Daily Game, Where is my Newspaper?

“Dear Subscriber, timely payment is always appreciated. Do not respond to this email.”

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On rainy days I do not attempt to look for my newspaper on a small lawn unless I have on full inclement weather gear on including my Wellingtons. The search could take a while.

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I have fetched ragged pages of the local gazette hanging limp from tree branches, trying to clog my neighbor’s gutter, or hidden beneath the arbor vitae.

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My Terrier companion is not a soggy paper Retriever (I might like one if it were a breed of dog). She likes the top of the sofa for look-out and next to the pillows for nap-out. Rain is not for a pampered pooch.

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“Hello Circulation Department.”

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” Since I pay by direct bank draft you’ll extend my subscription?”

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“That’s forward-looking of you. I buy a newspaper, or have already paid for a newspaper, so I might read it today. ”

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“Nothing you can do?”

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I drove into town. I recall stating it is a down-pour. There are no drive-thru’s for newspapers. All the newspapers are sold out from those little chained-down boxes.

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The daily game of finding my newspaper has morphed into “find a newspaper anywhere”. This is too much angst for one day.

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So, I drove-thru for coffee and a dozen donuts. Not the same as a newspaper but I couldn’t let my Terrier down now could I?

c. Lemuel

09 June 2018

Cry me a River, a Sketch

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Cry me a River, a Sketch

 

“I knew I made a bad decision.”

Her mascara formed dark rivulets at flood stage racing down her sullen face, “Well, damn, just damn.”

My heart wanted to turn back but my brain said, “Step on it!”

“Stupid brain.”

“Wait, what?”

It’s a bum ticker but I like tossing it a curve every once in a while.

“Courage, mate. Simple courage ain’t that what we learned?”

© Lemuel

29 April, 2018

Daily Prompt: Rivulet

With apologies to Oz

Rivulet

Vague, is it a magazine…

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“What are you reading?”

“A new-ish weekly magazine, at least I think it comes out weekly.”

“What’s it called?”

Vague is my guess. Doesn’t that look like Vague, it’s not Vogue,

the ink is a little dim.”

“What’s it got in it.”

“Stuff and things.”

“What kind of stuff and things?”

“I don’t quite know yet but I clearly have my suspicions.”

“Maybe they should call it Haze.”

“It rhymes. Glorious loads of adverts though.”

“Lemme, see.”

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© Lemuel

23 April, 2018

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Daily prompt, Vague

Vague

No Fooling Around, the Dentist

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“Good morning Bob. Hey, was my dentist everything I promised?”

“Hello, John, and  a lot more. You know she used a chisel and a mallet for my molar extraction.”

“What did I tell you no fooling around. Boom! And that bothersome tooth ache is gone.”

“Her people scheduled me next Thursday. Going to put in forms and pour concrete.”

“You’ll be a new person, dentally speaking.”

“Funny you mentioned, ‘Boom!”. I heard an explosion in the next dental theater.”

“Probably bridge work.”

© Lemuel

21 April, 2018

Daily Prompt Mallet

Mallet

Frigid, a Second-helping

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Frigid

“That’s fifteen points, Frigid, F-R-I-G-I-D; righty.” Louise was way too perky a winner.

The other players shivered with cold blank stares.

Strip Scrabble, whose idea was that?

Louise needed to lose her fuzzy hat and her Simpsons mittens.

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Lemuel

11 April, 2018

Frigid

Frigid, a Second-helping

Foreign, re-cast

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“What are you coding?”

“A character trait.”

“What is it?”

“Common-sense.”

“Never heard of it.”

“Yeah, it’s foreign now but it’ll catch on.”

“How’s it work?”

“It cuts down on SNAFU’s.”

“You’ll be rich!”

 

Lemuel

4-4-18

Foreign, melted down and recast

Foreign

Explore

 

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“Try to take a few steps. The fit seems right.”

Explore the simple neural mesh controls.”

