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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What do you see- 52 – 19 October’20: I would have it look no other way

Image credit; Pisauikan@ Pixabay

Every crease on my face has a story the furrows of an old lady that has worked since the age of 9

The wrinkles are that of a once youthful young woman that gave birth to 10 beautiful babies

Every line signifies wisdom, and perseverance through the storms of life. I am a wife, and mother first

The pucker around my lips reveal a smile, I am blessed with the gift of health. Wealth is not measured by the amount of money in your pockets. It is all about family

Every fold in my face is the memories I hold more precious than gold, priceless love

The layers around my eyes have seen joy, heartache, grief, and loss. The seams have held tears, but I try not to let anyone see. They don’t need to bare my years of crinkles, no one needs spy

Every wrinkle makes me the old woman I am today. I am better for every connecting line. For my life was created for them not me. Even the deep rooted crow’s feet are years of me taking the back seat

This is my face, and I would have it look no other way

Posted in SoCS Prompt

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Oct. 17/2020: i before e, expect after c!

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “a word you have to look up.” We all have words we can never spell.

I had the privilege to attend college in 2004 for the first time since High School, so some 20 years later. I was not brushed up, and stellar in many areas. Math was, and always will be my nemesis. We just don’t see eye to eye. I did however get placed in a an English 99 class, which I could have thought this is so beyond me. Come on I am better than basic grammar, but in all honesty I was not. I needed a lot of brushing up. I have a deep appreciation I placed in that class to begin my college education. It later led to English 101.

So now today I am to pick a word I usually have to look up to see if I have spelled it right. I am actually a pretty good speller. If I were to just to pick a word on the fly it probably is some of the i before e, except after c words. That being said often I will look to make sure I spell receipt right. That little saying is a great rule of thumb, and when spelling out these words I do find myself thinking it inside my head. Sometimes even speaking it out loud.

I am grateful for the little grammar sayings given to us to help us along with words that are often misspelled. That class helped me with the proper use of their, they’re, and there. As well you’re, and your. Another great one is to, too, and two. Simple maybe, but these are some of the most often misused words in any given grammar writing.

So I could have been all bent at the age of 40 to be placed in such a basic English class, like it was beneath me. Especially with years of writing under my belt. It really helped me though, and I think I benefited greatly from being in it.

Because you know a, e, i, o, u, and sometimes y. Just thought I would throw that one in. Now I will upload this post to make sure I have receipt of writing it. Ha, see I misspelled it right then. Had to say i, before e, except after c.