Trifecta- Last Train Out

As you have likely noticed, I’ve been a bit remiss in my posting frequency as of late.  But life gets busy, writers find themselves oddly silent, and the blank page is simply forced to wait.

Ironic really that I felt energized to write today and headed over to one of my favorite prompts and online communities, the Trifecta Writing Challenge, only to learn that I’d caught it on the very last week.

For the final challenge here at Trifecta, we considered some flash and dazzle, a wild prompt to send us off with a bang. What we realized was the most achingly beautiful, haunting and dazzling words we’ve read from our brilliant community have been the ones you chose when you were given the freedom to write with abandon. So we’re lovingly, and eagerly, placing the choice in your hands. There’s no topic, no word, just a free write. Go anywhere your mind wants to travel. Take us there too. Just make it count, leave your blood all over this page. Thirty-three words exactly. Of course. We couldn’t end it any other way.

Thank goodness I didn’t miss the last prompt.  This community has been so helpful and encouraging.  They really gave me a push to give fiction a go.  It’s been a true pleasure getting to know this group of talented writers.  I’m sure I will continue to cross paths with many of you as we continue our online writing adventures.

This week I leave you with a piece I call “Last Train Out”.  Enjoy.

Hands, papery.

Face, weathered.

Years leaving lines etched like rivers in a vast canyon.

Mind, hazy.

Random memories played like a matinee.

Soul, weary.

Someone had to be the last to leave.

Goodbye.

 

Adieu Trifectans!

-Melissa

 

Today:

Listening to:  Neil Finn – Strangest Friends

Eating:  Gnocchi

Random thought:  Is it a novel idea to anyone that while in the movie theater you should refrain from speaking and being on your brightly lit phone?  Yeah, I didn’t think so either.  But judging from the behavior exhibited by the couple behind us yesterday, not everyone got the memo.

 

Trifecta: I Less Than Three You

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“I’ll not ask you again. The code, what does it mean?”

“It’s not a code. Shock me all you like, you’ll not worm it out of me. You’re awfully dense for a spy.”

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**Blogger’s Note**

Love has been on my mind 24/7 lately since my major weekend event.  I’m engaged!  So I was hoping that Trifecta would provide me with a great prompt this week with which to spin a lovey-dovey tale sure to make everyone cringe from the sappiness.  But not surprisingly, they provided a prompt that can very easily be taken in a twisted, dark direction (why I frequent this link-up!)  So my 33-word tale is tinged with crazy while still incorporating love, in  a sense.

 

Stay positive & love your life.

-Melissa

 

 

Today:

Listening to:  St. Vincent – Chloe In The Afternoon

Eating:  brussel sprouts, quinoa burger, black beans, sweet potato

Random thought:  Love changes everything.

So Long Old Friend

“I’m ready,” I said, a deceptively strong face fighting back tears.

I caressed your soft fur one last time. I gazed into your sapphire eyes; you knew, somehow.

“I’m ready,” I said, but that wasn’t what I meant.

 

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33 words + the phrase “That wasn’t what I meant.” for this week’s Trifecta Challenge.

This past Saturday, I said goodbye to my furry friend of nearly 18 years,  Sugar.  I’m going to miss her sweet disposition and loving nature.  She really was the picture of a perfect cat, so eager to give love and affection.  I don’t think anyone is ever truly ready to say good-bye to family.

 

Stay positive & love your life!

-Melissa

 

Today:

Listening to: Air – Who Am I Now?

Eating:  Hummus and veggies wrap.

Random fact:  You can add Costco to the list of odd smells I enjoy.  Maybe it’s the cardboard boxes.

 

 

Trifecta- The Guest Part XXV

This week’s Trifecta prompt queued up another installment of our crazy partnership and their ever-unfolding saga of strange.  Trifecta asked us to use:

FUNK (noun)
1 a :  a state of paralyzing fear
b :  a depressed state of mind
2 :  one that funks :  COWARD
3 :  SLUMP  <an economic funk>  <the team went into a funk>

Need to get caught up on the story?  Check out all previous installments here.

And now this week’s 330 words.  Enjoy!

Me, a Dad! I just couldn’t get over the surprise of it all. I should have seen the signs all along. And it definitely explained all the odd behavior and the lingering funk she’d been in for the past few months.

As I made my way to our bedroom, any apprehension I felt melted away. This was great news!

“Baby, hey wake up. We need to talk.” I said gently shaking her awake. I guess pregnant women sleep a lot, because here she was napping at 3 in the afternoon.

She opened her eyes staring blankly at me.

“Come on, sit up. Let’s chat.”

“About what?” she managed to get out between yawns.

“About us. About the baby,” I said grinning like a fool.

“Baby?” she questioned.

“Yeah, look you don’t have to keep it a secret anymore. I know. The increased appetite, the mood swings, the afternoon naps,” I said nodding toward the bed. “It all adds up. I know. So out with it. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Yes, oh, that,” she said slowly sitting up. “Well, I guess the gig is up. Yep, I’m knocked up. Preggars. I’ve got a proverbial bun in my oven,” she said laughing nervously.

“And you didn’t want to let me in on the news? I mean, shouldn’t I know, as the father?”

“Yes, I suppose you should. Listen, I just didn’t know how to tell you. Everything feels so weird right now. I’ve got this alien life inside of me. I feel a bit out of control. Sometimes it’s like I’m not manning the helm anymore. I’m just not…myself,” she said giving me her now standard sideways head tilt.

“Do you want to know what I think?”

“Huh?” she said waiting.

“I think it’s phenomenal! I think it’s great!” I said embracing her in a hug that sent us both sprawling on the bed.

