Poor Thing

“.... trapped under the rubble, was no choice but to amputate.”

I’d recounted the events so many times.

“Poor thing”, they always said.

“Poor thing - no way.  Lucky me. Could’ve been both legs.” 

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33 words written for Trifecta: Week Seventy.

Using the word prompt lucky with context producing or resulting in good by chance : favorable

Trifecta Writing:

Birds

I miss him.

Every day, he comes. Same time, same place. Pushing his worldly possessions in a shopping cart, he stops by the fountain. From the cart, he extracts a little folding chair, which he opens and places next to him. From his pocket comes a slice of bread. Then, sitting down, he meticulously breaks the bread into tiny pieces. These are spread in a gentle arc about him. The grass instantly turns into a carpet of birds. For a few moments, it is a sea of beaks, feathers and claws. Then, just as quickly the birds evaporate, and it is green again. With no time wasted, he folds the little chair and packs it back into the cart. Off he goes, purposefully pushing his world in front of him.

Then one day he isn't there. Nor the next and the next.

What has become of him. His humbleness has managed to infect me profoundly. A man with nothing, but always enough for the birds. I think of him often. I miss him. I hope he is happy.

Who will feed the birds.

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Written for Trifecta: Week Sixty-Nine
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Using the word infect with the context:

a : contaminate, corrupt <the inflated writing that infects such stories>  
b : to work upon or seize upon so as to induce sympathy, belief, or support <trying to infect their salespeople with their enthusiasm>

Five Minutes

Five minutes
Five minutes, shit
What do I write
I've got to get something out
Thirty Three words
What
Aaaaaaaarghhhhhhhhhh
Think
There must be something
Clever
or
Witty
or just stream of consciousness
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Written with just 5 minutes before the deadline for Trifecta - Trifextra week Fifty Seven. A bit indulgent, but I challenged myself at the cusp.

Doctor Doctor

A Doctor doctoring

Is better than

A doctoring Doctor

Especially when

The doctoring Doctor

Practices doctoring

Additively adding

Spreading and scraping

Such Doctor is not

Fit to be doctorer

If I am doctoree

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Written for Trifecta Challenge Week Sixty-Eight

Using the word Doctor with context:

a : material added (as to food) to produce a desired effect

b : a blade (as of metal) for spreading a coating or scraping a surface

The Fence

Painted white, and in perfect repair, the fence was what drew me in. The building, like all those in the area was dilapidated. Cladding gaping, glass panes missing, broken downpipes, sagging roofline, the surrounds a jungle. The fence was by no means new. Plants and weeds had tangled around the palings, but the paint couldn't have been more than a season old. No fading or flaking. The gate, locked with a simple padlock, showed no sign of wear, and the shiny hinges were free of rust. Too low to bar entry, I leaned my bicycle against it and climbed over.

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Written for Friday Fictioneers,

No Entry

It wouldn’t open

I knocked

I rang

I kicked, pushed

Got a sledgehammer

A drill, a crowbar

It wouldn’t open

Possibilities exhausted

I couldn’t get in

Until

Someone said

Use the back door

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Written for Trifecta Writing Challenge Week 65 using the following definition of the word Exhaust:

a : to consider or discuss (a subject) thoroughly or completely  

b : to try out the whole number of <exhausted all the possibilities>

Forever

Hand in hand, the lovers ran. As fast as they could, knowing this was their only escape.

Falling in love left her no choice. Fearing the anger of her father, Penelope knew she must run away before he found out.

Although it pained to leave her father, mother and sisters, being with her love outweighed all else.

But Zeus had spotted them. They could no longer be trusted. As punishment, and, a signal to her sisters Penelope would be frozen. No longer taking human form, she was left with her lover, a monument, and warning to the remaining nine muses.
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Written for Friday Fictioneers.

http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/friday-fictioneers-2/

Based on on the prompt at:

http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2013/01/09/11-january-2013/