The Letter W

Deb, over at Nope, Not Pam, has this weekly challenge called A Letter a Week, where she gives us a place, an emotion, an adjective, a verb, and an animal all starting with the same letter. Then she asks us to write a post using those items and the letter she has given us, which this week is the letter W.

Here are Deb’s W-words:

Place – whirlpool
Emotion – willful
Adjective – worldly
Verb – warp
Animal – weaver

I have to admit that I had a crush on him. He was so worldly, so wise, and oh so handsome.

My friends tried to warn me about him, but I was a willful young woman who was caught up in a whirlpool of emotions.

As I look back now after all these years, I realize that my perspectives about him were a little warped.

All he wanted from me was a piece of ass. All I wanted from him was for us to build a nest together. A modest nest for him and me and our family. A cozy nest like that of the little weaver bird in the tree that I can see just outside of my room window in the nursing home.

Weaver bird and its nest

FOWC with Fandango — Nest

FOWCWelcome to August 9, 2019 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 “nest.”

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.

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

Empty Nesters

AD0FBDF0-A64D-4609-920C-54CB6AD25D97“I’m not sure about this whole empty nest thing,” Elsa said to her sister on the phone. “Now that Eric, our youngest, has moved out, life is just not the same. Peter doesn’t understand. He has his work. That’s always been his priority. Not the kids and certainly not me.”

“I know where you’re coming from, Sis,” Emily said sympathetically. “You spend most of your adult life tending to the needs of your children and then, one day, they’ve flown from the nest and you now start to question your whole purpose in life.”

“Exactly,” said Elsa. “What am I going to do? The kids were what Peter and I had in common. They were the glue that held us together. I don’t even know if we have anything to talk about with each other. We’re together, but alone.”

“Every couple goes through this when their kids grow up and leave home,” Emily said, trying to reassure her sister. “Bob and I went through something like this, too.”

“How did you deal with it?” Elsa asked.

“We had to rediscover ourselves, rekindle the relationship, reconnect with each other,” Emily said.

“I hear the words,” Elsa responded. “But how did you make that happen?”

“It was mostly me, I suppose,” Emily said. “I planned little things, like nice dinners, movie nights, weekend getaways, date nights, and stuff like that. I also insisted that we take romantic vacations, like going on cruises, visiting exotic lands.”

“Ah. So like a bucket list for empty nesters, huh?” Elsa said.

“Yes,” said Emily. “But there’s one more thing you need to do.”

“I think I know what you’re going to say,” Elsa said. “We need to spice things up a bit, right?”

“Sis, you need to start fucking his ass off!”


Written for today’s one-word prompt, “nest.”