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Friday, truth or tale…

 Friday
I write a story that will be truth or tale.
Some stories will be 100% truth (or close to it) others will be 100% tale.
Most will be a little bit of both.
You can decide where the story belongs.

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Image by Irina_kukuts from Pixabay

The little boy ran into the kitchen and told his mom some exciting news. “Guess what Mom! I learned a new word at school today and it’s a bad one!  “Really? You learned a bad word at school?” “Well, not in school but at school on the playground at recess.”

“So, tell me what is the word?” “It’s not a word you say.  It’s a word you do!” “Oh, okay, show me the bad word you do.” “Don’t get mad when I do it. I know bad words are not used in this house except under ‘ceptional circumstands.”  “I won’t get mad,” his curious mom said. With that, he stood up very straight, lifted his arm, made a fist, and stuck one finger up.  “It’s called the finger,” he said with a serious face.

With great effort to keep from laughing, she said, “Oh my, you best be careful who you show that bad word. Looks like a fighting word to me.”  “Don’t worry, Mom, after I show Dad tonight I won’t do it again.”  “Good to know, Son.”

She could hardly wait to see her husbands reaction to their son’s new word that you don’t say but do.  Hopefully, Dad won’t laugh when he sees the demonstration or tell him he is using the wrong finger.

 

 

 

Posted in Friday, truth or tale..., whatever!

Friday, truth or tale…

 Friday
I write a story that will be truth or tale.
Some stories will be 100% truth (or close to it) others will be 100% tale.
Most will be a little bit of both.
You can decide where the story belongs.

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Image by Ryan McGuire from Pixabay

Every Easter the Easter Bunny would come on Saturday night and hide two baskets filled with goodies, one for a boy and one for a girl.  Each basket would have chocolate bunnies and eggs, jelly beans, and eggs their Mommy boiled and decorated. They weren’t sure how those eggs got in the baskets.  Maybe Mommy left a note for the Bunny or something.  There would also be toothbrushes because with all the candy their teeth would rot if they didn’t brush them. The best part was the surprise that would be in the baskets.  Something special just for them.

The brother and sister got up early on Easter morning and impatiently waited for Mommy and Daddy to wake up and have their coffee. Once the coffee was done with it was time to search for the baskets.  It was great fun.  The Easter Bunny was pretty good at finding hiding places in their house. When they found the baskets they would be so happy with all the candy and eggs but especially with the surprises chosen by the Easter Bunny.

One year when they showed their parents the baskets and the wonderful surprises Mommy and Daddy tried to tell them that the bubble bath was for the little girl and the cap gun was for the little boy. But they wouldn’t exchange the baskets.  The Easter Bunny knew what he was doing and gave each of them the perfect surprise. After that year the surprises were of a more general nature, like socks.

Posted in Friday, truth or tale..., whatever!

Friday, truth or tale

Friday
I will write a story that will be truth or tale.
Some stories will be 100% truth (or close to it) others will be 100% tale.
Most will be a little bit of both.
You can decide where the story belongs.

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Image by equinquis from Pixabay

It was a matter of life and death.
It was important that she ask the right questions.
It was also important that she understand the answers.
She took a deep breath;

Who?    Us.
What?   Leave.
When?   Now.
Where?   Away.
Why?   Must.

She asked the right questions.
She understood the answers.
She was ready.
Then she woke up.

 

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Friday, truth or tale…

Something new for Friday.
I will write a story that will be truth or tale.
Some stories will be 100% truth (or close to it) others will be 100% tale.
Most will be a little bit of both.
You can decide where the story belongs.

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Image by GLady from Pixabay

Fifty was her favorite birthday. As a child, she did what she was told, as a teen she rebelled, as a young woman she was sad and lost. But at fifty, she felt like she finally knew who and what she was meant to be.  It was a lovely liberation from the chains of the past.

It was like she was at last free of the cocoon that held her prisoner for so long. She decided to mark the day in a special way. She got a tattoo of a butterfly! A butterfly just beginning to open its wings to take flight. Perfect!