Saturday, February 19, 2011

Saturday Centus - All I Didn't Know

Jenny Matlock
Wow, it's Saturday Centus time already.  Where did the last week go???  Here's the routine for those of you not familiar with the meme.   Grab the prompt, (it's in red in the body of my piece), and write a story using 100 words or less, not including said prompt.  Then pop over to Jenny Matlock's blog by clicking on the 'Centus' button above.  Follow the instructions to link your story and you're almost done.  I say almost, because once you're there you must go read all of the other wonderful submissions.  And don't forget to leave comments.  Folks have worked hard here, they need a few thumbs up or they'll stop writing.  And Saturday Centus will disappear.  And Miss Jenny will cry.  Then she'll get the hiccups and it will be your fault.  You don't want that on your conscience now, do you?

Now on to my story.  It's a tad dark this week, a place I usually don't go, but it just popped out! Just so you know it's so dark, that I needed a beer when I got finished.  But the doctor says no alcohol, so I had a glass of apple juice instead.  Just for the record, the apple juice didn't do it!


All I Didn't Know

When I said,  "I'd catch a grenade for ya," I didn't know you'd be the first to toss one at me.

I didn't know that a barrage would follow in the days, the weeks, the years to come.

I didn't know I couldn't save you from yourself.

I didn't know I would become hard like the bits of shrapnel that you embedded in my soul.

I didn't know that I would stop caring whether or not you could catch as well as you could throw.

I didn't know that I would leave.

PS:  I still really need a beer!  Hope I haven't caused anyone else to need one...

Saturday, February 12, 2011

Saturday Centus - Flames of Love - A Valentine

Jenny Matlock

It's Saturday Centus time, and this week Jenny Matlock has come up with a dilly of a prompt.  Write a verse, (50 words or less), for a Valentine card to match the picture below.  (Wherever did she find a pup with 'bedroom' eyes???)  My humble submission is below the picture.


I want to be your super hero.

Let's not waste time, fiddling like Nero.

We don't look like swells or even like yuppies,

But between us I'm sure that we'd have cute puppies.

 Come be my love, and I'll take you higher.

Together we'll start our own kind of fire.


I need to apologize for not making the rounds to read and comment on other submissions in the past week or so.  I've been ill of late and have not been up to spending much time on the computer.  Didn't even get to do a post myself last week...Bummer.  I'll try to do better this week and make the rounds.  The only thing that would prevent this from happening, would be if I'm packing for the move to Kansas City.  You see, I've included this gem in my portfolio and mailed it off to Hallmark Crown Center this morning.  I'm just sure I'll get an immediate response!

The rest of you 
can should read the other valentine verses by clicking on the Saturday Centus button at the top of the page.  Please do that.  We all live for comments.

Happy Valentine's Day!

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Saturday Centus - A Respect For Words

Jenny Matlock
You know it's been a zooey week when it's Wednesday and you're just getting to write your Saturday Centus piece.  Ah life!  It can certainly interfere with blogging.

Here's the scoop on Saturday Centus.  Our facilitator, Jenny Matlock, gives you a prompt.  Then you get to add 100 words to that to form a story.  And good luck!  It ain't easy!  That's a fact!  (BTW:  You'll want to link to the SC homepage, and then read the other entries.  Just click on the button at the top of this page and you'll be guided through.)

Now, my story for the week.  The prompt is in red.

A Respect For Words

Dorothy found a bundle of yellowed envelopes, tied with a piece of rough twine, in an old trunk in the attic.

She lifted the stack of letters from the ancient chest, and immediately recognized her husband's handwriting and the name on the address.  These were Ben's letters to his first wife, (now deceased), that he had sent from Korea!

Dorothy's thoughts drifted to the letters from her late husband that were neatly tucked into the back of her lingerie drawer.

"Some words are written to be read by only one set of eyes," she whispered, as she placed the letters back in the trunk and gently closed the lid.