Summer is almost officially here and that brings delicious summer fruit. I always check the produce section in the hopes that I’ll see my favorite beautiful, bright red cherries. (I prefer Bing over Rainer.) When my eyes catch cherries I then look at the price. If the price is too high, I wait. My cherry hankering can be satisfied another day.
The word ‘hankering’ is quite fun. You’re probably thinking, ‘How can a word be fun?’. Well, because I said so. My desire for cherries is more than just ‘wanting’ them. ‘Hankering’ means to have a craving or longing. Perhaps some may argue that my use of the word ‘hankering’ is extreme for a cherry desire.
When I bite into that bitter-sweetness I know summer has begun. Luckily, my hankering for cherries has been satisfied. Delicious. Summer is here. I may share my cherries with you.
What do you have a hankering for?
Prompt: ‘Write about finding something.’
“I hope this is a good player. I don’t want to wear someone who sucks”.
I said this while scanning Seahawks shirts in October 2013 at Target. I was hesitant to own any Seahawks apparel. It was all new to me. My now boyfriend handed me a Wilson #3 shirt and said this was a good pick. I made him buy one too. We were now matching with Wilson #3. This was my very first sport’s apparel at all.
He gradually taught me football rules and how things worked. In the process, I made up a few of my own terms. (Perhaps, the NFL can use my suggestions.) During this time I proudly wore my Wilson shirt. I slowly learned he was a good player. I wore my Wilson on every Blue Friday, Sunday, and if Seahawks played on a Monday or Thursday. It got so soft after many washes and it seemed to fit just right. Then something awful happened, I lost Wilson.
While unpacking from a trip with my boyfriend, I discovered I couldn’t find Wilson. I searched again and again, but it just wasn’t there. Now by this time I owned more Seahawks apparel, especially after their Super Bowl victory. I even had a jersey in my closet. However, none compared to Wilson. Wilson was my first Seahawks item and connected me to the spirit. I slowly accepted the loss of Wilson, but was still sad. Other shirts just weren’t the same. My boyfriend offered to get me a new Wilson, but even he knew it wasn’t the same. Then my luck brightened.
While searching through my boyfriend’s clothing I found Wilson. My heart leaped at seeing it, but then saddened because I knew it was just his matching shirt. Or was it? I took the shirt and hugged it then looked closely. It was my size. This was my Wilson! I found Wilson! I quickly put it on, smiled, and did a happy dance. I had Wilson back.
Writing Prompt: ‘Write a post inspired by a real-world conversation.’
My ‘conversation’ actually involves little or no dialogue.
It’s a casual Saturday morning at your local diner. My boyfriend and I enjoy a breakfast before we begin our day’s activities. We chat about this and that then turn our attention to another couple eating breakfast.
There is no conversation about this and that at the other table. It’s an elderly couple who’ve probably been married fifty years. They don’t need to talk, because they know each other so well. Occasionally, one may ask for the salt and another may state it’s going to rain after reading the newspaper. There isn’t much in the conversation, but their gestures and presence of each other says it all.
Some people may see the couple and view them as ignoring each other. Go ahead, be alone with someone without talking. Do you feel awkward or comfortable? Do you know what the other person is feeling or thinking without asking? Of course, words need to be shared to understand and communicate with others. However, I think everyone wants to find someone who makes you feel comfortable enough not to fill a conversation with empty words.
If you know me, you know I have many random thoughts that I share. Although, for some reason people don’t like when I share these important thoughts. Perhaps you’ll find them humorous.
So I’ve recently been a little sick and this morning I woke with a terrible cough. It was time for some medicine. I opened the medicine cabinet to many overwhelming choices. I decided on just a basic cough medicine that supposedly tasted like pineapple. It didn’t. Unfortunately, I used all the portion and wouldn’t have enough in 4-6 hours. I went on a trip to my local Target for other items too.
Before I could travel down the sick aisle, I needed to buy more toothpaste. It always amazes me that there’s a whole aisle dedicated to just toothpaste! Do I want extra whitening, cavity protection, fresh breath, foaming sensation, or a sensitive choice? One item caught my eye: ‘Be Adventurous’. I’ve recently become slightly more adventurous. (I just enjoyed a delicious hummus sandwich.) So I picked up this ‘adventurous’ toothpaste to discover a new flavor: chocolate mint. Yes, you heard correctly, chocolate mint. Now, I’m a chocolate lover but I’m not sure it belongs in my toothpaste. However, there’s still a fresh mint taste. I decided it was too adventurous. Finally, price won the battle decision. I bought a two pack for the price of one with all the perks. Score! Now off to get my cough syrup.
