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Aeroplane Blues

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“Mommy!!!”
Bobby wasn’t happy. Little Sally pretended nothing was wrong.
Maybe it will go away, maybe Mother won’t hear him, maybe Mother won’t care.
“What is it, Bobby. Let me wipe those tears away, little man.”
Guess she heard.
Little Sally headed around the side of the tool shed.
“Sally!!! Come back here right now young lady.”
I’m in trouble.
“Bobby said you took his new toy, where is it?”
“Gramma gave it to me for my birthday.”
“It flew into the swimming pool.”
“Oh for God’s sake, Sally, it’s paper. How did it get there?”
“Sally flew it!”

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MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge #313

Photo by Francisco Echevarria on Pexels.com

Here’s the link to other stories on this prompt…

Continuity… 35 Words

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“Hey, what’s continuity mean?”
“I dunno, why?”
“Crossword clue, four letters.”
“You got any?”
“Yeah, starts with a eff.”
“Lemme see. Okay, forty-nine down’s below, so it ends with a doubleyou.”
“Flew?”
“Nah.”
“Screw it.”

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Want to take part in the WEEKEND WRITING PROMPT? Write a story or poem with just 35 words, no more no less, and send it to Sammi Cox.

Muddle… 16 Words

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Oh for God’s sake, Susan!!! That’s what I was going to do with the word ‘muddle’!

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What happens when one of your favorite writers steals your idea? Just post her story on your blog, that’s what! You can see ‘Muddled to Perfection’ and her other stories and poems here… The Abject Muse

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Want to take part in the WEEKEND WRITING PROMPT? Write a story or poem with just 16 words, no more no less, and send it to Sammi Cox.

Mother, what big eyes you have…

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“Eyes Without a Face” by Digital Collage Artist Robin Isely

Mother’s putting a pie into the oven. Little Sally enters…

“Mother, what big eyes you have.”

“I think it’s grandmother what big eyes you have, Sally.”

“I’m not red riding hood, silly. I mean you, you had big eyes.”

“What are you talking about? And don’t call me silly.”

Little Sally holds out a photograph. Mother stares at the photograph.

“Oh, Sally!”

“Mommy, why are you crying?”

“Where did you find this, Sally?”

“Sticking out of a poem book grandma has. What kinda picture is that?”

“It’s called a polaroid. First time I met your father, I’m looking at him.”

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Sunday Muse # 98

The Sunday Muse is weekly photo prompt site for writers, poets, and blogging enthusiasts. Our goal is to keep you inspired and keep you writing.

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I was reading Björn Rudberg’s blog and saw his story, Hardwood Floor, an excellent piece of science fiction. I had not seen The Sunday Muse prompts before and this photo mesmerized me, I had to write a story. Not sure what to do, is it right for Little Sally or maybe Ethel & Cheryl? I thought of Ethel buying a print of one of Margaret Keane’s children and Cheryl being a bitch about it, dismissed that, and from big eyes I had a story.  Let me know what you think if you have followed LS. Is there more than meets the eye in this story?

“Of Course Not, Silly”… Revisited

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This is the prompt for PhotoChallenge #305. When I saw it I was overcome with a great sadness and I knew I wanted to write a story. But, no story came to me. I tried, but it wasn’t right for Little Sally or Ethel & Cheryl who seem to have obsessed me lately. I was at a loss and then realized why… I had already written a mannequin story for Suzanne Purkis the editor of the Speakeasy at YeahWrite. It was for a writing contest, and I won that week. That story is one of my favorites, it’s on my past favorites page, I just couldn’t think. So rather than try to write a new mannequin story I’ll just tell you my old one…

 

Speakeasy#162  “OF COURSE NOT, SILLY!”

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“OF COURSE NOT, SILLY!”

“Until the day I die, I’ll never forget those glassy, unblinking eyes.” Her last words. She has been in a catatonic state since that day.

