Category Archive:Velvet Verbosity

Bonnie patted her ruby lips with a tissue. It wouldn’t do to leave any stains behind. She tucked blonde curls behind her ears and set her hat at a jaunty angle. Her last act before walking out the door to meet her beaux was to tuck a derringer into her stockings.

He sat waiting, engine running. To watch her sway toward him was to kindle more than love. What they had together was blood lust pure and simple. Clyde jumped out of his seat, ground out his butt and swept open the door.

“Been waiting for you, doll.”

She winked.
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It’s been a few weeks since I’ve written for the 100 Word Challenge. This week VV has chosen the word KINDLE. A young couple I know recently posted a picture of them on fb. It reminded me of Bonnie and Clyde (whose picture is shown below), and apparently stuck in my mind.

The candidates approached the podiums as the audience settled into their seats. The applause died down.

The moderator spoke each name in turn and watched as each began to tremble.

8th grade class elections had never been more fun, she thought. It was her mission, as Social Studies teacher, to introduce the nuances of politics past and present to these students. It was her personal goal to see one go on from her class to bigger and better things. She dreamed of a future president looking into the camera and thanking HER for the push she gave him (or her).

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VV asked for Tremble to be the focus of the week. I don’t often write about politics here – because it does make people tremble. And it makes me tremble to push – to prod – to work at other people’s scabs. I don’t like my own scabs picked.

But the above piece was inspired by the presidential debate which I am watching as I type.

times two. It has been awhile since I’ve had a full day off (Sunday the 23rd, in fact). I work in an agency as . . . well, I wear several hats. Under one of those hats I get to go into the community to make appropriate presentations. Last Saturday I got to speak with a group of “roller girls” before their bout. Sunday I visited a church in the neighboring town to talk with some of their folks.

Monday began our weeklong workshop – you guessed it – I’m the facilitator and play a major part in it. Add to that we are starting a new reporting quarter, which means that I have quarterly and monthly reports to prepare for the previous quarter – preferably by today. heh

The boss will be gone most of the next two weeks which leaves me minimally in charge.

Sometimes I just take on too much. What to do with myself???? (especially since I preach good self-care to those who come to this workshop?)

Breathe in – breathe out – accept the loving prayers of friends – smile at the world – put one step in front of the other. . .

and leave early today . . . head to Homer . . . go on retreat until Sunday. What a blessing in timing that I will get to spend time with loved sisters in one of southcentral Alaska’s prettiest places. I am greatly looking forward to it.

There will be no posting for Trifecta, or 100 Words, or maybe even 100 Word Song. You will understand, I’m sure. This is just me – being open – sharing – and going.

See you soon.

Jimmy heard his mother singing as he walked up to her kitchen door: Beyond the sunset o glad reunion . . .

Mama? It’s Jimmy. I’m here to take you to the church. Are you ready? It’s going to be fine. Papa’s in a better place. He’s free of pain now.

I know, Jimmy. It’s okay. I’m okay. I’ll get my purse and gloves and we can go. Do you think this hat is okay? Dad loved purple on me. Reminded him of sunsets. Oh, I love that song. It was his favorite. They’ll sing it today, won’t they?

Yes, Mama. For Papa.
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Velvet’s 100 Word challenge was Beyond. These are my 100 – where are yours?

“Nothin sexier than mah man doin mah dishes,” Marnie whispered into Billie’s ear. She wound her arms around his waist from behind and curved into him.

Billie groaned with pleasure and turned to circle her into his sudsy arms. Marnie shrieked in mock dismay as the bubbles soaked into her maternity blouse.

“Commere, woman, you precious thang. I love you, you know? I love you and that baby settlin into your ribs. I’ll do dishes ever’ night if I can do ‘em for you.”

Marnie sighed in pleasure, standing on tiptoe to kiss his cheek. “I love you, too, Billie”

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VV’s weekly challenge is simply “Doing the Dishes.” The above are my 100 words – where are yours?