One-Liner Wednesday — Windows and Mirrors

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“I feel that it is healthier to look out at the world through a window than through a mirror, where all you see is yourself and whatever is behind you.”

American singer-songwriter and musician Bill Withers

Last month we lost Bill Withers. He was a three-time Grammy Award winner, was nominated for six more, and was inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in 2015.

Withers was known for such popular hit songs as “Ain’t No Sunshine,” “Grandma’s Hands,” “Use Me,” “Lean on Me,” “Lovely Day,” and “Just the Two of Us.”

His quote resonated with me, especially in these dark times. Many of us are looking out at the world through our windows because we are under stay-at-home orders due to the pandemic. At the same time, some of our world leaders — I won’t name names, but one in particular acts like a total rump — seem to be so narcissistic that all they see of the world is their own reflection, as if they are looking in a mirror.


Written for the One-Liner Wednesday prompt from Linda G. Hill.

FOWC with Fandango — Window

FOWCWelcome to November 11, 2019 and to Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (aka, FOWC). It’s designed to fill the void after WordPress bailed on its daily one-word prompt.

I will be posting each day’s word just after midnight Pacific Time (US).

Today’s word is “window.”

Write a post using that word. It can be prose, poetry, fiction, non-fiction. It can be any length. It can be just a picture or a drawing if you want. No holds barred, so to speak.

Once you are done, tag your post with #FOWC and create a pingback to this post if you are on WordPress. Or you can simply include a link to your post in the comments.

The issue with pingbacks not showing up seems to have been resolved, but you might check to confirm that your pingback is there. If not, please manually add your link in the comments.

And be sure to read the posts of other bloggers who respond to this prompt. You will marvel at their creativity.

Razing The Majestic

0FA7C205-B34D-443B-A7E9-5C288AA8FCA0Georgia turned away from the window, tears welling up in her eyes. “I can’t believe that the city is razing the old Majestic Theater in order to build luxury condominiums. It makes me feel so tristful.”

“Tristful? What the hell does that mean, Georgia?” Edgar asked.

“Oh, you’re so pathetic,” Georgia said. “It means sad or sorrowful. And that’s how I feel about what they’re doing to the old Majestic.”

You, my dear, are such a drama queen, Edgar said. “And when did you start speaking in such a highfalutin manner? Why not just say it makes you sad. Tristful? Really?”

“Do you realize, Edgar, that the building that houses the Majestic is nearly a century old?” Georgia said. “I think we need to march on City Hall tomorrow to repudiate the actions of the mayor and the city council. They are not being consistent in their designation of historical sites, and the Majestic certainly qualifies as one.”

“Well, I can’t go tomorrow, Georgia,” Edgar said. “I have an appointment with my urologist about how best to treat my kidney stones.”


Written for Paula Light’s Three Things Challenge prompt, where the three things are “kidney,” “window,” and “drama.” Also for these daily prompts: Ragtag Daily Prompt (tristful), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (highfalutin, The Daily Spur (manner), Word of the Day Challenge (nearly), Your Daily Word Prompt (repudiate), and Daily Addictions (consistent).

Running Out of Time

08629265-E2D2-460B-AE84-CC517726E84E“You’re trying my patience, Alan,” Elizabeth said. “I know you know enough about female physiology to understand that there is a finite period of time for women to safely give birth to a healthy baby and my biological clock is ticking.”

“Yes, I do know that,” Alan admitted. “And I agree that someday soon….”

“Someday soon? Seriously?” Elizabeth said, tears starting to well up in her eyes. “We’ve been together for almost twelve years, Alan, and you know how much I want a baby before it’s too late for me. The truth is that my window to get pregnant and to carry a baby to term is going to be closing very soon. I’m running out of time, so ‘someday’ just won’t cut it. Why won’t you commit to this for me, for us, for our future?”

“Elizabeth,” Alan said, “Between all of the geo-political chaos happening around the globe and the potential impact on the sustainability of human life on our planet due to unabated climate change, perhaps brining a child into this world is not such a good idea.”

“Get out!” Elizabeth screamed. “Pack your bags and leave. I can’t believe how I’ve wasted my time with you. Leave now.”

“Elizabeth, you’re being a little rash, don’t you think?” Alan said, reaching his hand toward her to touch her face. She swatted his hand away and picked up her phone. “Who are you calling?” Alan asked.

“Building security.”


Written for these daily prompts: Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (finite), Your Daily Word Prompt (someday), Word of the Day Challenge (commit), and Ragtag Daily Prompt (security). Photo credit: Seth Macey@unsplash.

Friday Fictioneers — The Hornets’ Nest

D71DC9A2-A7F0-43D4-930B-C43150449349“Look up there,” Carl yelled, pointing to the second story window on the stone building.

“What is it?” Mike asked.

“It’s a hornets’ nest,” Carl answered. He bent down and scooped a handful of stones from the path and started throwing them up at the nest.

“What are you doing?” Mike asked. “The last thing you want to do is stir up a hornets’ nest.”

“I’m doing the people who live there a favor,” Carl insisted. He threw another stone at the nest, but it hit the window and broke it.

“Some favor,” Mike said. “Let’s get out of here.”

(100 words)


Written for the Friday Fictioneers prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Photo credit: J Hardy Carroll.