Posted in Flashback And Memoir

Past, Present and Future In A Blink

 

Do I remember good times, you bet. A new grandson’s on the way and the First I’ve witnessed becoming a miniature person. It’s not over yet and always a wonder to me, like watching a flower in slow motion, to see.

Sorry there aren’t other events. Having been ‘cloistered’ granny-nanny until recently I hadn’t gotten to traveling anywhere noteworthy, but I’ve seen some good movies, went Christmas shopping online, bought a bottle of Prosecco to toast the new year after I tuck my grandson in and utilize what remains in a mimosa, straight juice for him, for January 1st’s brunch.

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http://jfb57.wordpress.com/2014/12/29/100-word-challenge-for-grown-ups-week161/

The Prompt: “…think about your past year… Remember a good time, experience, meeting or event and share it in 100 words.”

Posted in Books & Stories

MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!

Lynette Noni

IT’S CHRISTMAS!!! IT’S CHRISTMAS!!! IT’S CHRISTMAS!!!

I just wanted to write a quick note to say MERRY CHRISTMAS everyone!!! I hope you all have a safe and amazing day filled with fun, food and laughter! (And plenty of good reading material to help get you through the inevitable food-coma!).

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Posted in Flashes, Writing Challenges

Let It Snow

 

She’d just stepped out of the shower. How Janine hated this rainy weather wreaking havoc with her sinuses causing her head to be clogged most of the time and making voices sound like they were in a tunnel. She grabbed a plush towel twisting its corner as tight as she could, cramming it into one ear then the other to dry them. She hoped that’d do the trick.

“Well, they’re dry but this is new; what is that ringing in my ears? Nothing like Santa’s bells.” She was reminded of a child receiving a Christmas bell so he’d always believe.

“Nope. This isn’t it. Terrific.”

 

 

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The prompt for this week is:

“…but what is that ringing in my ears?…”

 

http://jfb57.wordpress.com/2014/12/22/100-word-challenge-for-grown-ups-week160/

 

 

Posted in Flashes, Writing Challenges

They’d Just Met

 

 

“It’s like being in a daze”, Naomi was saying. “You finally get the one thing you like to do and there’s a breeze – you feel alive. It’s surprising how seldom I come across what I’m certified for. Here you’re dealing with the UN. Cooperation maybe. There it’s one culture so for the most part there shouldn’t be serious opposition except people have their opinions, each the right ones, or historic issues that they consider one another an abomination.”

 

She sighed at the array of copies for class that covered her desk.

 

“What was it I need to remember about this next group?”

 

Grace shook her head.

 

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http://jfb57.wordpress.com/2014/12/15/100-word-challenge-for-grown-ups-week-159/

The prompt this week is:

…I need to remember…

 

 

Posted in Fiction & Poetry

Jumbled

 

I sat with my books

And came across a notation

About a pub I frequented a lot

 

Redundant, should change that

 

I’d get my pint and pizza

Sit and write

The game played on the big screen above

A lively-noisy place but for a waitress who assumed

Me an idiot for using a dictionary to communicate

 

No tip

 

A point not easy to get me to

I’m a New Yorker

Not tipping is sacrilege

I was living abroad you see

I sat closer to the bar where she’d be watched

The owner knew me at least

 

I was there enough but I’d said that

 

A victim of menopause throes

Thank goodness that’s done

No one knew

Wearing sandals in winter was a treat

Though menopause you can keep

Thinking that, what good does it do?

 

Not much

 

It’s late or it’s early

Where are you sleep

Wonder if I stopped, snuggled in

Closing my eyes

Would it work?

Guess I’ll give it a try

 

Damn, need another tissue

 

Posted in Fiction & Poetry, Writing Challenges

Bad Hair Day

 

No one’s beautiful wife rose early as she did

Silently crept disturbing no one’s sleep

Looked out the window giving a peek

To the parasitic tree

The mistletoe such significance

But she was no one’s beautiful wife

 

Standing over the stove creating

Silently she stirred as daylight rose

The curtains drawn back

Such a sight covering trunk and branch

Those special berries poisonous

We stand beneath and kiss

 

But she was no one’s beautiful wife

Silently she stood listening outside a door

Peaceful sleeping gentle breath

A good rest health restored

A sigh of relief no one heard

From no one’s beautiful wife

 

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http://jfb57.wordpress.com/2014/12/08/100-word-challenge-for-grown-ups-week158/

The prompt this week being: …those special berries…

Posted in Books & Stories, Fiction & Poetry

Grandma’d Always Said Never Skimp

 

Mattia was in the kitchen. I didn’t know her, not yet anyway but I would over time. Wasn’t worried. We’d met at the interview about the room and she was enthusiastic about me moving in. Took it as a good sign remembering what the agent’d said about good karma – she’d sensed good karma when she spoke to both of them about the rental. Her other flatmate was a sweetheart. Spoke lousy English but a sweetheart.

Anyway…

When I came in she’d just finished cooking for herself, had her plate and was about to go to the table in the other room as I’d begun unpacking my groceries. Guess curiosity got the better of her. I put dinner napkins I’d bought on the top of the fridge, noticing she paused, put her plate down, put her napkin away, reached up, grabbed the package, opened it and took a napkin. As far as I knew my mouth hadn’t dropped open as I watched. After putting the package back, she picked up plate and utensils and continued on not saying a word. I’ll have to admit I was surprised she didn’t ask but for the sake of diplomacy I didn’t say anything. It’s not uncommon for dry goods such as napkins, paper towels, dish detergent and toilet paper to be used and replaced by all who share the house or apartment. It wasn’t mentioned during our first meeting though so I later spoke to her offering money toward household goods. Oddly she was aloof as she brushed at the air with her hand. Huh? It was explained most everything they used came from their store. If I wanted to use something different I’d have to buy it on my own. Well yeah, that’s normal, most of us have our favorite products but the topic of sharing was glossed over and my offer flippantly dismissed. Flippantly, that was it. Didn’t make much sense. An alarm was stirring but I distracted myself thinking of the location, the boutique across the street, the subway stop on the corner, the massive El Corte Ingles two blocks away and that restaurant, oh, what was its name that served eggs benedict located right near the train station. Still I’d felt I hadn’t even been here for five minutes, something’s not right yet, but I’ll keep an eye on things, mine in particular.

At the same time I was annoyed with myself even thinking like that.

It’s true what ever I make I usually Italianize, but does that mean the incense burning in the living room with the stove fan turned on in the kitchen immediately after I cook imply they don’t like Italian, or I should say she doesn’t? I can’t say I’ve met many people in my lifetime who didn’t go for Italian food. Not impossible though.

 

Something’s brewing

The soup is stirred

Quiet observant

Say not a word

 

 

Honestly! I’m being absurd.

 

 

Posted in Flashes, Just Sayin'

Thank-You For Letting The Vampire In Before Dawn

It was supposed to be basketball according to the other coach. Normally I teach people to speak English but a job’s a job. Manned with whistle and timer I stood alongside the wall with the rotating team. Did they think I’d have no idea? I saw traveling and personal fouls thank goodness, but then wrestling, pile up for first down, sliding into home, other hydroplaning, general assault and tug-o-war.

Was this going to define my day?

And so it begins.

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http://jfb57.wordpress.com/2014/12/01/100-word-challenge-for-grown-ups-week157/

The prompt this week is: “…and so it begins…”