I was guided, this week, to another writing challenge. It piqued my interest. It is the Trifecta Writing Challenge and this week, participants are to write about “love gone wrong”. Some words are verboten. Only 33 allowed. I trust that I will be advised if I have broken any rules?!
All I know about when affairs go wrong
I learned from books,
Movies teach a lot but,
I worry about what we take away when we return to the sunlight.
Weekly Writing Challenge: My Funny Valentine?
A box of chocolates
A large bouquet
Do these things help convey the way I feel about you?
It’s true; they demonstrate that I am thinking of you
Enough to offer a token for your consideration
But after all these years I think I know
You would rather I do the dishes.
I should bring you flowers and chocolates every day
I should always do the dishes, the vacuuming, the laundry
I wish that I could make every day Valentine’s Day
Daily Prompt: Karma Chameleon
This just in: let’s pretend that science has proven that karma is a thing. Your words and actions will influence what happens to you in the future. How (if at all) will you change your ways?
There used to be a cafe on Laurel. Two doors down from what was the book store, when it was open. Damn, I miss bookstores. Don’t you?
Café Xeno. I think that’s what it was called. We used to hang out there when I was going to school. We’d study, work on our assignments, and shoot the shit. Miss Regina was the chief cook and bottle washer there – she did everything, she may have even owned the joint in those days, I’m not sure. She was probably 60 years old then and one of the hardest working people I have ever known.
We definitely took advantage of her hospitality. She charged a dime for a coffee. We’d take up her seats, and sit for hours drinking coffee and smoking cigarettes. She knew all our names, greeted us every day with a smile and never complained. I wish I could go back and do something nice for Miss Regina. She was sure nice to us.