Pat and I were at an antique mall recently and came across this gem. We were astonished to discover that in this universe there were three — count them three — fabrics used on this chair with the same purple-fuchsia hue.
Matchy Matchy
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Lies I Tell Myself
It seems I’m not yet old enough not to deceive myself. What lies do you tell yourself?~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I don’t have two (or three) of the ingredients for this recipe. It should taste the same without them.
I’m putting my keys in a different place than where they usually go. I’ll remember where they are.
I’ll eat only a little ice cream.
That’s a great story idea I had. I don’t need to write it down.
I don’t need the address. I’ll recognize the place when I get there.
I don’t need the instructions. How hard can it be?
I’m too tired to finish [task] tonight. I’ll get up really early tomorrow morning and finish it before I have to leave.
I’ll always remember where I took this photo, the names of all the people, the exact date it was taken.
I’ll remember my new logon and password.
On Sale
I came home one day to find the pantry stocked. Stocked with potato chips and beef jerky that is.
I asked hubby, “Are you expecting another flood?” (We have had some severe flooding and we were both stranded for several hours (in separate spots), so that was my first guess.)
No, that wasn’t it.
One for me, two for him. One for me, three for him . . .
“Are you getting ready to hibernate for the winter?”
No, that wasn’t it either.
“They were on sale,” he announced, happy to get such a good deal.
Oh, that explains everything.
Anything That Flies: Black & White
Flying above the Colorado River near Austin, Texas.
A Belted Kingfisher
An Unexpected Journey: Fiction Friday
The Friday Fictioneer Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo.
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Photo copyright Sandra Crook
An Unexpected Journey
Anne descended the stairs and stopped, as every inch of the lobby was occupied. A senior hiking club checking in, someone explained without her asking. A silver-haired woman approached her. “We want to be at the top before sundown. You’re welcome to come along.”
She murmured some excuse, returned to her room. Don’t these old people have anything better to do than to climb up the side of a cliff to see a sunset?
Laughter drifted up to her window. She looked out, saw them gathering for their sunset-seeking trek.
Grabbing her jacket, Anne ran after them. “Wait for me!”
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To read other Friday Fictioneer stories based on this photo, select the smiley blue frog.
It's a long story ... 