it’s only a video game. The end of the world is not at stake.”

“You’re too easy going, Kevin,” Craig said. “This is a serious competition and it’s kill or be killed. Take no prisoners, Winner takes all.”

“Boys,” the brothers’ mother called from the kitchen, “shut off that stupid, violent game. Dinner is ready.”

“It’s not violent, Ma,” Craig called back, “it’s Mario Kart.”

“Well, it’s Mac and cheese night, so get your butts over here.”

“Cool,” the brothers said in unison and ran to the kitchen.

Written for the Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie First Line Friday prompt. Also for these daily prompts: The Daily Spur (fear), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (altruistic), Your Daily Word Prompt (dither), and Ragtag Daily Prompt (halfway).

MLMM Photo Challenge — Clouds in the Shower

“I don’t feel a thing,” Alyse said. “I thought you said this was the good stuff.”

Michael gave Alyse a questioning look. “Seriously, you don’t feel anything yet? I’m totally wasted.”

“Well maybe I’m just not in the mood,” Alyse said. “I’m tired. I’m going to go take a shower and go to bed. Have a good time sitting here by yourself watching National Geographic.”

Alyse walked into their bathroom, took off her clothes, and, after making sure the water temperature was to her liking, stepped into the shower. As she was soaping herself up, she was looking at the impression her soapy hand made on the glass shower wall. She was mesmerized, unable to look away. To Alyse, it was as if she was lying out in a field of grass, looking up at the clouds against a deep blue sky, and watching with fascination as the light breezes changed the clouds’ shapes, just as the soap bubble on the shower wall, were slowly forming and changing shapes.

“Michael, come quick!” Alyse called out.

Hearing her calling him, Michael ran into the bathroom. “Alyse, are you okay? Did something happen?”

Alyse was singing a slightly off-key rendition of Joni Mitchell’s “Both Sides Now,” standing in the shower with her hand rubbing the shower wall glass. “Look, Michael,” she said, “look at the clouds floating by.”

Michael starting laughing. “So are you still going to tell me again how you don’t feel anything yet?”

Written for the Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge. Photo credit: Marta Bevacqua