Category Archive:Velvet Verbosity

Johnni laughed. She was supposed to keep a diary of her sleep patterns for a week before they would do the sleep study.

She had been faithfully writing; the small journal the lab had given her was becoming dog eared and smudged. Sighing, she took up her pen:

DAY 3: Today is the third day since I started this journal. But it’s my 6th day without sleep. I can’t make the thoughts stop. What is wrong with me? I lie here night after night thinking TONIGHT is the night I will be able to sleep.

Question: is exhaustion my new normal?
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Written for two weekly prompts: Trifecta’s NORMAL and Velvet Verbosity’s EXHAUSTION.

Brother Michael’s black rosary beads slipped through his fingers; his breviary open to evening devotions. Yet Michael’s thoughts wandered.

This epicurean life at the monastery was what he’d wanted when he was younger. He thought God would bless his gift to Him, the things he had given up for Him.

But tonight his soul was in conflict. He had tossed and turned last night in his austere cell. Dreams grabbed at him and taunted him with their realness. He awoke tasting forbidden nectars.

Brother Francis promised fish again tonight. Michael felt he might sell his soul for a porterhouse steak.
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VV has challenged us again . . . this week her chosen word is EPICUREAN. Really? EPICUREAN??? Think minimalist. Think frugality. Think giving up the “precious.” Yeah, that is where my head went. And, then I got carnal. What would a man miss the most? Women? Maybe. Cigarettes? Perhaps. STEAK??? Oh, if he was a midwestern boy, why yes ma’am, he would miss that steak. Yum.

Her hands shook as she entered the office.

“If they come for me, will you post bail?” This, half in jest, to her boss.

“Why? What’d you do?”

“I broke through the lines down the street. Drove right between the pylons. I needed to get back to work and didn’t want to wait as they stopped EVERY car to see if they could charge them to park. I didn’t stop to be waved through. I just drove between the pylons and came on in. You’ll post bail, right?”

“You rebel! I’ve never known you to defy authority. Good for you!”

Why, yes. There ARE people up to their armpits in the water. I tell you, craziness. Click for larger view

The above happened just today. The craziness that is Personal Use Dip net Red Salmon fishery is in full swing. I work on a road that leads to the beach . . . there is a ton of traffic. And, the city wants its cut of the fund-age. They have set up a pylon system to lead vehicles into a parking area, stopping them to charge them. This backs up traffic extensively. I grew weary of waiting, knowing I was just going a short distance down the road – so I broke through and escaped by driving between two of the pylons.

Good thing I was in Hubby moose’s rig. Heh.

And, it fits in so well with VV’s weekly prompt – REBEL. Totally tossed out the other piece I was writing. May use it later.
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addendum – On Tuesdays and Thursdays I work a split shift, facilitating a class in the evenings. Tonight when I pulled into my parking spot I spotted this:
Click for larger view – love the synchronicity of it.
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The traffic never seemed so bad as now when Maggie was hurrying.

BEEP!

A glance into the mirror, then into the oncoming lane. She HAD to get to there before . . .

BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP! She slid safely back into her own lane as the SUV careened past her. “Why won’t the blasted cars get out of the way?”

She HAD to get there.

Not much farther.

FINALLY!

An arm reached in, switched the motor off. “Come, Maggie, let’s get you out of the car. They’re all waiting for you in there. You and the wee lassie who is struggling to arrive. Come now.”
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Velvet Verbosity’s 100 Word Challenge this week is using the word HURRYING in a piece. These are my words . . . where are yours?

btw, when you are visiting VV do check out her etsy shop and the sweet word-birds. I plan to get some if I can remember my etsy information.