Harold mentally patted himself on the back. Leaving the relationship had long been on his mind, but the means of making a clean getaway had been eluding him nearly as long. Shellie had been the perfect roommate. That’s the way it had started; roommates sharing rent, utilities, and the grocery bill.

It turned sour really quickly.

One minute they were roommates and the next they were lovers. Shortly after that they were quarrelers and nobody wanted to be the bad guy by calling it quits first.

The day Shellie came home to tell him she was being transferred to an office upstate was the day he knew he was in the clear. He could pack his things and be gone and on his own once again.

Harold twirled his imaginary pistol and pantomimed replacing it in his equally imaginary holster. “Ride that hoss, pahdnah! The Sheriff can’t catch us now.”

Famous last words and all that . . . there came a knock on the door.

Damn! It was Shellie.

“Harold! I can’t leave you,” she cried. “I want to make it work and I can’t do that from upstate. You love me, I know you do.”

The gunslinger pulled himself up and puffed out his chest. “Well, little lady . . .”

Inside Harold seethed. “Shit! I almost made it.”
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Trifecta’s Editors have again thrown down the challenge gauntlet. This time – the word is CLEAN – to be used in its third definition.

clean (adjective)

1: free from dirt or pollution
2: unadulterated, pure
3 a : free from moral corruption or sinister connections of any kind [a candidate with a clean record]
b : free from offensive treatment of sexual subjects and from the use of obscenity [a clean joke]
c : observing the rules : fair [a clean fight]
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That’s my entry above . . . now it’s your chance to make your literary splash. Come clean with us, and share your 33-333 words.

She sat in the corner, sucking her thumb, and fingering a soft blanket. The Aid workers, there to help, found her vacant stare more than even the most hardened could handle.

“Why, daddy?”
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Written for Trifextra Week 8. 33 words on LOST without using the word.

Gramma, Gramma, come see. Come play with us.

Lilith closed her book, and then laid it onto the picnic table. Having her grandchildren over for an afternoon was always a treat. Susie and Andrew had been playing in the kiddie pool while she read.

Now they were playing with bubbles, laughing at the rainbow hued orbs they were leaving in the grass.

Lilith called them to her. Ready for lunch, kiddos? Come on in the house, but mind you don’t trail the bubbles onto the carpet. Who wants ‘skettios’?

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So, those witty Trifecta editors came up with a challenging prompt this week: TRAIL using the third definition: to move, flow, or extend slowly in thin streams [smoke trailing from chimneys].

Okay – that is HARD to do – without adding ‘ing’ to the word, or making it a noun instead of a verb. I wrote a poem – changed it so much it wasn’t what I envisioned – then came up with the above. Yeah, I’m not sure it meets the challenge. Off to read what YOU wrote.

For the first time ever the agency for which I work was able to host a retreat for the staff. Because of the nature of our agency we could only go half at a time. My group went last W-F. The second group goes up this coming Wednesday. It was a lovely trip – the training was good – I am refreshed and ready to go back to work tomorrow.

In the meantime, here are some pics I can share with you – from the trip up and back and some from while we were in Anchorage. Yes, we only went to Anchortown – we were hoping for Hawaii, but the money wasn’t there. lol





He was all
blond hair
blue eyes
chubby cheeks
(fore and aft)
first born
first loved
grandson extraordinaire
20 inches of joy
20 years ago
what?!
I have a grandson
20 years old!

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I suggested daughter write something about being the mother of a 20 year old, then realized, OMG! Effective 3-10-12 I have a 20 year old grandson! Definitely (in my mind) exclamation point worthy for this week’s Trifextra challenge.


(yes, that gentle giant hulk towering over me is my first-born grandson)

🙂