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Juror 1: The pictures! Bloodied face. Blackened eyes. Broken fingers. This isn’t like CSI on TV. I think I’m going to be sick. Why didn’t she just leave the bastard? I hate this!

Magistrate: Another domestic violence case. Another broken victim. Another unrepentant perpetrator. The pictures! God! They tear me up. Juror 3 is nodding off – unbelievable! Wish I could do more. I hate this job!

Defense Attorney: Just doing my job – this guy’s a scum bag. I told him to clean up. Juror 5 looks sympathetic. God! Look at those pictures. Some days I really hate this job.
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The Trifextra challenge this weekend is to write a scene involving 3 people – 3 sections – 33 words each.

In my “real” life I oversee a domestic violence intervention program. Part of my job requires attending court sessions – after the fact – once I’ve had to non-comply a participant. In my mind I often write scripts – hopeful wording perhaps – for the people involved in the cases. My job is hard enough. I cannot imagine how hard it is for the people involved in such cases. I must say that the defense attorneys and I do not always see eye to eye. I’m hoping they really do have a conscience such as my pretend one above.

By the way, the comment from Juror 1 about why the victim didn’t just leave? We hear that a lot – that is putting the blame onto the VICTIM not on the perpetrator. There are LOTS of reasons she may not be able to leave. Learn more here: National Coalition Against Domestic Violence.

Thanks for reading.


this is a tree in Vesta’s yard. It says so much about her.
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I will observe your passing as you would have me do

I will . . .

look to the heavens

look to the sun

gaze on the moon and the stars on the clear black night

glory in the flight of the eagle, warring with the raven over a dripping salmon

pull my loved ones closer to me and hug them with all my might

shout your name to the winds from the bluff

whisper your name to my aching heart

I will miss you, my Sister-Friend
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Trifecta’s challenge this week is to use the word OBSERVE in its third definition:

to celebrate or solemnize (as a ceremony or festival) in a customary or accepted way

I received a call yesterday that a dear friend had passed away from a brain aneurysm. We lost her twin last November. Vesta was a mentor to me – a sister-friend to me. She loved me, admonished me, challenged me, LOVED me. I will miss her greatly.

I don’t know how to tell you. I loved him and that hurt you. He chose me and we love each other. We both love you. That hurts. I’m sorry for that pain.

Love, Trixi

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The Trifextra Week 12 challenge is to write a 33 word letter of apology. (salutations, closings, etc. not included in the word count)

In the nighttime part of my job the participants are asked to write a letter of responsibility – apologizing to their victim by taking responsibility for what they’ve done. It is hard for them. I think I understand a bit more now why that is so.

“Suzi, you spelled it wrong – again!”

“No, I didn’t. I know perfectly well how to spell, Mother. Your nuns have pounded it into me. 12 years of catholic school – and I survived!” Suzi muttered as she typed on her notepad. “Mothers can be so exasperating.”

“Seriously, Suzi. You have SCANDAL misspelled. You used a K again.”

“Mother, it means the same thing. I’m just trying to make my point with the name of my blog. If you don’t catch the eye, people won’t pay attention. Suzi’s SKANDAL grabs that attention.”

Suzi’s mom shook her head and sighed. “Well, I guess you have a point. I know I read your blog, and I tell other people about it, too. We all like to see who has the latest scandal in our little town. You find the best dirt.”

“Well, people just make it so easy, Mom. And, I haven’t been sued . . . yet. Like Argus Hamilton said, ‘If it’s not true, it’s libel.’ Politics are fair game. You remember what it was like when you ran for school board.”

“Yeah, I do. Lots of mudslinging for a job that only paid $200 a month. Glad I’m thick-skinned. Wish you’d been writing then. Might’ve saved me some heartbreak to have a counter-point or two.”

“I know, Mom. But you did great. You had a good showing. Maybe someday you can run again.”

“What?! And have my name show up in Suzi’s SKANDAL!? I don’t think so, my darling. I love you and all that, but I’d rather read about OTHER people’s scandals and not mine. Write on, Suzi, write on.”
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The Trifecta Weekly Challenge was to write between 33 and 333 words on SCANDAL. These are mine . . . where are yours?

It worked!

The trap set up in the kitchen had been the brain-child of Jason. He and Molly had strung metal utensils across the doorway between kitchen and dining room. Metal pots and pans were hanging from the ceiling at different intervals and at different heights.

There was no escaping the cacophony that now rang through the hallways of the mansion.

The game was afoot!

Molly smiled back at Jason and they ran with child-like glee back towards the Maid’s quarters. Cursing followed closely behind them as Berta hit the soap suds mid-stride.

“You little hellions! I will blister your backsides when I catch you.”

Giggles erupted from the 9 year old twins nearly giving away their hiding place.

“Shhhhhh” they whisper-shouted to each other. “Don’t let Nanny find us.”

Silently the two crept out of their hiding spot, catching the eye of Berta as they did so.

“Come back here! For this you will go to bed without supper. Your Papa will hear of this when he returns from his business trip.”

Meekly the children came forward, accepted swats on their backsides and climbed the steps to their room. Berta didn’t notice the twinkle in their eyes as they obeyed, but she did hear their chattering as they settled in for the night.

Wearily she climbed into bed, jumping out almost immediately.

“Insects!!! You hellions have put insects in my bed!” Berta shook and patted and danced about her room while Jason and Molly shrieked with laughter from their beds.

“Papa will be angry,” Molly said.

“I know,” replied Jason. “But didn’t we have fun?”

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Trifextra Week Eleven challenge: write between 33-333 words using (in order) the following three words: cacophany, soap, insects. I hope you enjoy Jason and Molly’s adventure.