Money Doesn’t Buy Happiness

I always thought
That having
A lot of
Would make me
I was wrong
I Fear

Written for:

KL Casey’s #writephoto (money). Image by KL Caley.

Jim Adams’ Thursday Inspiration (happy).

Stephanie Colpron’s Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Tale Weaver prompt (fear).

Thursday Inspiration — The Curio Shop

“What’s that you’re holding?” Jacob asked.

“It’s mine!” Hanks said, shielding what he had in his hands.

“I didn’t ask who it belongs to,” Jacob said. “I asked what it is.”

“It’s a pendant that was made by an indigenous people probably hundreds of years ago,” Hank responded.

“May I see it?” Jacob asked.

Hank reluctantly handed the pendant to Jacob. “Be careful with it. It’s a priceless artifact.” Hank said.

Jacob examined the pendant when Hank handed it to him. “Where did you get this?” he asked Hank.

“I bought it at a curio shop downtown,” Hank answered. “Why?”

“Did you examine it carefully before you purchased it?”

“Of course I did,” Hank said, somewhat defensively. “The guy said it was genuine.”

“Did you happen to see what was stamped on the back of the pendant?”

“You mean where it says ‘Made in China?’ Yeah, I saw that,” Hank admitted. “But the curio shop owner assured me that the ancient Chinese culture from which the pendant was found was known to engrave their creations in that manner.”

“Hank,” Jacob said. “I have in my pocket the deed to the Brooklyn Bridge that I’d be will to sell to you for a very attractive price.”

Written for Jim Adams Thursday Inspiration prompt, where the word is “mine.” Also for these daily prompts: My Visual Blog (pendant), and Word of the Day Challenge (indigenous).

Thursday Inspiration — Lonely Teardrops

I wake up every morning since you’ve been gone and my pillow is soaked from having cried all night long.

I can’t believe that you left me after all we’ve been through together. My heart is broken and I can’t stop these lonely teardrops streaming from my eyes.

Won’t you please come home and give our love just one more chance? I know if you do we can rekindle our romance.

Please, my darling, say that you will come back home to me. You won’t regret it my love. Just say you will. Please say you will.

Written for Jim Adams’ Thursday Inspiration prompt, with a special not to Jackie Wilson.

MLMM Tale Weaver — The World After

Janet Simpson’s face had turned scarlet. She was so angry that no one in her Earth Sciences class was listening to her warnings about what would become of the world and of humanity in the days after the catastrophic effects of global climate change. “Don’t you realize that our planet will soon no longer be able to sustain life as we know it if we don’t act now. Not soon, but now! We have to reach a global accord on how to proceed to save the environment, and you, the future of humanity, will be responsible. If you fail, there will be no forgiveness.”

A few students were showing some interest, a few more were smirking, but most had their heads buried in the smartphones, texting, playing games, watching videos, or doing who knows what. Despite the lack of attention, Janet continued with her lesson plan.

“We are participating in a race against devastation, and it’s a marathon that we have no alternative but to complete,” Janet told her students. “So think about what actions you can take to make sure that the world after the twenty-first century is somewhere that we all — you and your children — can comfortably live in. Nothing tops the feeling of knowing that you helped alter the course of human history.”

The bell rang and her students noisily left the classroom, leaving the teacher depressed and disheartened, as she realized that taking selfies and watching funny animal videos were all her students cared about.

Written for the Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Tale Weaver prompt. Also for these daily prompts: Word of the Day Challenge (scarlet), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (sustain), Your Daily Word Prompt (accord), The Daily Spur (forgiveness), Jim Adams’ Thursday Inspiration (lesson), Ragtag Daily Prompt marathon, and My Vivid Blog (tops).

Thursday Inspiration — Red or White?

Friable? Exsiccate? Are these real words or is someone trying to pull a fast one on me? I had to Google both of them to find out what each meant.

“Friable” means easily crumbled. Hey, I can build a whole story around “easily crumbled.” But “friable” is not a word I’d ever use in a conversation, much less in blog post. I don’t want my readers to have to go to to figure out what the hell I’m talking about.

And then there is “exsiccate.” This means to remove moisture or to dry out. So why not use a more accessible word that is akin to “exsiccate” that your average reader would understand, like dehydrate?

Okay, this is exhausting. I’m beginning to feel king of exsiccated myself and if I don’t have something to drink soon I think my skin will start to become friable.

How about we treat ourselves to a glass of wine or two. I’ve got red or white. Which would you prefer?

Written for Jim Adams’ Thursday Inspiration prompt, where the word is “wine” plus the photo at the top of this post. And for these daily prompts: Your Daily Word Prompt (friable), Ragtag Daily Prompt (exsiccate), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (real), Word of the Day Challenge (akin), and The Daily Spur (treat).