Category Archive:words

Stop the clanging
My head is ringing
Make it stop
Now!
This had better be good
HELLO!
Kevin?
What tower?
Where?
When?
Turn on the TV, Mom
Oh no – this can’t be
9-11-01
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Trifextra Challenge – 33 words: The phone rang at 4am. It was actually closer to 5am Alaska time when we got this call. My son-in-law called us from work on the North Slope of Alaska. I still recall his voice telling us about the towers. Mostly, I recall the silence over Kenai afterwards as all flights were cancelled. Eerie.

Sarah sat sullenly in the front pew of First Church of the Holy Redeemer. Sweat beaded on the preacher’s forehead and he used a (pure) white handkerchief to mop it. Sarah cringed as drops flew out into the sanctuary. She would swear (if it were permissible) that she felt some of that sweat flinging itself onto her white shift.

She felt a jab in her ribs as her mother whispered loud enough to be heard over the preacher’s shouting. “Pay attention, Sarah!”

She tried to pay attention, but the message was the same week after week. She and the other young girls were paraded to the front pews in their white shifts as props for the fat old man screeching from the pulpit. He would wring his hands and fold his black book over on itself, mop his brow and point and bounce up onto the balls of his feet.

“You see these girls? They come here in their white shifts, and sit with their hands folded in their laps. You believe they are pure? You believe they behave in their hearts, in their minds?

“YOU ARE WRONG!”

Sarah jumped in her seat. Preacher was looking at her, calling her out by her name.

“Sarah! Proverbs says ‘A fool spurns a parent’s discipline.’ You are a FOOL young woman! You have chosen wicked ways. You will be shunned by this house for a period of one month. You will not speak to any of this house and they will not speak to you. In one month you may come and repent to come back into the fold. GO!”

Sarah walked out of the building as all faces turned away from her. Shunnings had become commonplace at First Church. She was but the latest. A house was set aside for the punishment, but Sarah continued past it and walked down the road.

“A fool I may be, but I am no longer your fool”, she shouted towards the sky. “I am finally free.”

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Trifecta’s challenge for week 15 was FOOL. My heart went immediately to scripture. Proverbs 15:5 says: A fool spurns a parent’s discipline, but whoever heeds correction shows prudence. I don’t believe in taking any scripture out of context as the above preacher is doing. I don’t believe in using it as a battering ram and a tool of punishment. Just wanted to get that out there. Sadly, there are some who do that and more. And, btw the church is also a “fig newton” of my imagination.

When I am old
I shall . . .
Wait, who are we kidding here?
I wear purple now and I am NOT old
Why are you laughing?
STOP IT!
Only my hairdresser knows for sure

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This second entry for Trifextra’s challenge is a take on When I am an Old Woman

Madame DeFarge
knit away
lives of all those slain

she smiled while knitting
that devious dame
with glee and little shame

a nefarious time
1775
Today much the same

Who’s knitting our lives?

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Oh, those Trifextra Trixters . . . the challenge? Re-write a famous story in our own words – in exactly 33 of those words. Oh, my!

You may ask – why Tale of Two Cities – a young friend of mine is reading it with her sophomore class at Kenai Central HS. She is having a tough time of it, as are her friends. My encouragment to continue reading, to read it aloud, to compare the times, seems to be falling on deaf (aka teenaged) ears.

I need to re-read it. It’s been well over 40 years . . . but I remember Madame DeFarge and her knitting . . . and I compare her devilish glee with today’s politicos. Someone knitting away while we languish/die? Yeah, maybe.

And – it took over 100 words to explain my 33 word piece. Yeesh!