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Who Shall I Kill Next?

 

 

Betty sipped her coffee hot

And watched the scene below

It was a busy market day

And the crowd was all aglow.

Children were laughing and running

Between the shopping stalls.

Mothers with prams were trying

To manoeuvre makeshift walls

Nearby long-suffering fathers

Were trying to look so cool.

Or at the very least

Not appear the fool.

Betty could see the thieves

Trying to work the crowd

They tried to be unnoticed

Their work was not allowed

Then the Ladies of the Night

Came looking for a score

It looked like easy pickings

As they peaked around a door

Now Betty had a code

That she followed to a T

She could not bring herself

To hurt a child you see

So she would stay away

From the mothers that were there

The fathers on the other hand

Who said life was fair

Though it might be easy.

But it really was a thought.

Men could be the target

She wondered if she ought

She was getting bored.

Somebody had to die.

Should they be deserving

or one who caught her eye

 

The sun was setting for the night

Soon the light would dim

Work was needed to be done

It’s not a silly whim

She heaved a sigh, and flexed her arms

And prepared to take a life.

Perhaps she’d use some poison

Or perhaps just with a knife . . .

. . . Chapter One . . .

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TELL ME A TALE IN 120 WORDS

I thought I would try TELL ME A TALE IN 120 WORDS.  Without the prompt, the story is 120 words.  Hey!  Me being pithy!  Go figure.  Check it out: https://rantingalong.wordpress.com

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…the dinosaur bending down to eat me, mouth open, hot saliva dripping on my bed, teeth the size of my head reaching toward me.

 

 

I tried to scream, fear had closed my throat. My mouth stretched in horror. I could feel it’s breath like a furnace licking at my eyes. I was caught. Something had gripped me tight. I couldn’t get free. Help me, please! I don’t want to die! I tried to force air into my starving lungs. It hurt so much. The tears sliding out of my eyes dried almost immediately. I couldn’t even cry. No. No! I would fight! I will not submit! I dragged hot air into my lungs and with a burst of adrenalin I lunged forward! Freedom! I wrestled that pillow and the fearsome blankets that had held prisoner, to their defeat. I was free. I would sleep.

It was a blast!

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As most of you know I participated in an art show and sale last weekend. It was held at a venue that is specifically designed for local artists to show their work. The building is a heritage home and it is lovely!

I was convinced by a dear friend that I should do this even though it absolutely terrified me. My friend is an incredible artist and I wasn’t sure I measured up. I was wrong. I paint differently then my friend and she did her best to convince me that my work was good. She was right.

Our show was on for three days: Saturday, Sunday and the following Wednesday. I was exhausted at the end of it but I had one hell of a good time! I don’t think we sat still for more than two or three minutes a day. My friends, her friends, fellow artists and even a few strangers popped in and even bought a few paintings. It was a blast!

Even the weather cooperated. The location is on Lake Ontario and the incredible breeze that wafted around the area made for some very pleasant days. Even Wednesday, which while the temperature was approaching 40°C (110°F) it didn’t actually feel that way. I was also able to display some of my Daily Quips. People seemed to enjoy them. I was able to reconnect with people I hadn’t seen in years. It was wonderful!

I must admit that it was pretty nice to see the faces on people who didn’t realize I actually painted. I even got a few commissions out of it! Who knew? It was fun! Would I do it again? Yes……. Maybe next year! I need a little time to recover. And to count my money!

Now of course this means two things: people like my work and I have bare patches on my wall that desperately need to be filled! My paint brushes will be coming out momentarily.

So I can now say without any arrogance or hubris: I am a painter, I am a writer. Bloody hell that felt good!

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Control Issues

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That was going to be my topic for discussion in this post. And then… nuthin’! You know what it’s like. You have this fabulous idea that’ll resonate with the masses and then you hit that proverbial writers wall. It stinks! And it makes me cranky! It’s never a good idea to make a redhead cranky. Especially if she’s a greying redhead!

Now you know we all like to be in control of our lives. We like to have a say in where we are going and what we’re going to do. But don’t you think that sometimes you would rather not be in control! I don’t consider myself a control freak. Most the time I’ll go with the flow. But every now and then… it’s my way or the highway!

I remember once going on a date with a very nice young man and while I liked him I didn’t have any strong opinions about him one way or the other. He picked me up outside my parents’ house to take me to dinner and a movie. When I got in the car he asked me what movie I wanted to see. Such a polite young man. I stated that I had no preferences that I’d like to see whatever he wanted to see. And that’s where things went to hell. He said no, no it was my choice. I thanked him and stated again that I had no preference, I didn’t even know what was playing so he should choose. Now a bright man would have realized I didn’t want control of the situation, I was quite happy for him take control. Instead he handed me a newspaper and said you choose. That was wrong on so many levels.

I don’t remember what we saw because it obviously didn’t matter to me. We went to dinner and he regaled me with stories about sports and trucks. Sports and trucks. Sports and trucks. Yep! That went well. He was a nice guy and we stayed friends but we never dated again.

Not everybody who likes to be in control has to be in control all the time. If I have an opinion I will tell you. Honestly, I will not be shy about it. I spent my childhood and most of my youth being afraid to voice my opinion. I was afraid it was going to be wrong or I would look stupid. Honey I look stupid, all the time doesn’t bother me anymore. Everybody has moments of looking and being stupid. Oh, forgive me I probably shouldn’t use the word stupid. Let me check my thesaurus. Foolish, unwise, imprudent, injudicious (cool word!). Nah, stupid is good. My English teachers are shaking in their boots at my corruption of the English language. But it is fun to mix and match! One thing about the word stupid I am very serious about. I would never call a child stupid nor would I ever use it maliciously. It is one of those words that can hang like an albatross around someone’s neck.

Word should be fun, informative, communicative. They should not be used to wound but they are and they do. And sometimes the damage that is done through words is so lasting that it is unconscionable.

I sat down today to write my post believing I had nothing to say. I guess my mind had other plans. I’m glad I went along for the ride.

Shades of Speech

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The shading of a phrase

Can change the spoken word

The colouring of the quality

Reflects the way it’s heard.

 

The truth is often coloured

By the painting of the tongue

The written word as well as thought

As suspect to be hung.

 

How will we ever know the word

When it’s right or wrong

When one can have a lie it’s said

For the telling of a song.

 

Our speech is such a little thing

As spoken high or base

The understanding is the thing

For the listening of our race.

Writer’s Block

 

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Words that will not come to me

My breath is short with fear

Is this perhaps denied to me

The words no longer here.

 

Why I wonder is it so

I have so much to say

The paper just stares back at me

To words I cannot stray.

 

Closed is my mind to hand this day

And everything’s amiss

But soon I hope this fog with lift

And give me back the words I miss.

 

Perhaps a spark will soon appear

And burst upon this page

If not I guess my time is done

The end of such an age.

 

And so goodbye I say to you

Tis said with heavy heart

But never fear I will return

I will not just depart.