A fun and relaxing girls night out

Thanks to KIMBERLEYCOOPERBLOG for inspiring me, I’ve decided to join in the prompt fun over at  Julia’s Place.

In honor of the Rio Olympics, Julia chose for her 100-word prompt is, “With a little effort I wonder if I could do that?…”

I needed tonight, the cheesy movie, the greasy tacos, a margaritas buzz but most of all the laughter.

“I liked the book better,” Karen said, her mouth full of chips.

“You read that drivel? I couldn’t get past chapter three.”

I shut out Margo our book club snob, knowing she’d read every word, but would never admit it.

The margaritas warmed my cheeks or could it be visions of scarves and Jason tied to a bedpost flashing through my mind?

Jason wanted more excitement. We have a spare room. Hmm, with a little effort I wonder if I could do that?…

Fifty Shades of Grey (Fifty Shades, Book 1) by [James, E L]

What is it about sport?


Practice makes perfect, writing with prompts

And so I keep practicing.

If you’re looking for a good place to start, check out Describli for inspiring prompts.

Here is my latest contribution to one of their promptsSoft footsteps.brentford_street2


I stopped, frozen in place and waited for the sound of soft footsteps. The quiet stillness around me gave me pause. Had I’d imagined him? Dim streetlights did little to push back the night. My eyes blinked against the darkness, hoping to see something. But not even the moon ventured past the thick clouds to help me.

Next time Abe offers to drive me to my car, I’ll say yes. I eased forward on the balls of my feet and like a child tip-toed toward the corner. All I had to do was make it a little further to the bar on the corner. Safety in numbers, right? I’d worry about my car later.

The footsteps behind me grew louder, less careful. I wasn’t the only one who spotted the neon sign. Fear gripped my throat. I no longer cared about the noise of my heels against the pavement. My eyes focused on the flashing Miller Lite sign in the window. I ran.

The door to Mitch’s Bar & Grill opened. Yellow light framed a man as he stepped out onto the sidewalk. Relieved to see another person, I called out as I dashed toward the alley’s end. Strong arms wrapped around me. A gag choked off my air as a dirty glove covered smothered my scream.

Oh God, he is real. I really wish I hadn’t taken that shortcut. alley-990959_640


Have you practiced with any prompts lately?

I’d love to read them, leave me a link in the comments section.

Do you believe in luck?

This is a piece I wrote when the State Fair came to town. Thought I’d trot it out for something different this morning. Stretch my muse and make her exercise a bit today. Hope you enjoy my little flash.

“Spin to Win.” The guy called out to anyone who passed.

“Wanna take a chance?” Carla nudged my shoulder with hers.

I shook my head and kept walking. My destination was straight ahead and to the left. Madam Zena’s was located in the shadows away from the glaring midway lights and the barking carnie.

“I thought we were gonna have some fun. When did you stop believing in your good luck?” She let out a frustrated sigh.

Carla was right, I had an old rabbit’s foot in my purse, and a lottery ticket for next week drawing. Plus, I do love a good bingo game. I’m always looking for a new exciting adventure and dragging her along with me. In my pocket, I clutched my key ring and rubbed a small, silver charm. The four clovers hadn’t brought me any good luck yet, but I couldn’t give up hope.

How could I resist the posters and flyers that plastered the town advertising the small carnival? Most of the girls at work thought the rides were dangerous and cheesy. They were right. But Carla, didn’t have a problem tagging along with me. Friends forever, she was always willing to tag along. Why, I’d bet a whole month pay she’d even run away and join up with the circus if I double dog dared her. I’m so relieved I didn’t dare her. I’m so very relieved.

I tipped my head back and stared at the rusty cars swinging from the Ferris wheel. Loud, tired music drew my attention to the carousel where faded and chipped horses moved in slow motion. There isn’t anything exciting about this sad carnival. I wouldn’t be asking Carla to join this, whatever it was.

“There.” I nodded toward a door decorated with a moon and stars.

“Alright, now you’re talking. She can tell us where to find the Prince Charming of our lives, and then we can get out of here.” Carla said.

“I don’t want to find a guy.”

I didn’t bother to explain. All Carla ever thought about was boys. I stepped forward and opened the door. The darkness wrapped around me like a cold fog. I shivered as someone walked over my grave. Goose bumps marched up my bare arms. I no longer felt cute in my white tank-top and denim shorts. No, instead I felt naked, vulnerable, and exposed. Standing here in this tiny room, I wasn’t sure a full Kevlar vest would give me any comfort.

“Hello?” I said.

The darkness swallowed my voice. I cleared my throat and tried again.  “Hello.”

A match flared. I jumped back and landed on Carla’s foot.

“Damn, Lacy watch what you’re doing. That hurt. We going in, or what?”

“Yeah, sorry. I….”

A small flame flickered and we both turned to focus on the old crone lighting candles in the middle of a small round table.

“Come in, come in, have a seat. I’m Madam Zena,” she said, and with a gnarled and feeble hand waved us toward a round table.

We eased into the room and into the chairs. I stared at Carla, she showed no recognition, no sense of déjà vu. The sounds of music and calls to the fun seekers faded. My eyes focused on the crone sitting across from us. Before I could ask for her help, she spoke.

“Spin to win.” And with a wave of her bony hand the table began to spin.

Her laughter filled the room and the candles sputtered leaving us in the dark. Someone screamed. It was me.

I awakened to calls from the midway. “Here, little lady, over here. Spin to win.”

We stood at the entrance. Not again. Tears filled my eyes as I walked back through the midway. I just wanted to find my way home. I’d had enough adventure.

“Wanna take a chance?” Carla nudged my shoulder.


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Do you think books add to the magic of Christmas?

At our house they do!

And not just the traditional, Night Before Christmas.

My children, and grandchildren love getting books for birthdays and Christmas.

After the dishes are washed, the Legos are scattered and the candy eaten, nothing beats curling up with a new book. For a little while, quiet descends throughout the house through the magic of a good book.

Now is the time to fill those stocking with gifts that last past Christmas morning.

I was so excited when my copies arrived this week!

Are there kids in your family between the ages of 6-9?

If so please add my book to your shopping list!

Just click on the picture and head over to Amazon.com!

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Tell me do you give books at Christmas?

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