Three Things Challenge #476

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Your three things today are:

MISTRESS
EXPECTATION
ANYWHERE

My wildest dreams could not compete.
For such promise to come anywhere near bespectacled, bow-legged, book nerds such as myself, impossible.
I found her in a book. At least, I found the spell, temptation.
When I began to gather ingredients, it wasn’t serious.
Preparing the room was a laugh. Expectations were non-existent.
But there must have been a seed of hope. Otherwise, why did I take such care. Reading and reading again the words. Setting everything up, just right.
Candles fluttered, and curtains flapped in jerky, convulsive shudders.
Then, centre of the pentagram, there she was. Resplendent! Magnificent!
I squealed like a girl, danced on the spot, spinning, and spinning, hands to my face.
The spell promised a friend, confidante, love, and wealth. In one fair bundle.
A glimpse in the mirror as I spun past and I stopped.
Reflected back was not that  beautiful, statuesque woman, straight out of Vogue.
This was a withered hag, thin and grey, straggly hair, and toothless face, grinning at me.
Mistress,” she croaked, a spider crawling from her mouth.

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Three Things Challenge #461

The three things today are:

BRING, GAVE and CONTRIBUTION

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Bring home the bacon. There’s a designation of duty well established.

I gave, and I gave, and I gave … designation of another sort. Remarked and reflected upon.

With many a maligned partner asking, “what has your contribution been to this relationship?”

If I’m honest, my generational biases could come into play if I were the reader, and not the writer. At first glance. Before further analysis.

I might assume that …

The husband is the bacon bringer

His unappreciated wife, the giver; and that

Either of them could be the whining and unhappy partner. The supplier of the ingredient, or the one cooking said pork.

Whichever is the provider.

I reflect on how easy it is to disenfranchise and discriminate by pigeonholing people, stumbling into an abyss by misuse of language, by interpretation.

Filtered by perception, generation, gender, colour, circumstance. Country of birth.

Through eyes of the child.

Words should bring clarity. They often bewilder. Obfuscate.

Even with the best of intention.

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Three Things Challenge #426

Three Things Challenge #426 words for today are:

INTRICATE
UNJUST
CENTRE

The man I love. Light of my life.

A dimming light.

Lost to the wilderness of drink, drugs, fear.

I tried to be his CENTRE, to hold him fast.

To encourage and remind him of all we had.

I cry UNJUST. Life is cruel, unfair.

Love, comfort, companionship could not beat his demons.

The INTRICACIES of life, marriage, responsibility, overwhelmed.

The man I lost.  Light diminished.

Surrendered to night.

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Three Thing Challenge #424

Three Things Challenge #424 by pensitivity101. Three things today are:

BEAUTIFUL
GLOW
REAL

I watch him reverse the car into our driveway, with a modest nonchalance. That simply beautiful, man‑skill he flourishes every day. His hands loose, yet confident on the wheel.

At the beginning, I fell in love with his hands. Graceful, long fingers, slightly tanned, not too hirsute. They somehow spoke of real strength, and gentleness. Not heavily calloused, but not effeminate either. They confirmed my impressions of the man I’d often observed.

He wasn’t overly refined. He was just solid. He was in his early 20s when we met, carefree it seemed, easy-going, friendly and dedicated to his work. Quick to praise his co-workers, modest about his own achievements.

He was boyishly handsome, not classically. There was something about him though. Dark features, tall and lean, well sculpted biceps but not from the gym, from manual labour. So, an office boy, but used to physical work. As it turned out, his was a farming background and he’d supported his university studies in the real world, during seeding and harvest.

A fair and caring man, but practical. Not gushing, not sentimental, but reliable, interested, spontaneous, and nurturing.

A man, yet still a boy. A professional, yet somehow still a bumpkin. Detached, yet still engaged. Looking. Searching. Although he didn’t realise it.

The man I met, fell in love with, married and gave children to. A man that took on my first child as his own, supported us all with joy and hard work.

The man I glowingly love.

My husband.

Eric Mauritius 2010

Three Things Challenge #421

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Crispy critters round for tea

On the eve of Christmas

Better cut the biscuits up

Need some offset sweetness

Who the hell invited them

Something from a nightmare

Not our fault their boiler blew

Spoiled our Christmas di-in-ner

(To the tune of Good King Wenceslas)

Three Things Challenge set by pensitivity101. Today’s three words were: better, crisp and cut

Three Things Challenge #391

Today’s three things are:

COVER
CHOICE
INSTANT

I forgave her in an instant.

In a long week of travel, there’d been missed texts, lonely hotel rooms, and I was feeling dejected.

The meetings hadn’t gone well. It was hard work pushing the board’s agenda onto unwilling prospects.

I was worried. There’d been no choice. I’d had to rush off to New York when the senior partner became ill.

Sarah cried and declared me a heartless husband as I’d got into the taxi.

It was an important week for her.

The ultrasound scan; our first child. Her 30th birthday party; booked for six months.

I knew that I’d let her down, badly. But I felt unloved and misunderstood.

When I arrived at our front door, suitcase rolling behind, Sarah surprised me. Opening the door before I could use the key.

She laughed and rushed to hug me close.

The smell of delicious cooking wafted behind her. I could see the table was set, with a fancy cloche over the serving plate.

Sarah hurried me inside, helped with my coat, loosened my tie, and herded me to the table.

“Sit. Sit.” She said.

Then lifted the cover off that plate and screamed, “Twins!”

Three Things Challenge #386

Three things are: Street, Busker and Vamp

I plunge into the street, ploughing through the crowd surrounding our local busker.

Adrenaline courses through me as I run for my life, leaving the sanctuary of my apartment, where I’ve spent days hiding.

I wobble, nearly falling on the cobbles, as I desperately look behind for my pursuer.

Screaming agony as my ankle twists, sweat pouring down my back, hair in my face, I continue my desperate struggle through the cruising shoppers.

Suddenly, the Vamp appears before me. I stop dead and stare. He smiles widely, teeth exposed, canines glistening.

He pulls me close, leans into my neck and breathes me in.

Three things challenge #373

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Your three things today are:
RECORD
HANG
THREAD

Want a challenge? Well, here’s one.

Try and ignore the talking heads that litter our news feeds and fill us with dread.

Pandemic 2020, explosive Lebanon, recession looming, debate debacle.

Record unemployment, hanging by a thread.

One million coronavirus victims officially dead.

Overtly privileged white men vie to lead a country.

They represent an attitude that’s ugly.

How can we ignore the doom and the gloom?

Read a book.

Take a walk.

Call a friend and talk.

Watch a movie – not TV. Don’t want to be distracted from your joie de vivre!