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Madam Toole
Had a rule:
No one sitting
On her stool.
That chair
Was her
Jewel.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt of “rule” in 16 words
Madam Toole
Eccentric
Complement of Condiments
“It is not acceptable, you see, when they forget the main …”
“…complements.” Ingrid completed.
“Indeed.” Iris’s gray head bobbed emphatically, loose bun nodding and escapee wisps trailing.
Ingrid touched a hand to her own hair, confirming the tightness of her French braid. All was in order. Good. Iris has always been unbecomingly lax with locks’ management and Ingrid could never understand it. Especially not when Iris was so particular about her condiments’ orderly array.
“I’ll get the hot sauce, then.” Iris turned toward the diner’s kitchen. “And have them hand me some mustard and mayo, while they’re at it.”
For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers
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New Neighbor
“What on earth?! Have you seen her?”
Molly looked up from her coffee. The swirl of mocha infiltration on the milk froth in her cup was fascinating. She licked her upper lip, tasting calm and morning.”Seen who?”
“Her!” Abby flicked her head urgently in the direction of the kitchen window.
“Do I have to?” Molly pouted. Her sister was altogether too excitable. Surely there was naught wrong with sitting idly with one’s breakfast. However, she could not recall the last time Abby did anything but gobble down her toast, gulp her tea, and pop right up in search of dishes to wash, counters to wipe, cabinets to put to order, or lists to make.
Abby’s chest rose in what was certain to turn lecture.
Molly sighed, stood, and craned her neck to see. White uniform. Red crosses. Pink rubber gloves. “Oh, her? Sheri. Our new neighbor. A nurse or such.”
For Crispina’s Crimson’s Creative Challenge
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Times Immemorial
It was an odd request, but she had always been eccentric and there was no harm in entertaining it. Perhaps even some benefit.
In return she would bequeath a third of her small fortune toward the maintenance of the seawall. The annual expenditure taxed townspeople for more than they cared to pay yet had to: Without the seawall there could be no beachfront properties, boardwalk, no hospitality.
Sure, it would alter the skyline, and for some would block the light a part of each day. But protestations were outnumbered by those who prophesied how the addition would bring curiosity and with it, added revenue.
She got her lighthouse. And the lift inside to help her now-frail body reach the top. In all but the worst weather, she spent hours there each day, white hair whipping in the spray.
“Our Rapunzel,” tour-guides could be heard whispering. “Been there from times immemorial.”
For Crispina‘s Crimson’s Creative Challenge
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A Bit Eccentric
Photo: Inbar Asif
He may be a bit eccentric
And his music may be bold,
But his mama will be happy
That his head will not be cold,
That someone is watching over
Just in case he should be told,
That it is time to eat the snack
Before his energy will fold.
Merriam-Webster’s word for July 7, 2018:
Eccentric
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