Thursday Inspiration — Trophy Wife

When it was Bubbles turn to walk out onto the stage, all eyes of the mostly male patrons were everyone galvanized by her understated elegance.

Bubbles was no stranger to such admiration. She was graced with curves in all the right places, long blonde hair, and sultry blue eyes. She made a good living flaunting her charms in front of a bunch of horny drunks at the gentlemen’s club. But having turned thirty in 2020, she knew that her beauty wouldn’t last forever.

So she made a resolution for 2021 that she would find a rich sugar daddy who would be proud to have her on his arm and take good care of her. Bubbles had no qualms whatsoever about playing the role of trophy wife it meant she would no longer be on display as sex object at a cheap strip joint.

Written for Paula Light’s Thursday Inspiration prompt, where the theme is “bubbles.” Also for these daily prompts: Word of the Day Challenge (turn), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (galvanize), Ragtag Daily Prompt (understated elegance), The Daily Spur (stranger), MMA Storytime (2020), and Your Daily Word Prompt (resolution).

Thursday Inspiration — Blueberry Pancakes

“That was a great breakfast, Hon,” Dave said. “I can’t remember the last time you made us pancakes, much less blueberry pancakes.”

“I know those are your favorites and I thought you might enjoy a treat on Christmas Eve morning,” Liz said, a big smile on her face. She stood up and grabbed the breakfast plates from the table and headed toward the kitchen sink. Suddenly Liz shrieked and the two plates hit the floor and shattered.

Dave jumped to his feet and ran over to Liz. “Honey, what’s wrong?” he asked.

Still shaking, Liz said, “We have a mouse living in our house, Dave. I just saw it scurry across our kitchen floor and squeeze behind the refrigerator. You need to get it out of my house.”

Dave groaned as he positioned himself in front of the refrigerator. He put a hand on each side and began to maneuver it from side to side to pull it out from the nook it was in. After a few minutes of effort, Dave had the refrigerator far enough from the wall to look behind it.

“Holy shit!” he exclaimed. “Liz, come look at this!”

Liz peeked behind the refrigerator and saw a nest of newborn mice, gray, hairless, and with their eyes not yet open. The mouse that had scurried across the kitchen floor was standing in front of her babies, ready to protect her brood. “Aw, Dave,” she said, her eyes tearing up. “They’re so cute. I can’t let you kill them.”

“So what do you want me to do?” Dave asked. “Should I call an exterminator?”

“Oh God no, Dave,” Liz said. “This is the miracle of life. We should rejoice for the mother mouse and her babies, not destroy them. I want you to go to the pet store and find an aquarium or some other suitable habitat for this little family of mice.”

“Are you serious, Liz?” Dave asked. “You want to keep these mice as pets? These aren’t little baubles to hang on the tree. They’re living creatures.”

“I know , Dave, and yes I do want to keep them as pets,” Liz said. “After all, it is Christmas tomorrow. What would Jesus do?”

“But….” Dave was interrupted when he heard Liz calling him. “Wake up sleepyhead,” she said. “I made you blueberry pancakes for breakfast. They’re your favorites.”

Written for Paula Light’s Thursday Inspiration prompt, where the theme is “breakfast.” And for these daily prompts: Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (great), Ragtag Daily Prompt (mouse), The Daily Spur (living), MMA Storytime (miracle), Word of the Day Challenge (rejoice), and Your Daily Word Prompt (bauble).

Thursday Inspiration — The Call

The office Christmas party last December was in full swing and it was the bomb. Everyone was feeling quite jolly (another way of saying drunk) and some interesting goings on were taking place. Like when Janice, my boss’ wife, took her pen and wrote her phone number on the palm of my hand, placed her hand between my legs, squeezed hard, whispered “call me,” in my ear, and then left the party with her husband.

She was married to my boss, for crissake, but after her impetuous act at the Christmas party, I couldn’t get her off my mind. I was unable to discount the erotic feelings that this stunning woman stirred when she grabbed my crotch and squeezed.

I put my better judgment aside and called her. She seemed thrilled to hear from me and suggested that we meet at a cabin in the country that she and her husband owned. She told me to meet her there on a workday, so that her husband — my boss — would be at work.

I called in sick the next day, drove for two hours to the remote cabin, which was a model of rustic simplicity, and was greeted at the door by Janice, who was wearing an incredibly shear and sexy negligee. What transpired for the next six hours was almost indescribable. Before I left the cabin late in the afternoon, I asked Janice when I could see her again. Her answer surprised me.

“Every year for Christmas, my husband and I give ourselves the gift of freedom to have sex with someone else,” Janice explained. “This year, I chose you, and you were an awesome choice. But I love my husband and he loves me, so this incredible assignation we had won’t happen again until next Christmas.”

It’s been almost a year since that remarkable day with Janice at the cabin. I have been eagerly awaiting this year’s company Christmas party so that I could see Janice again and we could arrange for a repeat performance. So you can imagine my chagrin when the company announced that it was going to cancel this year’s Christmas party due to the pandemic. I was devastated.

But then I received a call from Janice. She asked if I’d been tested for COVID. I told her that I had and that it was negative. She said, “Me too. How about if you call in sick tomorrow and meet me at the cabin?”

It’s going to be a Merry Christmas after all!

Written for Paula Light’s Thursday Inspiration prompt, where the theme is “call.” Also for these daily prompts: Word of the Day Challenge (bomb), Your Daily Word Prompt (jolly), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (impetuous), The Daily Spur (discount), Ragtag Daily Prompt (rustic simplicity, and MMA Storytime (cancel).

Thursday Inspiration — Solitary Man

I’ve always been a bit of a loner
Even as a kid, I preferred to entertain myself
Over playing with friends
I used to invent games
I could play by myself
I thought of myself as an island unto my own
I was alone and wanted it that way
A rock who could feel no emotion
No pain
No joy
No love
No hate
And as I grew older
I became a solitary man
Who enjoys the sound of silence
Right or wrong
Weak or strong
I am what I am
A solitary man
A rock
An island

Written for Paula Light’s Thursday Inspiration prompt, where the theme is “rock.”

Thursday Inspiration — School Daze

Harold was jaded by the hypocrisy of the politicians. It was the middle of winter, the flu season was in full swing, and COVID-19 was still out of control. Which is why Harold was not at all excited when he learned that, starting in January, the school district he was teaching in was planning to resume in-person, on-site classes.

He loved teaching from home. He could safely conduct his classes online via Zoom and his students seemed to thrive. Plus, working from home gave him peace and quiet. It was his personal refuge.

Why would they do this now, deep into flu season and with the pandemic still raging? It seemed to be ill-conceived to Harold. Was the superintendent a loyal, misguided Trump ally? Was it all some elaborate marketing ploy on the part of the local government? Why would they ignore the advise of scientists and doctors?

Harold had to make a tough decision. Should he cave to the insanity and risk his health, or quit the profession he loved? After carefully weighing his options, he made his decision.

Written for Paula Light’s Thursday Inspiration prompt, where the theme is “school.” Also for these daily prompts: Ragtag Daily Prompt (jade), MMA Storytime (winter), Word of the Day Challenge (excited), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (refuge), Your Daily Word Prompt (ally), and The Daily Spur (marketing).