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Francis Daisy

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My First Valentine

Weekly Contest #133

You know when you can no longer fit your clothes - as opposed to when your clothes no longer fit you, but that is a different story for a different day - but when your clothes no longer fit into your bottom left hand dresser drawer, you know that there is a problem. What in the devil is in that drawer anyway? It’s your dresser. You’ve owned this dresser for the last, do we want to think about age here? Okay, upper level math skills being tasked here - years married, plus the apartment, minus the year in storage during the teeny tiny apartmen...

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Just Married

“You have got to be kidding me. You don’t even like her. You complain about her all the time. You tell me she doesn’t listen to you. Just the other day you said, what is that you said? You were mid-sentence when she got up and walked out of the room?” “I know, I know,” he sighed. He truly hated her. It seemed what was once his favorite spot on the sofa, the one closest to the end table so he could set his beer on it, was now her favorite spot on the sofa. It was probably so she could reach the remote more easily. He tried moving the r...

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Head Swirls and Twists of Fate

He stared at the swirls in the white sand painted ceiling. It felt like just yesterday that he and his wife were choosing Bryce Canyon Red walls reminiscent of their most recent hiking trip. It was hard to believe that more than fifteen years had passed since that trip and almost as many since they had repainted the den. He smiled to think about the rocks resting on the mantle. They had taken so many trips, adventures, and road trips. They liked to tackle home renovation projects together too.  Tearing out the kitchen, oh that was a s...

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Show Time

Weekly Contest #127

“C’mon! Let’s get this show on the road, Nat. The movie starts in ten,” Levi tapped his watch from where he stood near the door. Nat shook his head. “This isn’t another one of those animated ones is it?” He grabbed his coat off the back of the sofa and started to shrug his arms into the sleeves. The last action movie involved a stay white puff marshmallow hero who walked around with bacitracin healing powers or some such nonsense. “I don’t know how I let you talk me into movies. Why not just stay in? Order take out? Watch a hockey game ...

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Are there squirrels in my attic?

The tabby cat lays curled beside me in bed. She is giving herself her nightly bath when we both hear the rustling. It sounds like someone is moving boxes in the room next door. Or maybe a pile of fall leaves are being raked up. Either way, both of our heads swivel in unison to the right. We stare at the corner of my bedroom and listen intently. There is nothing there. Her green eyes look at me and she returns to licking her paws. I go back to reading my book. The blanket is warm and her purring is soft. Soon we are both asleep.Hours later, t...

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Lost but not forgotten, but in this case, Lost AND forgotten

It is said that desperate times call for desperate measures. If ever there was a desperate time, this was it. Thad thought back to what his grandmother used to tell him about that gold pendant she wore around her neck. What was it again? A hatchet? An axe? Something about a Saint and how he died and how he was desperate also. No, that wasn’t it. The dude wasn’t desperate. Everyone else was desperate. Or was Saint Jude telling them not to despair? His grandma always said without hope there is only despair. Or was that the saint talking again?...

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Just a Random Rant

Weekly Contest #123

Dear Surgeon General Admiral Murthy, Reflecting upon recent events I feel the need to react to an article that was posted this morning in the Los Angeles Times. Or is it Las Angeles? I can never remember. Whatever. That’s not the point. The point is WTF. When is enough enough. The surgeon general is now warning of an “emerging” mental health crisis in our youth? You are seriously, just today, warning that there is a crisis that may or may not be starting in our young children. Are you joking? Do you think you are calling attention to this ...

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96%

Weekly Contest #121

Driving down the highway, she passes an eighteen wheeler. It has a large yellow sign plastered to the back side: Come join our team! Customers report that they are 96% satisfied with us!“Did you just read that sign?” She asks her daughter. “They think 96% is something to brag about? They are OKAY with 96%? I don’t think I would want to work for a company where the customers aren’t 100% satisfied.”“Mom, you’re joking, right?” her daughter turns the radio back up to ear deafening, thus ending the conversation.“I’m not kidding, kiddo, what...

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You Must Be So Proud

“You must be so proud of your husband!” my father in law wrapped me into a warm embrace. We were standing on the driveway in front of our house. The shade from the tall oak tree covering the hot summer sun, but I could still feel the heat coming from the black tar driveway. The in-laws were in town for a quick overnight visit. My father in law was referring to the fact that my husband was so active in his professional life and in the National Guard. He himself was a retired military man and was a true patriot. He felt everyone should serve t...

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Incredible

Her:What were they thinking when they said they would host both families for Thanksgiving? Whose idea was this anyway? Didn't she say that both sets of parents could come? That was it, she is sure she said this one night over a glass of Chardonnay, or two, that wouldn't it be lovely if their moms and dads could come and spend the holiday at their house for a change. This way they wouldn't have to travel the four hours east or west to either one of their parents' homes. This way they wouldn't be forced to choose one parent over the other. Thi...

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Hawaii and Rolling Stones

“Excuse me, dear. I didn’t mean to be eavesdropping,” the grey haired lady interrupted.The diner was more crowded than usual this Saturday morning. Every booth and table was filled with families with young children or groups of teenagers or old senior citizen couples. Breanna and Alivia had been forced to sit at the counter. The two friends had been meeting for breakfast once a week since junior high school. College and work sometimes made the meals short and sweet, but they made time for one another.Maple syrup, french toast, pancakes,...

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Sevens

I once read that a body goes through a major transformation every seven years. If you think about it, it's kind of true. At seven, we are wrapped up in dreams of birthday parties, Santa, sleepovers, lollipops, bike rides, candy bars, and mom can fix everything with a kiss and a hug. At fourteen, our worlds revolve around friends and weekend plans. We need our parents for rides to our next social event: school dances or school sporting events or school. Our lives are ruled by school and our school friendships and school drama. Mom cannot...

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Give me liberty!

My right hand raised in a tight fist, I shouted, “Give me liberty or give me death!”The sun was still shining. The sky was still blue. The birds were still singing their sweet songs. My dad’s lip quivered as he tried not to smile. But my mom’s hands were on her hips. “Young lady, you get inside and sweep! Right now!”“...unless…” my dad started, “You can tell us who originally said that quote.”I knew this. My fourth grade teacher had just explained Patrick Henry in school. He said it in 1775, just before 1776 when our Constitution was si...

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Disjointed

The room smelled like moth balls and lavender and it was not a good combination. Maria thought she might use the tiny waste basket in the corner as a puke bucket if the bull shit got much deeper. The room, if you could call the closet sized space one, felt claustrophobic with dark tapestries draped on the walls. Behind the woman speaking was a kaleidoscope of purples, blues, indigoes, and reds. The candle in the center of the table flickered even though there was no breeze in the stuffy space.  “You seek information.”  No kiddi...

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Rainy days and Mondays

Weekly Contest #112

He was a small tight ball of flesh in the foyer. About the size of one of those beach balls that are tossed around concerts or sporting events. He wrapped his arms around his legs and tucked his head in between his knees and made himself as tiny and as invisible as he could. He tried to just disappear. When Mrs. Marva walked into the office the tension was high. “We have to get him on the bus,” from the secretary.“I don’t know how we’re going to get him on that bus,” said the aide.“The buses are leaving and so are we,” from another aide...

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