Twittering Tales — Pug in a Towel

3C37B976-D51E-4671-B3F6-8D57018ACE74They said he’d been traumatized before he was dropped off at the shelter wrapped in a towel.

They said he would need patience and understanding from a loving family.

They said it would take some time.

They didn’t say he’d wrap himself in that old towel and whimper all the time.

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Written for Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales prompt. Photo credit: Matthew Henry at

FFfPP — A Room With a View


I don’t consider myself to be voyeur. It’s just that I don’t have much to do these days. My TV is broken and my computer stopped functioning a long time ago. So basically, all I have to do with my time is to read…and peer.

I live across from a huge apartment complex. I have a telescope from my stargazing days, but instead of focusing on the night sky, I aim it at the apartment building across the street.

During the day there’s really not that much to see. People mostly keep their drapes drawn. But every once in a while my patience pays off and I see something interesting, like the woman who dries her clothes on a drying rack on her balcony. She often hangs her laundry out to dry when she’s just wearing a bra and panties. Nice.

But it’s at night, when people have their lights on, that the real shows begin. There’s the husband who’s always beating his wife, the lesbian couple who rarely draw the curtains when in their bedroom, or the guy who stands on his balcony and masturbates.

Who needs a TV or a computer when you have a telescope?

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Written for this week’s Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner from Roger Shipp. Photo credit: Michael (Black) Ritter pexels-photo-41506.

Getting Nowhere Fast

29B6ABEE-B013-4ED9-9966-AEDD67A0DFC4“You’re awfully fidgety,” the guy sitting in the chair next to me said.

I looked at my watch. “We’re getting nowhere fast,” I answered. “I’ve been sitting here for an hour waiting for my number to be called.”

“What’s your rush,” he asked.

“This is ridiculous,” I said.

“No,” he replied. “This is the Department of Motor Vehicles. Things move at a snail’s pace here.”

“I’ve got things I need to be doing,” I said. “I don’t have time to sit here and wait interminably, you know.”

The guy looked me over. “What do you do for a living?” he asked.

“I’m retired,” I answered.

“Retired?” he said. “Must be nice. So you’ve got someplace you’ve gotta be?”

“Yeah,” I said. “Any place but wasting my time here.”

“So why don’t you leave?”

“I need to get my driver’s license renewed before it expires in a few days and I can’t do it on the internet because I have to take the goddam written test and get my eyes tested.”

“Wow, it must suck to be you,” he said sarcastically.

I looked at him. “What do you mean by that?”

“I’ve been sitting here as long as you have and I’m taking unpaid time off from my job to be here,” he said. “Look around man. There are at least 200 people here waiting to renew licenses or register cars or take road tests or whatever other business they have with the DMV. Don’t you think we’re all in as much of a rush to get outta here as you are?”

“Look, pal,” I said. “I don’t care about other people. I just don’t like having to sit here and wait for my number to be called.”

“You know what they say, ‘patience is a virtue.’”

“Yeah, well I’m not feeling very virtuous today,” I said.

Just then a number was called and the guy I was talking with stood up and said, “That’s my number.” He then looked back at me and said, “Good things come to those who wait.”

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

I Don’t Do Twitter

img_0928I don’t do Twitter. The closest to writing a tweet is once a week when Kat Myrman posts her Twittering Tales prompt. She shows us a picture and asks us to post about that picture using 280 or fewer characters. Not words, characters.

And you know what? It’s damn hard to articulately express intelligent, meaningful, and coherent thoughts in just 280 characters, including spaces and punctuation. It takes a lot of patience.

And speaking about patience, please be patient with me if you are a Twitter fan. I don’t have a Twitter account. So you may want to take my observations about Twitter and its users with a grain of salt. My opinions are based upon what I’ve read and heard about what others have tweeted, and the most likely reason I’ve read or heard about such tweets is because they’re so outrageous.

And that brings me to my impression that people tend to post the dumbest, most incoherent, and nastiest comments on Twitter. No offense to those of you who love Twitter. No doubt you are the exceptions and your tweets are intelligent, coherent, and articulate.

Still, how many times have you read or heard about a tweet from Donald Trump (the tweeter-in-chief) that causes you to do a facepalm? Or to just shake your head in disbelief?

And it’s not just Trump. So many people — from members of his administration to other politicians to movie stars and TV personalities — have tweeted such stupid, thoughtless, nasty, and/or incoherent tweets that they end up having to apologize, delete their stupid tweets, or walk them back. It’s a medium tailor made for people to post stupid things.

Because, it seems to me, many Twitter users tweet first and think later. For some reason, they feel that time is of the essence and it’s more important to get it out fast than to take their time to write something intelligent, articulate, and thoughtful. If that’s even possible in 280 characters.

Don’t get me wrong. I’m not suggesting that all Twitter users are stupid, mean-spirited, and thoughtless. But Twitter does seem to attract many who are.

Maybe I’m wrong. If you are someone who uses Twitter, maybe you can help me understand why Twitter even exists. What need does it serve?

Anyway, this is why I don’t do Twitter.

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

Where is Everyone?


This is disheartening. I published my first post since starting this new blog three weeks ago and to-date I’ve only gotten only around 90 views, most of which are from one individual — me! I do have several brave followers and a handful of “likes,” but no one, as far as I can tell, has visited my blog more than once.

So why, after only three weeks, am I disheartened? When I abandoned my last blog on WordPress two and a half years ago I had around 3,000 followers, including a few dozen or so who were “regular readers.” I was averaging between 50 and 100 page views a day, sometimes three or four times that many. My blog had well over 100,000 total views.

But that “success” took its toll. I was posting every single day — sometimes multiple times a day. I participated in a bunch of prompts from both WordPress and from other bloggers. My posts would get a lot of “likes” and comments. I would read the blogs of those who liked mine. I would comment on their posts and I would respond to comments on mine.

It was fun, but it was also time-consuming. All encompassing, actually. I became obsessed with and possessed by my blog. It was eating me alive. All that time spent posting, reading, and commenting almost cost me my marriage and my job. So I abruptly quit (my blog, not my marriage or my job).

Looking back, I recall that it did take about six months for my previous blog to start to gain traction. So I suppose I must be patient. Eventually, if I don’t quit again, some people will discover my sharp wit and extraordinary wisdom.

Or not. It really doesn’t matter, since I am blogging primarily to express myself and to, now that I’m retired, exercise my mind and creativity. That’s what I tell myself, anyway.

Still, it would be nice to have some readers besides me and to get some feedback.