Echoes

Trifecta: Week Forty  DINOSAUR    3: one that is impractically large, out-of-date, or obsolete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.

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Fine Things

Lonely bachelor,

the beach,

a woman and child,

whirlwind romance.

dreams coming true…

Blindsided by illness

tearful goodbyes,

…the end.

Missing her desperately

scrambling

new job, new home

unexpected second chance

at love.

Trifextra: Week Twenty-Two :This time, we’re asking you to retell your favorite book. In 33 words.

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A drawback to Facebook

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.

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1987

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

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Happy Birthday, Nana

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.

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It wasn’t the first time

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.’

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How much is too much?

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?

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