Short Story

Peppermint Twist

This is a little piece I wrote a few years ago
for Christmas Eve. Some of you read it back
then. I reworked it for New Year’s Eve and I
like it better than the original. Hope you do, too.

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Short Story

Wordle: It’s Too Darn Hot

Written for Di’s MLMM Monday Wordle #383.

weather, heat, energy drained, sleep, cover, dark, light, escape, hide, cool, mix

For the past few nights my sleep hasn’t been good but last night was the worst of all. We had a power failure! This was definitely not cool! No AC and nowhere to go to escape the heat. My apartment was dark and all the lights outside were off so I knew this was a widespread blackout, likely covering miles and involving the entire apartment complex. I aimed a flashlight at the thermometer on my balcony. Big mistake: it read 98ΒΊ! Somehow knowing the temperature made it worse. And the mix of humidity and heat made everything feel gross. I desperately needed to get some rest. Winding my way into the bedroom, I heard a sound like heavy breathing coming from the bathroom. Sweeping the room with my flashlight, I located the source of the sound and I simply had to laugh; my dog Fred found somewhere to hide away from the heat and was fast asleep on the floor of the marble shower! This oppressive weather had done a number on him, too, poor guy. I was drained of all energy. I grabbed a small battery operated fan from the shelf, set it for high and collapsed onto the bed. I was asleep in seconds.

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This is β€œIt’s Too Darn Hot” by Ella Fitzgerald

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Poem

Paying The Price ~ A dVerse Quadrille

Today at dVerse Quadrille we are asked
to wrote a 44-word poem using the word “touch”.

He cried out,
fingers
instantly blistering,
the tender skin
red and peeling
like
a
scalded
tomato.

Whimpering pitifully,
he went in search
of his
mother,
hoping for
a
gentle
touch.

β€œFoolish boy.
You were
warned
not to
touch;
now you must
pay
the
price.”

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44 Words

The Rolling Stones, β€œPlay With Fire”

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