Tale Weaver — Confusion

Ever since he suffered the contusion
He experienced a lot of confusion
And he was under the delusion
That his wife was an intrusion
So she came to the conclusion
That she needed a solution
And the only resolution
Was to put him in seclusion
But she was under no illusion
That he might seek retribution
So she put him in an institution
And then prayed to God for absolution


Written for the Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Tale Weaver prompt.

MLMM — The Italian Stallion

Dominic bowed his head to hide his face. He saw them all looking at him with disdain. He knew that his coworkers had heard about his affair with the boss, Darlene. The scuttlebutt that was going around the office was that the only way he could have gotten his last promotion was by screwing her and it made him feel like such a turkey.

It was Friday, which was the day that he and his coworkers traditionally went out together for lunch. But on this Friday, given all that was going on, Dominic demurred. They all seemed to lack any compassion toward him, even though he knew some secrets about them that could be damaging to their own personal lives. He thought it was kind of paradoxical that they would shun him for having slept with the boss when many of them had cheated on their own spouses with each other. What a bunch of fucking hypocrites they are, he thought.

While all of his alleged friends at the office were off enjoying their Friday lunch, Dominic walked boldly into Darlene’s office and announced that he was quitting. “I can’t continue working here,” he said. “They all know about us, so I need to find a different job. It’s time for me to find some new beginnings for my life.”

Darlene looked up at Dominic, who was standing in front of her desk. “Well, given the delicate situation, Dom,” she said, “I was going to have to let you go, so I do accept your resignation.”

Suddenly Darlene stood up, walked around her desk to where Dominic was standing, threw her arms around his neck, and presses her body tightly up against his. “I hope these new beginnings you’re talking about still include me, you hunky Italian Stallion.”


Written for the Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie First Line Friday prompt, where the line is “Dominic bowed his head to hide his face.” Also for the Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Tale Weaver prompt, where the topic is “beginnings.” Also for these daily prompts: The Daily Spur (affair), MMA Storytime (Turkey), Ragtag Daily Prompt (compassion), Your Daily Word Prompt (demur) and Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (paradox),

Tale Weaver/Thursday Inspiration — The End of the Affair

Donna’s face took on a pouty moue when Charles told her that it was the end of their affair. “I cannot afford to continue to see you,” he explained. “I can no longer juggle my marriage to my wife of ten years and my extramarital affair with you, Donna. I need to achieve some degree of tranquility in my life. I need my space. Do you understand?”

No, she did not understand. She was devastated. Even though he had promised more than once to leave his wife, she knew that the relationship was probably doomed from the start. Yet she found Charles’ colorful personality and strong profile, with his aquiline nose and prominent cheekbones, to be irresistible.

Donna felt like the scorned heroine of a bad work of romantic literature. She was debating between asking the police to arrest the scalawag for breach of promise or to do something even more drastic, like eliminating her competition. But in the end, she decided to just lick her wounds and to go find another married man to woo. They are always so needy.


Written for the Tale Weaver prompt from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, where the topic is “the end.” Also for Paula Light’s Thursday Inspiration prompt, where the theme is “space.”Also for these daily prompts: Ragtag Daily Prompt (moue, aquiline), Your Daily Word Prompt (afford), Word of the Day Challenge (juggle, literature), The Daily Spur (tranquil, colorful), and Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (arrest, scalawag).

Of Bubbles and Baths

I was sitting on the sofa in the family room when my wife, wearing a short terry cloth robe, approached me in a very sensual manner and, in a warm, sultry voice said to me, “Hey, lover, I’m in the mood for a bubble bath. Would you care to join me?”

I looked up at her from my iPhone, on which I was playing solitaire, and said, “No thanks, babe. I prefer showers over baths.”

My wife looked at me, saw what I was doing on my iPhone, and said, “I see.” Her voice shifted from warm and sultry to cold and nasty. “Well, solitaire is a good game for you to be playing, you bastard, because, as far as I’m concerned, you’re going to be spending a lot of time from now on in solitary confinement. I hope you enjoy playing with yourself.”


Written for Paula Light’s Thursday Inspiration prompt, where the theme is “bath,” and for the Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Tale Weaver prompt, where the topic is “bubbles,”

MLMM Tale Weaver — Over the Top

Today’s Tale Weaver prompt from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie asks us to compose a tale that involves “Over the Top.”

As soon as I saw that the topic was “over the top,” the thing — and I do mean “thing” — that came to mind was Donald Trump. That man, who currently occupies the Oval Office, is the epitome of someone who is over the top. And I don’t mean that in a good way.

When someone is characterized as being over the top, it means that they are behaving in an excessive or exaggerated manner. Yep, that’s Donald Trump, all right. Everything he says is exaggerated and excessive and a lie.

He’s been this way for most of his life, and certainly since he started his campaign for President in 2015. His first three years of his presidency had been full of exaggeration and excess. But in 2020, he’s been even more over the top than anyone ever thought he could be.

And yet, this over the top, megalomaniac, this narcissistic, racist, xenophobic, sexist, ignorant, moronic, lying sack of shit, may just get re-elected next week. And if that happens, the country I was born in, the country I was raised in, and the country I love will be gone.

And that will be tragic.