Hey! I see you there
Hind leg hiked
I’m watching you
make your daily rounds
I have a message for you
from Fi-Fi Poodle
It’s here ‘neath this root
Sniff! Ahh, true love
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Trifecta’s editors asked for 33 word using personification. This tree is in my Sister-Friend’s yard in Anchorage. I’ve lost her, but not the memories.
Theirs was a rocky relationship from the get-go: met in Little Rock; drove through the Rockies; settled in Castle Rock, S.D.
Castle Rock – a blip on the map: God-forsaken, dusty and hot; a 3-way stop; nearest neighbor miles away. Lord only knew why Lew wanted to be here with the snakes – the two-legged ones and the creepy-crawlies. The two-legged snakes rode HOGs. Lew fell right in with that bunch and Sandi was given a choice: like it – or not.
She was ogled and pawed at – and she hated it. More than once Sandi begged to visit her Mama back in No. Carolina.
“Mama needs me and I need Mama.â€
He only laughed, grabbed at her, and looked around at the other bikers. “You’re MAH woman! You don’ need yo Mama, ya big baby. Now, go get me a beer and make it snappy.†He swatted her backside and waggled his eyebrows at his bros.
The biggest of the group growled, “You sure lettin’ the old lady smart mouth ya there. If it was my woman she’d be sportin’ a bloody lip ‘long about now.â€
The others laughed and punched each other’s shoulders.
Sandi brought his beer, but stepped a little too close and he caught her up. “C’mere baby, and give me a li’l. You know you want it. That’s why you’re with me. Stop yer snivelin’ and show these guys what I get ever’ night.â€
She trembled and tried to get away. “You’re hurtin’ me, Lew. Let me go. I want to go see my Mama.â€
“Really? Is that what you want? Well, baby. Life’s a bitch and then you die. Now, get outta my sight. I’ll deal with you when I’m done here.”
A rocky relationship – that’s what they had from the get-go. It ended later that night when Sandi laid the biggest rock she could find upside Lew’s skull. She flagged down a trucker headed the right way and went back home. To her Mama.
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Shhhhh – the editors at Trifecta used a bad word . . . and then challenged us to write 33-333 words using the same word in its third definition. The above is my take on it. Where’s yours?
Photo Credit: Bruno C. / Art Photos / CC BY
Her name was Patches
wild child and free
9 years old
Smarter than most
Knows when there’s
treats in your pocket
stops – begs
Smile, old man
She rides for you
share the love
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The weekend Trifextra Challenge is to choose one of three pictures, post it (with proper credits as provided), and write 33 words about it. I am completely taken with this little girl. When I was a teenager one of the popular songs of the day was Patches. Even though the song is about a boy, it is what came to mind as I wrote these words.
The weekend challenge is community-voted. I would encourage you all to go and read these many brilliant writers and pick your top three faves. The voting will open when the challenge ends and will last for 12 hours.
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Granny Adams picked her way carefully through the market stalls. Tuesdays were her days to buy apples. She loved Braeburns and the produce manager had promised today was the day.
Tsking and shaking her head, Granny made sighing noises as she picked over the apples. “Too big. Too small. Too soft. Brown spots. Bruised. Johnny, don’t you have some good apples hidden away for Granny?â€
Behind the fruit Johnny looked up and smiled at the old woman. “Granny, I got-ta just what-ta you need!†He pulled out a brown bag and carefully chose 5 beauties from behind the counter for the woman.
“Thank you, Johnny. These are perfect for my strudel. How’s Rosa today? Is she home with the children?â€
Tears formed in the corners of Johnny’s eyes and he dabbed at them with the corner of his green apron. “Oh, Miss Granny, I don’t know what-a to do. Our boy, Johnny Jr. is such a disappointment to his-a Mama. He sits around all day doing a-nothing but a-playing on his eye-phone. He is so lazy and it-a breaks Mama’s heart.â€
Granny looked up and patted Johnny’s broad shoulder. “I know, Johnny. My August was just such a boy. He was idle all through his early twenties. I told him he had to move on. He could not live with me and not help out like that. It broke my heart. He was such a good – little – boy.â€
“Si, si, Miss Granny. Junior is such a boy. What-a can we do? What-a can we do?â€
“I will pray, Johnny,†Granny told him. “I will pray your Rosa finds peace and that Junior finds his way.â€
“You’re a good woman, Miss Granny. Here, you take-a these apples and you have a good day. No charge-a for you. I will see you next week.â€
Granny Adams left carrying her apples and a new burden for her friend. “Kids these days,†she muttered. Their idle hands will be the death of us.â€
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The Trifecta challenge this week is to write 33-333 words using IDLE in its third definition. These are my 333.
The winners this week will be chosen by “community” vote. I encourage you to read all the entries and then vote for your top three faves. I will be doing the same thing.
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Trifecta’s Challenge for the weekend is 33 words on a new beginning. This is my take:
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Today was a new day. The sun shone warmer, brighter somehow.
He reached for her hand. She leaned into his arm. They walked from the building, smiling.
The doctors’s words rang . . .
Cancer free!
