Weekly Prompts Wednesday Challenge – Armchair Rookie

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My first husband was Bob. We met back in 1994 and were married until his passing in 2018. It must have been only a day or two after we met that he brought me to his friends house to watch Sunday football. All the guys sat and watched the game while all the gals sat in the kitchen chatting and carrying happily. I didn’t fit in either spot because I didn’t know anyone, not even Bob to be honest. Anyhow, the gals announced the food was ready and Bob asked if I wanted a hot dog. I said sure and sat patiently. He came back with a hot dog with only mustard on it, handing it to me with a smile. I hated mustard! Well, long story short, I didn’t want to say anything so I ate it all. Now, I actually love mustard on many foods including hamburgers, hotdogs, and pretzels.

My second husband is David. We met in 2018 and got married this year, in September. When we first met he came over to my house and because he liked football so much, we decided to sit and watch it together. Now, I have watched the game since I was a kid but never really understood all the rules and honestly stopped watching it when all there were were “flags on the play”! I didn’t really know David that well yet and he told me how much he loved the game. He had told me some of his other interests and I remember thinking, “yeah, so you are also a football expert?”, although I didn’t say that. Hahaha, jokes on me. He knows all the rules, he is familiar with teams and their history, the coaches and even their names!

So, two long stories lead to one conclusion…I married football lovers but luckily neither are or have ever been in overstuffed armchairs with empty cans and cartons screaming at a screen. Not sure if that qualifies as an armchair rookie or not.

“Simply 6-Minutes” Writing Challenge #1


Rules of this challenge:

  1. Set up a timer or sit near a clock so you can keep track of the six minutes you will be writing.
  2. You can either use one of the prompts (photo or written) or you can free-write.
  3. Get ready and write for 6 minutes, that is it! Can you write a complete story? Can you think of a new Sonnet? Can you write 400 words? 400? 500? There are no restrictions on what kind of writing you do, but you should try to be actively writing for six minutes.
  4. After you are done writing, include your word count and then post back to this page #Simply6Minutes or include your link in the comments section. Pingbacks are enabled.
  5. Have fun, challenge yourself if you’d like, read and respond to others’ posts.
  6. I would appreciate feedback on how often writer’s would like this challenge. Is it a once a week challenge? Just Saturdays? Let me know a day that perhaps there aren’t a lot of other challenges already scheduled.

Today’s Prompt:

The stream in the woods

We wandered down the path to the stream. I don’t know how many times we had walked this path. Jenna and I were best friends and spent any free moment together. We had sleepovers whenever we were allowed and tried to spend time together in school.  

Jenna was a few steps ahead of me. I didn’t mind and she knew why. I was terrified of spiders and if I were to walk through an invisible web, I think I would lose my mind. It has happened a handful of times and it ended up with me in my bra and underwear running through my yard screaming bloody murder. My mom had gotten really mad that one time. She said that I was overreacting. Whatever, I didn’t care what other people thought. I was not going to have any sort of creature crawling on me if I could help it.  

Jenna wasn’t afraid of anything. Well, that’s not totally true. She was afraid of heights. It is a bit different because you can avoid heights a lot more than avoid living creepy crawlers. 

We came up to the tree that marked the halfway mark to the stream. The tree was all twisted and Jenna said it looked like a heart.  She said this was the place that proved we were best friends. We weren’t gay but we were in love with each other.  

Walking to the right would bring us to the stream where the skunk cabbage grew. If we went more to the left, then we got to the part of the stream that was really muddy. 

270 words

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Written for my writing challenge: https://christinebialczak.com/2020/07/09/simply-6-minutes-writing-challenge/