“Heh, the mechanism is lighter than it looks, easy-peasy. Yeah, I like it.”

“The design team went all out. Durability was key.”

“I’ve never had eight legs before.”

“You’ll be fast too.”

“Really, how fast?”

“We lose more test subjects that way.”

 

Lemuel

4-3-18

Explore

Quartet, a Brief Epic

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Listen well.

You have heard in times last year what played out on this very ground:

Four big kids hard-fisted, stout, blocked

The school roundabout.

Spinning oak, steel industrial contraption,

Dare-devil ride of joy, spinning sirens song elation.

Round! It spun the best of thrills, fun without end circulation,

Joker, the king, shouted “It costs a dime to ride; it’s only fair, amen.”

So the kids skipped to the monkey bars, forgot the roundabout, and then,

Paid no ransom to the quartet,  kept their milk break dimes,

Sang their taunting songs,

“Money for nothin’, spins for free.”

Rat, and Nasty, and Frog clodded after the king, like dominos tippling,

To rush the kids off monkey bars, hard biting and pinches piercing.

Brenda, No-Non-Sense, conked Joker’s crown right off;

The king smashed to the ground and wailed, for help and had none,

Rat, and Nasty, and Frog skedaddled, up the slide height in isolation

Too tall for the kids, far from their collective retribution;

Joker, deposed, plucked grass, eyes tearful promised playground peace,

Rat, Nasty, and Frog shot down the slide,

“The crown was lost,”

“The king is done,”

“We are gone,”

Three sped for the doorway hell-bent-for-leather,

“Time was up,”

Little kids are more than three and lots faster.

Brenda entered the doors at last

Wearing that crown that suited her best,

The kids whooped and sang, “Long live the queen,

The queen, best that’s ever been.”

 

Lemuel

2018

Quartet

Micro a Small Consideration

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“Micro” for being such a small word it packs a lot of power. It is an adjective for so many nouns it boggles the mind. It’s a prefix for almost any noun imaginable. Micro has limitless flexibility for building new nouns as needed relating to the extremely really ‘tiny’.

As a verb “micro-ing” might catch on but never at an all-you-can-eat buffet. “Just go micro,” no haute cuisine thrill there.

Fans often shout, “Go big or go home,” to show our team loyalty or almost as often at spelling bees; never,  “Go micro, shish-boom-bahh.”

I remember when people spoke of getting “small” after inhaling a lot of smoke.  I heard comparative talk about how small these individuals thought they were, “I’m so small, I’d fall through the joint in the floor.”

“That’s crack in the floor.”

“No, man, that’s another head, dude.”

Micro also has the connotation for exquisite or careful. That’s plastic surgery down to the micro scale, very fine, very careful, no scar. Nice and refurbished and looking good.

After working the nouns all day Micro rings up Nano and they go out on the town for big fun and macro-relaxation.

Go big or go home.

©2018

Micro

Children’s Voices Blessed Noises

Noise

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Four children played a game, “Dragons and Hunters”. Some were Dragons swiftly flying arcs in the kitchen. And they swooped, both arms outstretched as powerful wings, claws at-ready. Dragons snarled imaginary fangs and unleashed bursting fire in puffing breaths.

Fearless Hunters hurled challenges at the Dragons and tossed their make-believe lassos at the flying beasts. Dauntless Hunters pursued their prizes and bragged of the fame they should have as Dragon Riders. Oh, such glory gleamed in their shining faces.

The circular chase and mayhem was thunderous in the children’s imaginary world of flying beasts and brave pursuers. The noise levels rose to the roof when the Hunters cornered the Dragons.

An older woman, a grandmother, finely dressed for an evening gala shushed them, “Such noise, be still, your mother will go deaf.”

The children knew to do as told.

“Children’s noises,” the Grandmother scoffed at their game; she was senior mother after all.

“Children are only little for a short time. I will miss children’s voices when they grow up then leave home.”

“I said noise.”

“I know. I chose a better word.”

Lemuel

2018