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OLWG# 178- A Formal Affair

Written for OLWG#178

Michelle wore a 4-button black barathea wool tailcoat with satin-faced peak lapels. The tails hung to the back of her knee and the sleeves were short enough to show some cuff. Her wool trousers were cut high to accommodate the waistcoat. They had double satin braiding on the outseams and plain bottoms, no cuffs. Her waistcoat was rounded bottom; made of white cotton with a piqué weave. It was fastened with three buttons.

She wore a white cotton, single cuff, wing collar shirt with a piqué bib (to hold the starch) and a tab that fastened to her trousers. On her feet she wore cap toed calfskin shoes with a high shine. Her accessories were a top hat, mother of pearl studs and cuff-links, but she forwent the white scarf due to the time of year. Of course a white bow tie and a white pocket square completed her outfit.

She and Daniel were dressed identically, but somehow Michelle pulled it off better.

Daniel asked if, during the course of the evening, she would humour him and pull a rabbit out of her hat.

She replied with her crooked grin and a quick peck on his cheek.

This week’s prompts were:

  1. call him out
  2. a matter of magic
  3. the carousel only makes you dizzy
OLWG · writing

OLWG# 178- Maybe Not Such a Good Idea

This week’s prompts are at the bottom. The words below were written for practice.
Practice makes perfect.

I met and fell in love with Esme twenty-three years ago. Of course, I never told my wife about her. On her part, Esme never told her husband, Angel, about me either. Our lives were both busy, but somehow we always managed to sneak in a few days together three or four times a year.

I loved Esme in all the same ways that I loved Becky. I loved both of them emotionally, physically, and intellectually. From my perspective life and the universe were perfect; the stars aligned.

And then the pandemic.

First Esme was taken. Less than a month later, I lost Becky.

I met Angel at Esme’s service. He seems like a great guy.


When Esme and Ted met and fell in love, they carried on in a wild affair for years. They met a few times a year to spend three or four days together. She knew Ted was married to Rebecca, but that never mattered. She had been married to Angel since she was eighteen. She loved them both equally.

When Angel was taken early in the pandemic Esme was shattered. She tried to call Ted. Becca answered his phone.

“Oh, hello,” Esme introduced herself, “I work out of the Roswell office with Ted.  I’m trying to get in touch about the ‘Two Rivers Dam Project’ we’ve been collaborating on.”

“I’m sorry, Ted’s not available now. He’s been admitted to hospital. The kids and I are in lock-down. He’s not expected to survive the virus and I’m not even allowed to go visit him there.”

Esme’s breath caught as she re-cradled the phone.

I may have messed up on my numbering. I have called this #178 as I believe that there were two with #176. Sorry ’bout that. This week’s prompts:

  1. the observable universe
  2. good ideas will survive
  3. love during the pandemic