Another aisle dedicated to wellness. I can understand, because there’s so many different sicknesses. I found cough syrups, but was faced with more decisions. What kind of cough do I have? Does anywhere else hurt? Is there also mucus when I cough? I almost hope I cough at that moment to help decide which is best. I then pick up bottles to compare ingredients (drugs?) as though I’m a doctor. Ah, this one has this drug but if I’m in pain I need this drug too. Hmm, too many decisions. I then notice the ‘flavors’. There’s cherry, orange, tropical, and original. ‘Original’ flavor scares me. Does it mean the original gross flavor to make me more sick? The great news is that many are gluten free. I never even knew gluten was an issue in medicines. I finally decided I have a slight headache and stuffy nose so I went with the cold/cough. Oh, I hope I picked the right choice. I guess I’ll find out soon.
I hope my rambling thoughts didn’t annoy or bore you too much. I’m off to drink liquids and rest.
*Update: The original flavor does indeed make you feel more sick.
‘Write a post based on the contrast between two things — whether people, objects, emotions, places, or something else. Use dialogue for an extra twist.’
I decided to compare/contrast books and movies. This is my first dialogue attempt.
Setting: A random cafe in Anytown, USA, on a Monday afternoon.
Isabelle walks into the cafe in need of caffeine. It sure was a Monday.
“Welcome, how can I help you?” the perky barista asks.
God, how can anyone be so cheerful on Monday. Isabelle ponders.
“Hi, I’ll have a double nonfat vanilla latte” Isabelle responds while searching for her rewards card.
“You’ve got it.”
Five minutes later Isabelle holds her desired caffeine and searches for a table. She’s meeting her best friend, Emma.
Emma walks through the door and immediately scans the tables for Isabelle. Emma smiles when she sees her friend happily drinking her latte.
“Hey Izzy! How are you today?” Emma asks while sitting down across Isabelle.
“I’m fine now that I’ve had some caffeine in my system.” Isabelle replies.
“Oh you’re always so cheerful why bother with caffeine?!” Emma teases.
“Back in a sec.” Emma says as she walks to the counter for her desired drink. She returns with a raspberry lemonaid and a smile on her face.
“Really Emma, how can you smile so much?” Isabelle says with a smirk.
“Just because you don’t enjoy life doesn’t mean I can’t.” Emma responds then takes a slurp from her sweet drink.
Emma and Isabelle laugh since both tease each other, but never too much to hurt.
“Did you do anything fun this weekend?” Isabelle asks.
“Yes, I saw the new movie, The Fault in Our Stars.” Emma replies then takes a sip.
“Oh, really? How was the movie?” Isabelle asks.
“It was really good. I think they did a great job capturing the book.” Emma says.
“Hmm, really? I’m just not sure I want to see it. I really enjoyed the book.” Isabelle responds.
” Well, if you liked the book I’m sure you’ll like the movie. Trust me bring your kleenx.” Emma says with a smile.
“I just don’t know if I want to wreck the book by seeing the movie.” Isabelle says with a sigh. “I’m sure it’s great.”
“What do you mean wreck the book? It really showed the relationship and stayed true to the book.” Emma says seriously.
“I just mean that I have a vision of Hazel and Gus. I’m not sure my vision matches the book.” Isabelle says while twirling her hair.
“Hmm, you do have a point. Movies often alter a book so much it makes me want to scream.” Emma says while playing with her straw. “God, don’t even get me started on what they did to My Sister’s Keeper.”
“Oh, that was awful! I forgot about the big change from book to movie.” Isabelle says.
“You’re right. A book is almost a bond with the reader.” Emma says. “That bond can change with a movie.”
“Exactly. My idea may be different from what the movie portrays.” Isabelle says. “It’s just about how it will sell.”
“So true.” Emma sighs. “Whatever makes money.”
“So this is why I’m not sure if I want to see the movie.” Isabelle says.
“Well, if you decide to go you’ve got a movie buddy. I’ll supply the Kleenex.” Emma says with a smile.
“I’ll think about it.” Isabelle replies. “I really did enjoy the book, so maybe the movie matches my view.”
The two friends continue chatting, enjoying each other’s company.
‘Who’s the most interesting person (or people) you’ve met this year? Give characteristics and what makes them unique.’
I decided to write character traits about my dog, George.
Day creeps into night, but he still prefers to stay outside. His black fur coat hopefully keeps him warm throughout the night. I peak under the tree where he lays spread out in his huge hole he proudly dug. I whisper if he wants to come inside, but his green eyes just stare back and his body firmly stays in place.
It is now morning and tree sap sticks in clumps in his fur. He appears so scruffy with sap, dirt, sleep in his eyes, and fur falling off as the summer grows near. He’s still my adorable dog, George.
George really is a gentle giant at 90 pounds of Labrador love. Get near and he’ll gladly snuggle or play. However, don’t expect much play as this dog only plays when he desires. This old and greying dog, perks like a puppy for any treat, big or small.
Keys are heard and tennis shoes are seen as George’s excitement grows for his evening walk. This old puppy can’t hold still as his leash is put on. His world awaits to fully explore and make it his own.
George outside at night in his hole.