FOWC with Fandango: retreat

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Pulling up to the front door of the building we knew we were in for quite a weekend. Marble steps with gold railings leading up to a huge open foyer, all marble with a huge crystal chandelier in the center. A fountain splashed water of every color as the bulbs coursed through all the colors of the rainbow. We thought when we signed up for the Couples’ Retreat we would be in shoddy cabins with port-o-potties placed far enough away so as to not cause anyone discomfort. This was the exact opposite! Who would’ve ever thought the retreat would be held in such a beautiful location! This was something which would surely rekindle the flame between Marcus and I. I mean,how could it not? 

Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner: 2021: Week #08

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Debbie’s Day at the Beach

Debbie couldn’t understand why there was a “No Swimming” sign at a public beach. If you weren’t supposed to swim what were you supposed to do? Not only could she not understand the sign but she saw a few teenagers swimming not that far from the sign. This meant they either didn’t care what the sign said or they really didn’t see it. Debbie figured it was probably the first thought, that they just ignored it. 

Slowly she laid her towel and put her bag at the end for her headrest. It was hot and the water looked so inviting. Debbie didn’t know how long she would be able to sit here and not go into that refreshing water. 

Finally, Debbie decided that just putting her feet in wouldn’t hurt; that certainly  couldn’t be called swimming. She walked to the edge of the water and looked back over her shoulder to see if there was anyone around who would tell her to get out of the water. The beach was empty. Debbie stepped in and felt herself sinking into the sand. It was sucking her in. What was this? Quicksand? Oh why didn’t she just do what the sign said! 

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Six Minutes — Give or Take

Fandango’s first time participating in Simply 6! Thanks for the contribution!!!

This, That, and The Other

Christine Bialczak has this thing that she calls Simply 6 Minutes. She asks us to spend six minutes writing a post in response to her word or photo prompt. She suggests setting up a timer or sitting near a clock so we can keep track of the six minutes we will be writing.

I write my posts on my iPhone and I estimate that it takes about 50% longer to tap out a post on an iPhone’s tiny virtual keypad than it does to type one on a laptop or desktop keyboard. So I’m going to give myself nine minutes — Six minutes plus 50% — to complete this post.

This is my first attempt at Christine’s six minute writing prompt, but when I saw this picture, I couldn’t resist. So here we go.This little guy looks cute, doesn’t he? But that’s because he’s just a kit, which…

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