I missed doing this on Friday by about an hour… not too bad for me. I am finally close to being caught up again so I figured I could drop in for the FFF. This is from three years ago and was originally posted here.
The couple were walking with a small group as part of a tour. It was hot this day and everyone was moving slow. The tour guide was babbling something about flying buttresses, but Deanne had heard enough. She leaned over and whispered to Glen, “I am so done with this tour. The guide is boring, and I would love to have time to actually look at something before we move on.”
Glen knew how Deanne dealt with patience; poorly. “Mr. Burroughs is trying love; they turn us loose in a half an hour if you can just…”
“Come along Mr. and Mrs. Evans.” Mr. Burroughs had noticed the couple a few feet away from the group. “We don’t have time to waste. Please stay with the group.”
Deanne rolled her eyes at her husband, then turned towards the group and forcing a smile said, “Coming Mr. Burroughs.”
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – buttress
Alert the media, mark this on the calendar… I have kept a plant alive in my sole care for about 10 months now. That is a new record for me. I have had so many plants over the years that last maybe a month or two before they die. My mom could grow anything and make it flourish. Bless her heart she tried several times with a, “Try this plant, it is easy to grow.” I would take it home and water it and give it a little sun and it repaid me with dried up wilted leaves eventually to die.
When my ex-husband passed away, I took a plant home and it ended up at my Dad’s for a few years, one of his care givers would water it weekly so it thrived. After Dad died and I moved into the house the plant was my responsibility. It is still alive! I even noticed a new leaf coming in the other day. It has bloomed a couple of times. I might have gotten a little of that green thumb from my Mom afterall. Do you have a green thumb?
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – plant
The players switched field positions after three outs. The announcer came on the loud-speaker and began to sing Take Me Out to The Ballgame. Joanne looked at her boyfriend and began to sing along, “Well it’s root, root, root for the home team…” Mark looked completely embarrassed until she stopped with the last note.
“Why do you insist on singing along? It is so embarrassing,” Mark said with a blushed face.
“Look around you. You will not likely see these people again and besides; I am not the only one singing,” Joanne said.
“Fine, I am just antsy I guess. What if they catch me playing hooky from school to come to the game? I don’t want to screw up my scholarship chances with a bad mark on my record.”
“Relax Mark, you have the luck of Ferris Bueller, and if you recall he never got caught.”
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – root