A Fairy Tale: 28 Years Later

Once upon a time there was a young woman who was taking care of her mother. It was on this day that her mother was having a bad reaction to her chemotherapy and felt really, really awful. The young woman didn’t want to leave her mother alone so she waited with her for her father to come home. This didn’t upset the young woman because although she knew she would be late for the party, she would still have plenty of time to go and have fun.

After a little while the young woman’s father came home and she was able to go to the party. She was having a lot of fun. Her sister was there and so were many of her friends. Suddenly, the young woman saw a young man on the other side of the room. The young woman stared at him, he was the most handsome man she had ever seen.

The young woman was filled with joy at the prospect of meeting the young man. She told her sister that this was the man of her dreams and that she would marry him and live happily ever after. The sister laughed at her. The sister told her she was foolish and she shouldn’t say such ridiculous things.

The young woman was able to get the young man’s attention and they started to talk. They liked each other a lot. They left the party together and decided to spend more of their time alone so they could get to know each other better. They were falling in love.

The young woman thought about the night of the party and smiled. She was able to help her mother and she felt blessed to find the man of her dreams. The young woman was very happy and would still remember that night 28 years later!

The End

©2022 CBialczak

Winter: Wednesday Poetry Prompts: 635

This is written for: https://www.writersdigest.com/write-better-poetry/wednesday-poetry-prompts-635

Illustration of Stickman Kids Making an Igloo, Snow Fort in the Snow

Stomp your feet until they’re dry
Don’t throw ice, you’ll poke an eye
Put on chapstick, save your lips
Hold on tight, falls break good hips
Bundle up to stay real warm
Did they say it’s another storm?
I don’t care, I won’t shovel snow
Where did all the snow plows go?
Where’s my mailbox? Where’s the dog?
There’s a white-out or is it fog?
I hope my children stay inside
there really is no place to hide
unless they do what children do
and build themselves a good igloo.

Simply 6 Minutes — The Tree

Fandango makes us think about cutting trees!

This, That, and the Other

“What’s wrong with your father?” Alison asked Tim. “He seems in a particularly ornery mood tonight. And he’s had an awful lot to drink.”

“Oh pay him no mind,” Tim said. “He’s just pissed about the Christmas tree. He thinks it’s disrespectful.”

“Disrespectful?” Alison said. “I never knew your father was that religious.”

“Oh, it has nothing to do with religion,” Tim said. “He’s upset that we wasted all those roles of toilet paper and face masks.”

“Why does that bother him so much?”

“He’s still pissed about the toilet paper shortage in 2020 when he had to use newspapers to wipe his ass. Plus there was the face mask shortage that exposed him to COVID. He’s worried about those shortages recurring and thinks we’re being frivolous by using those materials for our Christmas tree.”

“Do you think he has a point?”

“No, he’s just being a grumpy old man…

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Leftovers for Christmas (Simply 6 Minutes)

A post-Covid sonnet to keep you laughing all the way to the loo!

Jezzie G

Inspired by and written for Simply 6 Minutes – thank you, Christine

Seriously, last week I did the English Canadian, and this week the Italian Canadian – the only difference is the structure of the presentation. However, I discovered a new word for my vocab. Sometimes, writing sonnets feels samey. Thank you, Christine – have a blessed Yule xxx

Leftovers for Christmas
Form: Canadian Sonnet (Italian)

Insane panic buying of toilet paper
As if one hundred rolls is covidsafe
Even soft tissue can begin to chafe
A world in chaos with this right caper

Did you sterilize after wiping ass
Before going outside without a mask
That did far better at meeting the task
For a virus that cares not about class

Leftover rolls clogging up the attic
Quelle surprise! That so many didn’t get used
And we are reeling, feeling so confused
What to do with this stuff bought…

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So this week I mentioned that seeing Brody’s little face, looking into the door for me melts my heart. I knew I had a picture somewhere.