Elizabeth Grace had been a promising designer, and her sudden decline had been most disturbing to friends and colleagues.

After graduation, she had taken a position at Albrecht’s Department Store, as an assistant window dresser. She fared well under the tutelage of Miss Bethany, and advanced to first assistant in just months. Feathers had been ruffled.

It was just after Albrecht’s shipment of new mannequins arrived that it began. Elizabeth started talking to the old ones. People noticed. She had not done that before.

Hammered by younger hipper stores and internet shopping, Albrecht’s Department Store had been in decline for years, something had to be done. When Oswalt Albrecht III came on board, all department heads had been instructed to find new ways to bring in shoppers, or look elsewhere for employment. In Display, it was Elizabeth who suggested that changing to more stylish models would certainly bring in younger shoppers. “After all”, she said “they have been here since my grandmother was a child. Besides, they’re falling apart. I had to use one of the men’s hands on a lady, to hold her purse.” Oswalt III thought that was a great idea and authorized a sizable expenditure. Miss Bethany was pleased she would keep her job, and put Elizabeth in charge of all floor displays.

Oswalt III loved the look of the new mannequins, with their sleek unstaring faces, but could not bear to part with the old ones. “Save the old ones. I feel I know each one personally, and could not bear to see them go.” Oswalt II had grown up with them too, but was more pragmatic, since storage space was limited. “Save two dummies and all the heads.” So, the display heads were lined up on top shelves around the workroom, and the two old mannequins set in a nostalgic display.  A different set of feathers had been ruffled.

Elizabeth took her new position seriously, and could be found working late most nights. Displays were constantly being changed and mannequins dressed and redressed. No one could remember when the voices had started, but sometimes it seemed a violent argument could be heard coming from the display office. When one peeked their head in the door, only Elizabeth would be found, deep in concentration at some task. Miss Bethany was thrilled that Elizabeth had taken charge, it had made her life so much easier. When the voices started, she became concerned. The girls had always named the dummies, and she could only imagine how many different names those old mannequins must have had over the years. Even old Oswalt had his favorites, and called some of them by name. But Elizabeth had taken the relationship to a new level. Miss Bethany knew she talked to them, and swore she had heard them being asked for their advice. But try as hard as she might, she could not catch her. When she asked point-blank, Elizabeth smiled and said “Of course not, Silly!” Miss Bethany had never been called silly, but was not going to press the point, since she had been given a raise and was smart enough to know how she got it.  She also was not going to criticize the condition of the work room, which had gotten seemingly messier.

Suzanne in Children’s was the first to notice. Little things at first. A sweater here or skirt there askew on a dummy. Made right, it would be back that way the next day, exactly the same way. Then the switching started. Suzanne asked Mr. Silverleaf, in Men’s, if he had noticed anything strange, he said “Well I wasn’t going to say anything, but if you have seen it too.” They went over to Teen’s and checked with Jessica. Jessica suggested they talk to security, as it had to be happening at night. Mr. Kumar was not aware of any strange goings on, but agreed to have the night guy keep an eye on the displays.

When the mannequins in the windows started losing their clothes the whole store was on alert.  And then, the positions of the dummies started changing.

It was Eric who found her. The workroom was in shambles with heads strewn everywhere, their eyes pried out. Elizabeth was in the center staring down, her body shaking, calling their names.

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The Challenge is by Editor Suzanne at Apoplectic Apostrophes: “This week’s sentence prompt, provided by last week’s winner, Bethany, must be used as the FIRST line in your piece.  Reference must also be made to the media prompt, a painting by Albrecht Dürer… Portrait of Oswalt Krel, who was a merchant for the Ravensburg House in Nuremberg from 1495 to 1503.”

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To read other stories on this week’s prompt, go to… THE SPEAKEASY

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Well, I am in shock…

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Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie ~ Photo Challenge #305

I hope you like my story as much as I do and I don’t get kicked out of the Menagerie for submitting an old story… Ted

 

 

Elysian… 56 Words

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“Can’t get this song out of my head today. It’s driving me crazy.”

