Trifecta: Week Forty DINOSAUR 3: one that is impractically large, out-of-date, or obsolete
Thought I’d give it a try again….in 33 words, short and bittersweet…
“Well duh, mother. “
“Oh my Gawd, are you ser-i-ous?”
“I can’t believe you don’t know what that is!
Words spoken 25 years ago….
Echoing to me, 25 minutes ago…I’ve become the dinosaur.
a woman and child,
dreams coming true…
Blindsided by illness
Missing her desperately
new job, new home
unexpected second chance
Trifextra: Week Twenty-Two :This time, we’re asking you to retell your favorite book. In 33 words.
Opened up Facebook this morning, for some entertainment
only to find you had left us,
my friend from so many years ago.
Wasn’t it us just yesterday, playing under a beautiful blue sky.
Now all that is left is an empty space,
missing you and feeling blue.
Trifecta: Week Thirty-Two Blue (adjective) :3 a : low in spirits : melancholy
b : marked by low spirits : depressing
~This is how my day started today. I hadn’t thought of anything to write for this prompt, until then. It’s not very poetic, but I needed to mark the event somehow. Miss you, girl.
Cool brick, slick, wet pavement, weak light creeps into the alley
The embrace smelling of Polo cologne, cigarettes and a warm denim jacket
Pressed into one, kissing hungrily, his hands running across her back
Oblivious to the world, outside of theirs.
Trifecta: Week Thirty-One: This week’s word is:
ALLEY (noun) 3: a narrow street; especially : a thoroughfare through the middle of a block giving access to the rear of lots or buildings
This lady right here, enjoying her birthday cake, is my Nana.
Her 100th birthday is today.
Happy Birthday, Nana! I love you so much.
The picture above was taken at her 98th birthday party. That’s my aunt in the pink next to her. Everyone wore pink, Nana’s favorite color, to her party. The woman just loves pink. And roses. And jewelry. And used to love home shopping on QVC. I believe her QVC privileges were revoked by my father, but I don’t want to start a family feud so I’ll stop right there.
Let’s just say she liked it. A lot.
That year was the last time everyone in the family could get together. Next Saturday we’re doing it again. Hold on, Nana, we’re coming!
Perhaps I’ll get an updated photo to show just how much more good-looking this old gal – and I mean that in the most loving way – gets with age.
Alone in the aisle,
knowing she had enough money…
but what was the fun in that?
Standing up straight,
sliding it up her sleeve,
slipping out the exit
to join her giggling girlfriends.
Trifextra: Week Nineteen Complete the following story in 33 words:
‘It wasn’t the first time.’
I’ve been writing for the Trifecta Writing Challenge for a couple of months now. It gives a prompt for you to write about, one on Monday and one on Friday. It’s mostly your take on a word using the definition that they give you. Surprisingly, to me at least, is that there are never two stories that are the same. I always thought I couldn’t write anything that hadn’t already been written before. Even when I’m doing these silly post about my kids or a TV show, anyone could write about it and come up with about the same story, is what I guess I think. Now I’m not so sure. So that’s kind of cool.
Then I have the struggle, as every blogger does, how much is too much? I write to get things out of my head, but in the process am I violating someone else’s privacy? I started writing the challenges like they were all fiction, but most had a lot of reality thrown in. As long as it’s a “story” I can get it all out. This week’s prompt hit me hard. I cried when I wrote it. I’m crying as I write this. I think right now I’m at a turning point. I like the writing challenges. I like using some life experiences. I like exorcising some demons. I just don’t want to offend anyone tangled up in “my” story. There it is. My self-created dilemma.
Anyone have any helpful wisdom to share?