Friday, June 22, 2012

69. Goldilocks: The Real Story

Always sexy, appealing
She waited until his wife and son left  
Before coming over
To visit

They made up elaborate lies

To appease suspicious spouses,    

Then rendezvoused again in the woods later.  

trifecta writing challenge:  retell a story in 33 words

Wednesday, June 20, 2012

68. Blue

I come here when I’m depressed.  The clouds dip down, caressing the sea.  I linger, soothed by the architecture of God.  When I finally leave, I’m lighter—not rosy, but no longer blue. 


trifecta writing challenge:  the word is "blue," the story is 33 words. 

Friday, June 15, 2012

67. Smarter Than I Look

When my mommy thought I was napping, I took that calf to the side of the road and left it there.  I had wanted a kitten for a pet, and she knew it. 

trifecta writing challenge:  photo prompt in 33 words

Saturday, June 9, 2012

66. House Story

We have owned three houses. 

The first was the house of high expectations and a low budget.  The bathroom mocked us with its 1970’s tile and fixtures.  The front door was so close to the street that random strangers routinely knocked asking for directions to the halfway house.  Oh, did we not mention the house was a block away from the local drug rehab center? 
But the stove!  The stove sang to us, the stove made up ballads about mushroom stuffed chicken and baked brie and macadamia nut cookies.  The vintage O’Keefe & Merritt stove promised us we’d morph into Martha Stewart clones immediately if not sooner.    

photo by MOV

Then Tim accepted a cross-country job transfer. 

The second house was tall and imposing, like my father-in-law who now lived a mere 30 minutes away.  The house was a regal and stately brick Colonial that practically demanded we salute upon exiting the car. 
photo by MOV

The outdated kitchen laughed at our feeble attempts to replicate the culinary masterpieces of the previous house.  “Who are you kidding?” asked House.  “You have a baby now and another on the way.  Buy some more Cheerios and call it a day.” 

We moved to the last house when the boys neared elementary age.  We had heard of one particular school district with stellar reviews, and that is where we wanted our precious sons to go.  The new area of town required money, however, and lots of it. 

We moved into a tiny tear-down, a tear-down we could not afford to tear down.  The house hugged us and said, “Even though I have mold, bad plumbing, and no air conditioning, I know you will love me.”  Then this house raped our bank account. 

But this house gave us a yard, a yard with room for a garden, now overflowing with cucumbers, radishes, and watermelons.  Our sons run wild in the backyard, while we watch them from the window while washing dishes by hand.  We lack a dishwasher, but we have an extraordinary life. 

photo by MOV

Another trifecta writing challenge:  My story of 3 in 333 words (and 3 pictures!)

Wednesday, June 6, 2012

65. First Doctor's Visit

The pediatrician smiled.  “First baby, then?” 

“Yes,” replied Sarah, fumbling with her newborn’s pink pacifier.  “How can you tell?”    
The diaper was on backwards.  “You have the happy glow of a new mommy.”    
trifecta writing challenge:  use the word "new" (33 words)

Saturday, June 2, 2012

64. Danger

It wasn’t the first time he’d been followed because he was black and young. 

“Hello?  Excuse me?”  The police officer approached him.  “Son, this is a dangerous area.  Let me drive you home.” 
Now that was a first.

trifecta writing challenge, finish the story in 33 words ("It wasn't the first time")