“What song?”

“I’ll give you a hint. Let me take you down.”

“Uh, not getting it.”

“Nothing to get hung about?”

“Why don’t you sing the tune and not just say the lyrics?”

“Think, elysian.”

Why didn’t you just say that? Strawberry Fields!”

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Dog in the Daisies!!!

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“Hello, Ethel.”

“Cheryl, to what do I owe the honor?”

“Don’t be a smart ass, there’s a dog in my daisies, I’m not happy!”

“Sounds like it. What happened, why tell me?”

“It’s the dog you and Betty rescued from that shelter in Cicero. I still don’t know what the hell you two were doing in Cicero.”

“That was last summer. Betty heard there was a boxer, and we saw this little terrier that would be perfect to replace Marty’s Sweetie.”

“Well, I loved Sweetie, but this one’s in my garden and Marty’s not home. Get over here, Ethel!”

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Charlie Mills prompt caught my eye today!

February 6, 2020, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story to the theme “a dog in the daisies.” It can be any dog, real or imagined. Push into the setting and as always, go where the prompt leads!

Author’s note: The dog in the prompt photo looks like Betty’s dog Luna.

 

“Shut up!”

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“Shut up!”

Little Sally has stepped into it now. As those two words escaped her lips she froze. Afraid to look at Mother, she pretended to be busy fixing her doll’s hair, knowing full well the boom was coming. That’s what Grandma called it, ‘Lowering the Boom’. Little Sally didn’t know what the boom was, but it wasn’t good.  She had had quite a few time-outs after hearing that.

Mother said, “I think I will fix parsnips tonight.” Little Sally hated parsnips.

In a small voice she said, “I’m sorry Mother.”

Mother just looked at her. Worse than a spanking.

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Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie…  Sunday Writing Prompt: “Shut Up”

Fruit Stack

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“Sally! I’m going to paddle your bare bottom if you don’t play fair.”
Little Sally rolled her eyes, which put Mother into even more of a tizzy.
“Don’t you put on an air with me, Sally, give Bobby back that pear right now.”
Bobby and Little Sally had been playing Fruit Stack when Mother saw her sneak one of Bobby’s game pieces.
Little Sally muttered something under her breath like “Such a flair for the dramatic, don’t be so square.”
Bobby heard her and his eyes bugged out big time.
Mother heard her too. “Fruit Stack is over, young lady!!!”

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Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie ~ Saturday Mix – Rhyme Time

Here was the challenge posed by weejars

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I am not a poet  rhymer, but her words caught my attention, so I hope that Sarah does not mind if I used her words to write a story instead.

Barricade… 136 Words

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Ethel slips past the barricade, with Cheryl hot on her heels.

“Ethel! What the hell are you doing? We aren’t supposed to go in there.”

“Oh silly, you know I like to live dangerously.”

“I think I would say foolishly. And you don’t follow rules!”

Ethel, tired of discussing the matter takes off down the dark hall. “I want to see what they are doing.”

Cheryl catches up as Ethel is peeking around a corner into the lit exhibition hall. She peeks around too. People wearing white gloves are positioning artworks on the wall.

“That’s Andy Warhol. I didn’t know you were a big Warhol fan.”

“I’m not, Cheryl, but I’m a big Marilyn fan. You know that.”

“Oh yes, I remember your blonde phase.”

They didn’t hear the guard behind them.

“Look, there she is!”

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If you like Marilyn as much as Ethel and I and happen to be in Chicago, you can see ANDY WARHOL – FROM A TO B AND BACK AGAIN at The Art Institute right now. I wrote this with my friend Aggie Reilly in mind, who lives in Chicago and loves Marilyn too.

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Want to take part in the WEEKEND WRITING PROMPT? Write a story or poem with just 136 words, no more no less, and send it to Sammi Cox.

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