In Other Words — Beyond Repair

4F22CEEA-4DA2-4B49-9B0B-39EDBFFC8189Ever since our first date, the chemistry between us was undeniable, and our relationship fell into a comfortable rhythm for both of us.

Yet the concept of true love has always been a nebulous one for me.

Sadly, over time, a fissure in our once beautiful relationship occurred, and that rift began to tear our love asunder.

And as much as it pains me to admit this, I lack the tools to repair our broken love.

I’m so, so sorry, but whatever this thing called love is supposed to be, I just don’t feel it anymore.


In other wordsWritten for the In Other Words prompt from Patricia’s Place. The challenge this week is to write a story or poem of five lines or fewer using the picture above and/or the word “repair.” Photo credit: Steve Buissinne from Pixabay.

Also written for the Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Tale Weaver prompt, where the challenge is to write about the word “sorry.”

And also for these daily prompts: The Daily Spur (date), Daily Addictions (rhythm), Word of the Day Challenge (love), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (nebulous), Ragtag Daily Prompt (fissure), and Your Daily Word Prompt (sunder).

A Fresh Start

54A2797E-55A8-4820-97C7-2C5889B1E610Jim was nervous as he walked into Stephen’s office. “Sit, Jim,” his boss said taking a seat on his office sofa and pointing to a chair next to it.

Jim sat down. “You want to talk to me about my report?”

“Yes, Jim, I do,” Stephen said. “Your research was excellent. Very detailed and in-depth, very well annotated. Unfortunately, your written report was problematic.”

Jim was confused. “Problematic?” he said. “I don’t understand.”

“You’re way too deep into the weeds,” his boss said. “It’s sixty pages long, for crissake. No one is going to take the time to read it all. What you need to do is put an abstract of your research at the beginning and a summary at the end. That way, people can read the abstract, get the gist of the report, skip to the summary, and voila, they’re done. Sort of like a pebble skimming the surface.”

“I feel like I’ve just entered the Twilight Zone,” Jim said. “I’m a research scientist and you want me to just skim the surface in my written reports. That’s nonsense. That’s not what I spent my time getting a PhD to do. I don’t think we have a match, Stephen. I quit.” Jim got up and started to leave Stephen’s office, when Stephen reached out and grabbed Jim by his right wrist.

“Jim, wait,” Stephen said. “Listen, the holidays are coming up. Take some time, think things over, and when you come back, we’ll get off to a fresh start. We need people like you with your work ethic. I’ve got my eye on you for bigger things, son.”


Written for the Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Tale Weaver prompt (weeds) and for these daily prompts: Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (written), Your Daily Word Prompt (problematic), Ragtag Daily Prompt (pebble), Word of the Day Challenge (Zone), Daily Addictions (wrist), and The Daily Spur (holidays).

FFfPP/Tale Weaver — Smothering

1E7F1AE7-5DD1-4EA1-9B2F-AB68658B570BBill led a modest and mundane life. He ate, slept, and worked. His job had become a proxy for living, and with no social life to speak of, he dedicated himself to his work. As a result, he was quite successful and rose to the ranks of middle management in a relatively compressed timeframe for someone his age.

Still, with his professional life going so well, Bill knew something was missing and it was his own fault. He created an impenetrable bulwark to ensure that his obligation to his job would not be sidetracked by anything, including a romantic entanglement.

But then Bill met Marcia and his priorities changed dramatically. He became obsessed with her, to the point where he was shirking his job responsibilities and missing critical deadlines. But Bill no longer cared about his job. All he cared about was Marcia.

Darling,” Bill wrote in a text message to Marcia, “meet me at City Hall at 4:00,” and he was thrilled when she agreed. He arrived early and watched the big clock countdown toward 4:00. When she arrived, he hugged her and asked her to marry him.

“Sorry, Bill, but I’m breaking up with you,” Marcia said. “You’re smothering me.”

(200 words)


Written for Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner and for the Tale Weaver prompt from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie (darling). Photo credit: Pixnio.com. Also for these daily prompts: Daily Addictions (bill), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (mundane), Ragtag Daily Prompt (proxy), Your Daily Word Prompt (compress), Nova’s Daily Random Word (bulwark), The Daily Spur (obligation), and Word of the Day Challenge (countdown).

Tale Weaver — Barely a Ripple

D844DD7F-CDE2-46A0-908B-B3E025A11849He was born
He went to school
He graduated
He got a job
He got married
He had kids
He worked hard for 45 years
He retired
He died
It should come as no surprise
That when he was alive
His life barely made a ripple


Written for the Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Tale Weaver prompt, where the topic to consider is the notion of eulogy.

Wedding Day, Wedding Night

1E7AF551-4CCC-429D-B9A6-ECEF2A64855CAmanda watched her older sister, sitting in front of a mirror in her wedding gown admiring her reflection. “Do you like what you see?” Amanda asked.

Joyce, surprised by her kid sister, turned and gave Amanda’s dirty look. “Shouldn’t you be doing your homework or playing with your dolls or something instead of spying on me?”

“What? And miss watching you preen in front of that mirror?” Amanda said.

“You’re such a child, you just don’t understand,” Joyce said. “Tomorrow is my wedding day and I want to make sure I look my best, since it’s my day and all eyes will be focused on me.”

“Well, duh,” Amanda said. “That’s a safe assumption, since you’re the bride and it’s your wedding day.”

“Do you want to see something really sexy that I bought to wear on my honeymoon?” Joyce said. “Go to the closet and pull out the black and red garment that’s hanging there.”

Amanda walked over to the closet, threw open the curtain and and pulled out a skimpy teddy that Joyce asked for. “Ooh, that’s insidious,” she said.

“Insidious?” Joyce said. “Oh no, little sister, that is total seduction.”

“Well, if you really want all eyes to be focused on you tomorrow, Joyce,” Amanda said, “forget the wedding gown and wear your wedding night teddy.”

“Now that would be insidious,” Joyce said, laughing.


Written for the Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Tale Weaver prompt, where the tale is suppose to consider the notion of a wedding. Photo credit: Guilherme Stecanella@undplash.com. Also written for these daily prompts: Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (homework), Ragtag Daily Prompt (preen), Word of the Day Challenge (safe), The Daily Spur (curtain), and Your Daily Word Prompt (insidious).