Category Archive:words

Stevie Nicks’ voice filled the car as I drove away. What was I thinking? There is no escaping getting older. I could trowel on the makeup and exercise away the pounds, but there was no way I could get back the lost years.

I drove on and wiped the tears as I sang along. There is little left here now. Now that you are gone and I am alone. I can’t even balance a checkbook. I was that subservient to you. What is there for me now?

Death is hard. Divorce is harder. 45 wasted years.

Time to grow up!
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Lance’s 100 WordSong challenge this week is Fleetwood Mac’s Landslide. I love Stevie Nicks’ voice and the way she sings this song. Note: the above is NOT autobiographical, just a reaction to the song. Thanks for reading.


Sunrises each morning
over Cook Inlet
Sun sinking behind Mt. Redoubt
Family gathered ‘round
Hubby’s soft snores
Grandchildren who love me
And the One who paid it all
These are my favorite things
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after a “racey” challenge at the beginning of the week, the Trifecta editors have asked for 33 words only on our favorite things. This? More my style – so much easier to write. And the picture? Taken by me overlooking “the Bluff” in downtown Kenai 10-3-12.

At the end of the day
Contrails crossing the velvet sky
I settle into my chair
And listen to your snores
You

At the end of the day
Sun sinking into Cook Inlet
I reach out to caress
Your hair your beard
Me

At the end of the day
Ocean waving goodnight
I trust myself to you
After all these years
Us

At the end of the day
We say goodnight
And bless each we leave
Behind to grow
Future

At the end of the day
What is left to say
We lived, we loved
We leave it all
Behind
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Velvet Verbosity challenges us with the Remains of the Day. Although my doctors told me today that I am “young” (as compared to the older folks in their waiting room) I am entering the last third of my life. And, so, my thoughts often turn inward and these words reflect that.
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Those naughty Trifecta editors challenged us to write a bit of erotica for a XXX challenge. I am placing my entry after the cut for those of my few readers who might be offended. If that is you . . . do not click More.
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The ants go marching two by two – hurrah, hurrah!

Over and over and over again, Gina sang tunelessly. Greg grabbed his head and moaned. Reaching out with his left hand, he touched her shoulder, stopping her forward progress.

“Gina, please stop. Daddy has a headache.”

He felt a flush of regret as Gina began to rock side to side.

“I’m sorry, sweetie. I know you like that song. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. Let’s go on home now.”

Gina shrugged and turned with Greg towards the crosswalk. At the corner she stopped and rocked again while they waited for traffic. Greg gasped as Gina broke away and darted through the traffic to the other side of the street.

“Gina, sweetie, what in the world? You scared, Daddy, kiddo. What . . .?”

She stood and rocked back and forth and began to hum another tune, “I love you truly . . .”

Greg looked down to see the tiles and what he’d forgotten was there; a message from Gina’s mom, his life partner. It was the last thing she had done before the accident, laying that tile with a lasting message for them: “Hi, I’m _________________ and I’m completely in love with you.”

He touched his daughter’s shoulder. Together they rocked and hummed, “I love you truly, truly, dear.”
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After a group participation challenge earlier in the week, the weekend Trifextra challenge was to write 33-333 words about these three photos:

photos are from the trifecta site.