“Oh shit, sorry. I need to learn to be a bit more careful with you I suppose!”

Stay positive & love your life!

-Melissa

Today:

Listening to:  Third Eye Blind – Deep Inside Of You

Eating:  Tofu stir fry

Trifecta- Who’s Laughing Now?

Friday is Valentine’s Day.  One would think I’m the type of girl who would find the whole thing a bit contrived and utterly ridiculous.  But alas, even I am a sucker for the sickenly sweet trappings of this commercially concocted “holiday”.  It may have something to do with the wonderfully healthy and fulfilling relationship I find myself in.  Yeah, it’s definitely that.

I just knew that Trifecta was going to give me a nice lovey, dovey prompt in honor of this week and while I enjoy the emotion, it’s not my favorite of writing topics.  So, it was a cool surprise to find the exact opposite!

This week we’re asking for exactly 33 of your own words about love gone wrong. But we’re asking that you not use any of the following words:

love
sad
tears
wept
heart
pain

Nice!  To find my inner inspiration for this piece, I had to do a bit of emotional escavation and undercover some not oft thought of and long gone relationship demons.  Thankfully with age comes wisdom (well at least in this area….for me).  Dedicated to everyone’s dating anti-christ,  I call this piece “Who’s Laughing Now?”  Enjoy!
I think,

Amazing how one four letter feeling,

becomes the other in an eye’s blink.

Funny that.

Me, naïve.

You, punishing.

Me, defeated, seemingly.

And yet.

You, alone, in the end.

Funny that.

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Stay positive & love your life!

-Melissa

Today:

Listening to:Phoenix – Honeymoon

Eating:  Left over spanakopita and pasta salad.

Random thought:  The forecast is threatening icy road conditions here again this week.  Let’s hope it turns out better than last time.  I’m trusting my own judgement since currently the news it attempting to sensationalize the entire thing to feed off of our the great ATL snow debacle.

The Guest (Part XXIV)

This week I’m moving my The Guest story along once again.  This story started out as an entry for Trifecta in October and was only supposed to span that month.  Well, here we are in February still pushing toward the conclusion (which has changed in my head several times!).  Check out my last installment here.  Or get caught up on the entire story here.

The first 100 of the 321 words are also for my buddy Lance’s 100 Word Song Challenge.  If you’re not familiar, go check it out.  He writes some cool stuff (including two books….I’m just a smidge jealous)  and this week he was awesome enough to let me select the song:  Blind Melon’s “Tones of Home”.

The entire 321 are for Trifecta’s challenge this week using the third definition of the word manipulate.  Enjoy!

 

“Hmmm, what do I think? Well, for one, I don’t like the way you’re living. I mean everyday recently has been like a rollercoaster.” She said, her voice pitched perfectly in tones of my childhood home.

I silently rolled my eyes.. Here is comes; cue the judgmental sister soapboxing. How could she possibly understand? Cause, the problem, it’s here. It’s what she can’t see.

“But,” she continued. “I think I know what’s going with her.”

I leaned in waiting for her to reveal the nugget of understanding I so desperately needed.

“She’s obviously pregnant. God, you guys are so unobservant.”

—–

“Yo, hey bro, still on the phone?” she asked.

I snapped out of shock and replied, “Yeah, I’m here.”

“Well, have you found the answer you’re looking for?”

“I’m 100% sure that isn’t the answer I was expecting. I thought she’d gone looney. You know she’s been freaking out ever since the whole aquarium pod thing and then there was Cubbie. I just thought she’d completely lost it. This? A baby? Why hasn’t she said anything?” I asked.

“Shit, look at your reaction! You aren’t exactly jumping for joy ya know.”

“No, it’s cool. The idea of being a father actually feels pretty good. It’s just,” I said pausing. “Why hasn’t she told me? I’m Mr. Supportive! It’s like she simply used all of these weird happenings to manipulate the truth. Maybe she is looney!”

“Honey, all pregnant women are looney! Look, you guys haven’t exactly had the easiest last couple of months. Her body is freaking out on her and then there’s the hormones. The hormones, you don’t know anything about that!” she said.

“Me a Dad? Yeah, okay. Me a Dad! You know, it’s been an eventful and enlightening call Sis. Thanks, but I think I need to go find the future mother of my child. As per usual, she has some explaining to do.” I said hanging up.

 

Stay positive & love your life!

-Melissa

 

Today:

Listening to:  Yeah Yeah Yeahs – Pin

Eating:  broccoli and carrots with Gardein Chk’in.

Random fact:  There are few things I hate more in life than a person camping out in the left lane of the highway.  Asshole, are you oblivious to all of the cars passing you on the right?  Yep, you are.

Trifecta: Wake Me When It’s Over

This week’s Trifecta Writing Challenge asked for 33 words based on this picture:

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Thomas Leuthard / Foter.com / CC BY
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Ugh, so boring.

These cases

and motions

and the Latin.

Always the damn Latin!

But father would be proud.

His footsteps followed.

At least she’d have that after the dullness finally overcame her.

**Blogger’s Note**

This prompt got me thinking about the professions we choose and how we arrive at a career.  I know that what I’m doing is definitely not what I set out to do as an undergrad!

We’ve been dealing with a lot of legal at work right now and reading through pages and pages of legalease makes my eyes bleed.  That is one profession that does not spark my interest much at all, at least not on the corporate end of the practice.  So I imagined the girl in the image in law school or maybe studying for the bar.

Stay positive & love your life!

-Melissa

 

Today:

Listening to:  The Avett Brothers – Live And Die