Posted in Writings from my heart

400 awesome followers, and I am more than grateful

I would maintain that thanks are the highest form of thought, and that gratitude is happiness doubled by wonder. ~G.K. Chesterton

With the utmost sincerity I thank all of my followers today. 400, and going. I have found a true form of self expression inside WP. I have much respect for so many of the people I follow, and their creative attributes either in writing or photography. I as well have gained some genuine friendships.

With all that said I am grateful I have a safe platform to be me. For this I say THANK YOU! God bless you all…

Sincerely, Lisa Marie Boyd ✌️☺️

Posted in Flash Fiction Prompt

Fandango’s Flash Fiction #93- My baby girl, my hell

Bitter cold, bitter life, fog filled skies, fog filled eyes

Rum, or Whiskey sounds nice, boy I sure am thirsty. My heart is as cold as the winters breeze I would kill not to feel. Cut me off at my knees, anyone take pity on me please

She was just a skirt yet she took my ego, and trampled all over it. Spat on me leaving me with the lent in my pockets. Barely enough bus fair. She don’t care

She don’t care as I stand here not able to feel my fingers in wait for another hour or more. Even the score. I just wish my heart would stop aching, and body shaking. Her words cut me like a knife, she ain’t nothing special what am I so worked up for

A gal like her is a dime, and dozen. She painted her face on, looked like a clown. Her hair thin, and ratty. Always pulled in a bun. She might as well have been a nun. Hell who am I kidding, she had me wrapped tight around her ring finger

She ain’t never given me anything I want. She was a nag, a holler. I might as well have worn a damn dog collar. Why am I so torn inside, I don’t get the confusion of my brain. Am I insane. Did I enjoy being her boy toy. All take no give

Kicking the snow with my head down I see the tread of a tire. I hear a skid-dish stop. “Hey you, good lookin’.” “Hop in baby, let’s get you back home where you belong.”

I look up from my shoes, in know of that voice. There she was my baby girl, her hair so neatly pulled back in her bun. Her rouge up her cheekbones in a nice set of stripes. My girl, she came for me. Her lipstick smudged with cigarette dangling. She was gangly, but she was mine

I eagerly jumped into the passengers seat, and gave her a big wet kiss on the cheek. She was everything I had ever wanted in a woman. She came back for me. She wants me, and I am sure I will be sleeping on the couch again. Haven’t felt her skin in years. Man I need a drink, a beer anything will do. I need my beer goggles, dammit I think I am insane. In play of her game

I don’t care it is better than anything I can find out there, and I am now out of the bitter cold. She is my skirt, and I know I ain’t get nothing from there. She don’t care, but she is my baby girl. I gotta take care of her. She needs me, and the money I work hard for provides for her wants. My life I am in the passenger seat once again, with her scratchy nicotine scathed voice waiting for her nag and holler

She turned up the music, and screeched her car tires. She didn’t say hi, she just started playing to the beat of the song on her steering wheel. She bobbed her head, and blew smoke my way with each verse. She was a curse, and I was under her spell. Her perfume a musky smell, now once again my hell

Oh well at least she was my hell, and nobody else’s. I sure hope she stops at the first convenience store, I really do need a drink. Ahhh this is the life, God she is a beauty, that rouge so perrrrtyyy

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Posted in SoCS Prompt

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “pro/con.” Talk about the pros and cons of anything. Enjoy!

I am a happy go lucky kind of gal that usually wears a smile on here face. This whole mask wearing takes away from people seeing the joy that lies behind my mask. Sometimes in a few pictures I will try, and make my eyes really big so they might show the light of my joyous spirit.

This is rare though, as I see my pictures. I don’t think anyone would be able to know what emotion lies under my mask. 😷 For this it makes me sad, as kindness goes a long ways. My speech is even muffled under the mask. Often times people saying they can’t hear me. So it what it is. I wear it for your protection, and mine. I do get the choice of colorful masks, I have seen some very fun masks out there. I have seen even seasonal ones, that crack me up. So what lies behind your mask?

This was written for Linda G Hill Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “pro/con.” Talk about the pros and cons of anything. Enjoy!

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