Mary bowed her head. “Yes, Mother.â€
She arose and walked to the door.
Her penance was in the acceptance of her fate.
Mary would hang up her habit and leave the convent forever.
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Take two on the Trifextra challenge word: Mother. There may yet be a sentimental post. Cogitating.
You Mother (beep)er!
“Cut! Dude, you cannot say that!â€
Don’t tell me what I can say on my own mother (beep)ing show! It’s MY show!
Producer: “Howard, you’re fired. It’s my show now.”
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For this Mother’s Day weekend those motherly editors (lamenting added gray hairs caused by the trifectans) challenged us to write 32 words and adding MOTHER within for the requisite 33 words.
Now, I’m as sentimental as most Moms and truly expect my children (both mothers themselves) to call/text me, but my mind went totally into left field on this one. I may write sentimentally, too. We’ll see. 🙂
Happy Mother’s Day everyone.
Thriftless, shiftless, spitless Sam mutters as he ambles along.
I have no dollars, not a penny to call my own today. So I wander where e’er I will, seeking whate’er I may.
Toothless, hairless, grizzled old man. Suspenders falling down. Laughed at. Pointed at. Seldom asked what – who – might help.
Just call me Sam. Or Joe or Bill. Whoever reminds you of me.
Hungry? Why yes I am. A loaf of bread? I thank’ee kindly
I’ll be just on my way now. No need to fret. Thanks for the handout. Thanks for talking to me. May you be ever blest.
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She’s back! and as challenging as ever. This is for VV’s 100 Word challenge: Thriftless. Go and write your words.
I dabble at writing, but am no author. I have no byline, no book on a shelf. I worship at the throne of those who can and wonder, why not me? I read, forget, read again, and forget anew. I write of winsome things and heartfelt joys and pains; then wonder who reads, forgets, reads again, and forgets anew. I have words pounding in my skull that spill onto laptop, onto paper, into hearts. But still I know. I dabble only. I cannot write. I can only pour out my soul – for me. Where’s my pen? I must write.
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A reversal of the Trifextra Challenge. There are at least three lies there. And at least one truth. 99 words – because lies take so many more.
Ask no secrets and I’ll tell you no lie.
I was out with friends.
I always come home to you.
You’ll never know how much I love you.
It was only one time.
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33 Words for the Trifextra weekend challenge: 3 truths and 1 lie.
It was an agreement we made in the earliest days of our forever. We would never lie. We would be honest.