Caffeine! That was the first to go. I miss coffee so much: dark, rich, Brazilian blend coffee; fragrant, Kona blends. I don’t miss heart palpitations and the sour stomach, but I miss the thought of it – the smell of it – the first cup of it each morning.

One last smoke, and then I’ll go in. They want me to quit this too, but, dagnabbit! It’s all I’ve got left.

Jim stubbed out the cigarette, adjusted his oxygen cannula, and entered the surgical wing of the hospital. Today the docs would take one more thing from him – his left lung.
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This week’s 100 Word prompt is Pleasure.

I told you, daughters and grandkiddos, that I know Mr. and Mrs. Santa!
– and check out the right-on hat lessa got me! Peeps at the restaurant were JEALOUS – I told them where they could look, and maybe get one, too. I love how my eyes are looking at Mrs. Santa and Betty’s eyes are looking at the jolly elf, himself.
🙂

And, it was a perfect day to run into them . . . lookit what it’s doing outside . . . .

First snow of the year – sticking snow, that is. Already hubbymoose has heard complaints from folks he works with (this is their first winter here) that it is not enough snow! LOL – just wait, is what he told them, just wait.

It’s another busy day for me – so y’all be careful out there – and I will, too.

“Listen – I only hit her because she pushed my buttons.”

Juror number six shifted in her seat. It had been a long day. The story had been repeated in gruesome detail several times over. The defendant insisting everyone know it wasn’t his fault. The defense attorney was objecting to questions being asked by the prosecutor.

Harsh lighting reflected off the pictures of the victim – her blackened eyes stared out, bruises glared.

Juror six looked down in surprise at the notes she had been taking – her neat, tiny scrawl repeating long ago memories: “Why daddy? Why did you hurt mommy?”
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This is my entry for the 100 Word challenge – Harsh
October was Domestic Violence Awareness Month. If you or someone you know is being abused, help them get help. NOBODY deserves to be abused – let alone by the person who has vowed to honor, love and cherish that person.

Tis the season . . for spooks and goblins . . . and all that stuff.
🙂
And . . . the Circleville (Ohio) Pumpkin Show. My mom used to take me and my sister to this every fall. I miss the sights and sounds and smells of Ohio fall weather. This is how I remember it.
Circleville Pumpkin Show

and, just for fun – I’ll dust off my spooky poem – appropriately read out loud with your best spooky witch-like voice:
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Ghosties and Goblins swarm to my door
Quoth the Gramma – just ask for more

candy and sweets are yours tonight
come closer, dearies I will not bite

your fingers or even your tiny nose
as you come to my house – what? no ribbons or bows?

you’re made up as clowns and telly-tubbies too
come closer, dearies I’ve a message for you

that says to each who knocks on my door
thus says the Gramma Come on in for more

more candies and iced cakes and treats for you?
no, dearie, no – I’ve got much more in here for you

I’ll fatten you up until you are ready to burst
you’ll be like a pudding or maybe bratwurst

and then, my dearie you’ll look again at me
and no little old granny will you then see

when you’ve fattened and can no longer run
I’ll ROAST YOU AND TOAST YOU until you are done . . .

and then the toe-meat from your chubby little pins
will melt in my mouth as grease runs down my chin

No more will you wish for candies and cakes
When I’ve had my way with you for goodness’ sake.

What? Why do you run from me in such haste
I was only kidding – don’t even want a taste . . .

Ah well, looky here now what do I see?
More Ghosties and Goblins coming to visit with me.

(c) barbara waters
10-09-01

You

Come to me at eventide
When I’m ‘twixt sweet
Dreams and deep sleep

I relax into your
Presence and find rest
In your gentle caress

I reach to find your
Embrace – watch as you
Smile your crooked smile

You are familiar somehow
I feel a secret knowing
Of your being – of your self

I sigh because I know you
Not your name – but the
Innermost, secret YOU

When I awake you are still near
Your presence an unbidden
But always welcome joy

And then I wander quickly
Through my day so
I can come again to dream of

You
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This is my entry for this week’s Velvet Verbosity’s prompt “Unbidden”.I encourage you to check into the weekly prompts, dust off your pens or keyboards, and enter.