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Looking Glass

  

“Hi! You look revolting today”.

I look here, and there, not realizing my looking mirror has spoken. This is the first time it has spoken to me, and I am afraid it may be a ghost. The  “Others” in the house have gone out, and I am the only one at home.

A quick search of the room shows no one is about —- no ghost is visible, as I cast fearful glances around.

“I am talking to you”, the looking glass tilts suddenly to flash the light at me, and I catch its’ movement.

Its earlier quote strikes my fuzzy brain, “why did you call me revolting?”

“You look pale, and there are dark circles round your eyes”.

I am afraid of going near it, so I don’t look into it. I wonder aloud, “looking glasses don’t talk”.

“They do! Haven’t you read about Snow White’s stepmother’s mirror?”

“Oh that! It’s just a story”.

“Stories are based on true happenings”.

As I think over it I hear the movement downstairs. The Others have returned, and IB (my grandson) knocks, “Dado, come downstairs to eat.”

I follow him. “Oh me gosh! I totally forgot the interview.

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/the-interview/

The Interview

Interview your favorite fictional character

Giving Up

  

I have answered this prompt two-three times previously, so I am writing a story.

Fiction

She felt like having a photograph. The idea appealed to her. She liked him. His younger sister willingly gave it to her, when she asked for it. She kept it at her bedside. It was comforting to have something of him, plus it brought him nearer.

Days went by, and she noticed him around other girls — talking, laughing, sharing, or whatever. Her heart wanted this too. He never had time to seek, or sit beside her. He never tried to talk to her. He was avoiding her, though at the time she wasn’t aware of it. Was she in a haze? Maybe she was preoccupied with worries of her own.

One day her friend came for a visit. He was so enamoured by the girl. He pulled his chair close to her friend to talk. And suddenly it dawned on her that he had no feelings for her.

A pain engulfed her. That night she couldn’t sleep. She wondered at her own stupidity. How could she have been so blind? How did she let her own infatuation grow?

The loss tormented her. There was no respite. She shed tears feeling bereft.

Next morning she got up feeling numb. She picked the photo, and silently returned it to his sister.

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/hammer/

If I Had a Hammer

If you could learn a trade — say carpentry, electrical work, roofing, landscaping, plumbing, flooring, drywall — you name it — what skill(s) would you love to have in your back pocket?

Third Headline

  

I don’t want to read the news

But I have to answer the prompt

Topmost I saw Obama

The second news I forgot

But the third one is about fire

To save lives the firemen fought

Two lives did they save

To harm they came naught

Bravo to the brave firemen

As heroes they are sought

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/ripped-from-the-headlines-2/

Ripped from the Headlines

Click over to whatever website you visit most frequently to get news. Find the third headline on the page. Make sure

Dehydrated



IB in his favorite stance.

We were invited to a friend’s home for an evening meal. IB (my grandson), as usual did all the stuff eight years old do — running up, and downstairs playing with the other kids. At parties he doesn’t take a morsel of food concentrating all his energies on playing. He is usually dead tired, and thirsty at the end. 

Normally he waits till we are all in the car going back home, and say, “I am dehydrated!”

This time he couldn’t wait, and kept announcing that he was dehydrated. One kindly lady held a glass of water to him, and said, “here take this”.

“No, I want coke”.

All the guests present laughed that instead of water he needed coke to quench his thirst.

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/ha-ha-ha/

Ha Ha Ha

Tell us a joke! Knock-knock joke, long story with a unexpected punchline, great zinger — all jokes are welcome!


Repent at Leisure 



Pistachio Ice cream in the making.

Back in 2010 my (late) husband, and I visited my daughter. At that time she lived in Charlottevilles, Virginia. My son in law who is a doctor by profession, but at heart he is a superb chef. He kept us giving different versions of ice creams; like chocolate vanilla, cookies & cream, banana & walnuts, mangoe ice cream, chunky monkey, and so on.

Each was better than the other. Once you are hooked on home made stuff, store brought doesn’t appeal.

My daughter did tell me to buy an ice cream maker like hers’, but we had no extra space to carry it back home. I consoled myself with the thought of finding one like that in the local market. The old quote “Act in haste, repent at leisure” could be modified in my case to “Don’t Act, repent at leisure”. My repent was, “why didn’t I buy one?”

Last year I bought one with two bowls, and I had my fill of home made ice creams.

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/32-flavors/

32 Flavors

Vanilla, chocolate, or something else entirely?


Time Capsule

Once upon a time there was someone—–and that someone was me.

At the turn of a century a box found. 

“What’s there in it?”

“A few pages of writing, a little bit of poetry, and a few photos”.

“Throw it away. Who needs more junk?”

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/time-capsule/

What would you put in this year’s time capsule to channel the essence of our current moment for future generations?