What? This isn’t what you think of when you hear “Spring”? Just let me say, “Me neither.”
Alas, it is officially Spring here in WV and this is the weather. It actually makes me tear up a bit. *Sniff, sniff*
Well, I guess I’ll just have to look at the photos of others’ Spring over on WordsmithStudio.org for the prompt this week, and dream of warmer days…
Happy Writing and Photo Fun,
Becca ♥
I laid on the bed, staring out the window as the sun started to set. It was all I could bear to do. I saw him in everything. When I closed my eyes, his lopsided smile lit up his eyes. When I went outside, the sun was the warmth of his hand in mine. I blinked and a tear slid down my cheek, brushing the exact spot of the last kiss he gave me. My stomach knotted and I remembered that I hadn’t eaten.
“Don’t come in here trying to infect everyone with your melancholy, Jo Lynn. I’ve had about enough.” Grammy scolded me without even looking up from the large pot on the stove.
“But I loved him, Grammy. I’ll never love anyone else the way I loved him as long as I live. He was the one. You just don’t understand.” I plopped down at the table, sighing heavily. I couldn’t go any farther.
“Oh, I reckon I understand well enough,” she smiled. “You just need some a’ Grammy’s tomato soup. It’ll cure what ails ya.” She sat down a bowl on the table.
“Grammy… there is no cure. I feel like I’m gonna die,” I groaned.
“Jo, take your soup out on the porch. It’s a little chilly, so put on your sweater first.” I started to complain, but she cut me off. “Just go. I have a feeling that a little fresh air is just what you need.”
*
I was only halfway through my soup when I saw him. His dark hair fell just into his eyes and he would shake his head in the cutest way to get it back out. He pulled his sweatshirt off, his hair sticking up all over, and carried another box into the house across the street. I went back inside.
“Grammy, I’m gonna go take a shower.” A smile crept across my face as I passed her.
“See? I knew a little a’ Grammy’s tomato soup would make you feel better…”
-333 words written for the Trifecta prompt for Week 69: use the third definition of the word “infect” in your 33-333 word piece.
Infect: 3a : contaminate, corrupt <the inflated writing that infects such stories>
b : to work upon or seize upon so as to induce sympathy, belief, or support <trying to infect their salespeople with their enthusiasm>
Okay, this is not what I actually had for lunch. It was dessert.♥
I’m a little short on time this week; I’m taking the kids to visit my dad for Spring Break. So I’m reusing this photo from a post I did a while back.
Happy Writing and Photo Fun!!
Becca ♥
This post is for the Weekly Photo Challenge for WordPress this week: Lunchtime. Check out what some others had to eat:
“About time…” Christy rolled her eyes with a huff.
“Don’t start.” Sam slammed the door of Christy’s old beater and buckled in as she pulled away from his house. “I’ve had enough this morning from my mom.” He leaned his head back and closed his eyes.
“We’re gonna be late for school again.” Christy lifted one hand in response to Sam’s glare. “Just saying,” she whispered, knowing Sam’s mom rode him hard to be prepared for college. “Hey,” she smiled with a sideways glance as she stopped at the crossroads. “Let’s go bowling.”
Sam laughed, “Yeah, right.”
“Come on, you’ve got straight A’s; I don’t think one absence is gonna matter.” Sam hesitated, torn between desire and duty. “At least you won’t get another tardy.” Christy’s lopsided grin broke him.
“Ugh,” Sam groaned. “Why not?”
“Sweet.” Christy turned left, away from the high school and toward the bowling alley with a smile. “Excellent decision.”
This 154 word piece was written in response to an awesome weekly writing prompt I just discovered over at TrifectaWritingChallenge.com. Every week they choose a word that must be used in your writing between 33 and 333 words. And you must use the word according to the third definition.
This week’s word is:
1a : the measured or measurable period during which an action, process, or condition exists or continues : duration
b : a nonspatial continuum that is measured in terms of events which succeed one another from past through present to future
c : leisure <time for reading>
2: the point or period when something occurs : occasion
3a : an appointed, fixed, or customary moment or hour for something to happen, begin, or end <arrived ahead of time>
b : an opportune or suitable moment <decided it was time to retire> —often used in the phrase about time <about time for a change>
Check it out and join up. Be sure to leave a comment below and let me know what you think about “Crossroads”.
Happy Writing and Photo Fun,
Becca ♥
This week’s challenge over at WordPress’s Daily Post is: Phoneography: My Neighborhood. The challenge is to take some pictures of your neighborhood, using your phone. There’s not much of a “neighborhood” where I live, but I took my phone for a walk around my house. Here, I’ll show you.
My Driveway
The driveway of my closest neighbor to the left and their house. Look harder, there’s a white house there behind the trees.
My closest neighbor to the right. Again, look closer, there’s a red house behind the trees this time.
My backyard
Check out some others’ neighborhoods (or neighbourhoods, if you like 😉 ):
The prompt for this week over at WordsmithStudio.org is Early. My photo is double early.
This little guy got up too early today. Yesterday, I signed him up for preschool, and it just seems too early for that. He’s growing up too fast. But I guess they always do…
This week’s challenge from WordPress is Lost in the Details.
Check out what others have posted:
The prompt over at WordsmithStudio.org this week is Broken.
We’ve been checking things out around the house. Spring will be here before you know it, so we walk around outside the house. We have to decide where we want new plants, if we want to move some plants we already have, and what new plants we might want to get.
Out in the front foundation garden, I found my little fairy had been knocked over and her wing was broken. That fits perfectly with this week’s prompt, so I brought her inside and sat her at the counter, to photograph later. When I went back a couple days later, with camera in hand, I found her fixed. It turns out that my son had seen that she was broken and glued her back together for me. You can still see where she was broken, so I took some pictures anyway.
Here’s my contribution. You should check out the prompt and show me yours. Enjoy!
Love and Photo Fun!!
Becca ♥
forward
running
through the tangles
unknown
don’t stop
don’t look back
just go forward
Rebecca Barray - Writer/Photographer 