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
As a kid growing up, I remember selling Camp Fire Girl’s candy and selling just enough boxes to get my own portable radio. It was red and round in shape with stickers on it to make the dials look like eyes of a face. I was so proud of it and I thought it was the neatest thing. I ran across it when we cleaned out Dad’s house and hoped it still worked, but after putting in fresh batteries alas there was nothing but static. It almost hurt having to get rid of it. But through the years I have had many more radios. Went through the boom box phase in the 80’s. Had a Walkman radio. But now my portable radio stays plugged in most days and I use the CD player more than the radio. But it is sure nice to have it during storm season in the summer in case power goes out.
Now that the business at hand of writing about the prompt is out of the way, let me apologize for being pretty absent this week. I have been assisting a friend moving and the subsequent recovery days from the work of packing and hauling boxes. I think she is pretty much completely out of the apartment now. But she has a lot of sorting to do yet so she will need a little more assistance with putting stuff in or out of storage as she sorts through things. She consistently said she had too much stuff throughout the move and wants to down-size.
It will take me a few days to catch back up, and I probably won’t be leaving a lot of comments to try and get caught up faster. You all know I love your writing, or I would not be following you. So, I will keep plugging away at the posts in between pain pills and muscle relaxers. Enjoy what is left of the weekend! (((HUGS)))
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – portable