Slots of Fun

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“What are you betting Mable?”

“I always bet the maximum Ilene… the prizes are so much bigger then.”

“But the money disappears too fast for me then.”

The two women played on the slot machines for almost an hour when Ilene turned to Mable and said, “I just hit a big one!  I think it is time to cash out here and hit the buffet before the dinner crowd starts.”

Mable turned to see the payout on Ilene’s machine.  It was a nearly $2000 payout.  She looked at the top of the machine and said, “See now, if you had bet the maximum you’d have won a lot more.”

Ilene just smiled and said, “I am happy with what I won.  No need to be greedy.  Now let’s hit that buffet line.”


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – bet

Not Done Yet

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Gretchen pulled her gloves on and turned towards the door.  Her mom was in the other room and said, “Make sure you do the driveway too.”

It was her onus to keep the walks cleared of snow in the winter and she didn’t like it anymore.  When she was first old enough to help her Dad clear the walks, she thought it was fun.  But she only helped with small snow falls.  Today there was 6 inches of wet heavy snow and her Dad was at work.

She finished the last of the driveway and was putting the shovel away, when a city plow went by and pushed more snow into the bottom of the drive.  With a sigh she picked up the shovel again and headed back to the driveway.


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – onus

Aging Well

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I see you across the room

And it stops my heart

You’re just as handsome as ever

In fact that touch of grey

Adds to your allure

I feel a pull tugging me

Across the room to you

Butterflies in my stomach

And a voracious appetite for you

Leaves me weak in my knees

I take a deep breath

And recognize your cologne

I can’t stay where I am

I must touch you once more

Even if it is just a brief moment

This hunger must be quenched


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – voracious

See Me

I have a cluttered mind

Thoughts bouncing off the walls

Echoing in the darkness

It is like a song on repeat

It just keeps going and going

I wander through carefully

Like tiptoeing through a mine field

Afraid to wake your memory

But it is there

Staring at me

Demanding to be seen

Heard

Felt

Instead of fearing it

I take refuge in its warmth

There were good days

And there was love

That I will always treasure

Wrapping myself in these old feelings

Is like coming home after a trip

So glad to be in your own domain

Free to do as you want

I silently cry because you’re gone

And whisper to you

A happy birthday

To my one and only love


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – refuge

City Lights

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Camera in hand

She sees all the sights

Oohing and Ahhing

At all of the lights

Christmas in the city

A first for her to see

A holiday of magic

Of course for a fee

But she is willing to pay

For a chance to be happy

For life back at home

Had become, well crappy

So a tourist she’ll be

For this holiday season

And grab what she can

And this is the reason

He doesn’t love her

He at least doesn’t show it

And her freedom she feels

She is wanting to grow it

So Christmas in the city

Is what she has planned

and on her two feet

she will forever now stand


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – tourist

Christmas Music

“… Ohhho tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy…”  The Christmas music played on the radio as she wrapped her first couple of presents.  She wrapped and labeled as she went so, she would not forget any gifts.  She marked off the names from her list of who to buy for and looked at who was left.  It was a little over two weeks until Christmas and she didn’t want to be shopping at the last minute, not with the virus still rampant.

She silently wondered who was going to like their gift best.  Hoped everyone would be happy on that special day and then sighed.  This would mark the second holiday without her dad and the tenth without her mom.  She missed them both so much.  But they were still a part of her holiday.

For her Dad she would listen to a Big Bad Voodoo Daddy Christmas CD and her mom’s tribute would leave her with tears every time, from the Oak Ridge Boys first Christmas album it was the song of theirs that she loved the bast, “Thank God For Kids.”  Mom’s favorite member, William Lee, sang this one.  And as a special tribute had added a lyric to the end by thanking God for grandkids too.  She cried because she missed her mother so and she had a beautiful daughter that made her so proud every day.

She wiped the tears and turned off the stereo.  This ends another day of shopping and wrapping.  Now it was time to think about dinner.


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – comfort

One Potato, Two Potato

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“Steven, come do your chores and get this trash out of the kitchen.  Something in it has become putrid and I can’t stand it anymore.”  Molly was standing in the doorway of the kitchen talking to her son.

“Okay, Mom.  Give me a second to save my game.”  Steven saved his game and he stood up and went to the kitchen.  “Whoa!  You weren’t kidding when you said it was putrid.  What did you put in here?”

“I found a couple of bad potatoes in the bag I just bough Wednesday.  Rotten potatoes always smell really bad.”

“You aren’t kidding!”


(100 words)

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – putrid

Setting Records

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The numbers flash by

Record highs again

This is no heat wave

It is a wave of disease

And it is relentless

Too many have succumbed

To the corona virus

Someone should take charge

Show some leadership

And direct us to

A healthy place again

Where families can gather

Friends can meet

And strangers will

Still shake your hand

Bring back humanity

Before we die in solitude


I am so tired of this illness controlling our lives… but that is the bottom line it IS our very lives. I live in a hot spot… a title I never thought I would see in the state of Iowa. We have between 1000 to 3000 new cases every day. Deaths have been hitting record numbers lately. I think the highest was 70 in one day. There is a LOT of rural area in Iowa, it is a farming state. Why are the numbers so high? I don’t understand it. Of course if we had been giving a little assistance, a guiding light from a leader… instead we got insults to China and comparisons to the flu. I see a little light around the corner with the vaccines on the horizon. Please WEAR YOUR MASKS and be safe. Sadly it is not over yet. (Socially distanced) (((HUGS)))

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – succumb

Pretty Please

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She saw the star

Shoot across the sky

Closing her eyes

She made a wish

A wish of hope

That she would

Find him soon

The one true one

Who’d treat her right

The modicum of belief

She held for

Wishing on stars

Was all she had

to battle back

her overwhelming

Feelings of doubt

She had tried

Every superstition

Of luck she knew

She crossed her fingers

She rubbed a lucky penny

Found a four leaf clover

Wished on the first star

Nothing worked

She sighed and

Turned to go inside

Another day over

Another day alone


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – modicum

Hi-Fidelity

I am here to share a little of my past with you. When I was in high school the movie Fame came out and was followed by the TV series Fame. There was an album put out from that series that I practically played the groves out of the record. For a taste of the music here is the song Hi-Fidelity…

For Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – fidelity