“Vigoro…us, Vigoro…us, Vigoro…us,” the young tenor sang out enthusiastically.
The exasperated choir director called the young man’s attention to his mistake again.
“Once more, it’s not vigorous. It’s Figaro, sung with intent!” the director sung the passage clearly and finally the young man understood his choir director.
The next morning, the choir director entered the choir room coming to a dead stop. In the middle of the room stood a large camping tent and the very beautiful but still inarticulate voice of his student could be heard rehearsing, from inside the tent.
“What are you doing?” The choir director demanded hotly.
“What you told me to,” he smiled. “I am singing Vigorous In-Tent!”
In response to Cyranny’s 1MinFic Photo Prompt Challenge above for March 16, 2022 by Cyranny and Beneath the Surface Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge March 15, 2022 by Go Dog Go Cafe’
The men stand tall and erect in their longboats, watching beneath the surface of the murky green waters with difficulty.
Not because the water was murky or the sun was sweltering; both of which were true, but not the cause of their great distress and malady.
Forbidden emotions cloud sane thoughts. Awareness of each other forms a murky taboo ridden web trapping them tightly.
A new-found attraction burst into being, rocking both men to the core of their souls. They couldn’t wait to delve beneath the surface tonight.
The first time that we met that day I saw upon your stately head a hat of a hat, a hat like no other. A lovely hat, a manly hat you wore upon your head.
My gaze wondered up and up your height quite astounding, so I had to go on tippy-toe to give you a proper greeting. I did then you bent down low.
You whispered in my upturned ear a soft, melodic hello. The sound of your voice, your breath so warm and sweet. I hadn’t a clue before I knew you about things stirring within.
Now when I see traveling through the crowd, a stately head indeed. Upon that head a pretty site the same I spied back then. That lovely gray Derby Flat Cap upon your handsome head.
Three neighbors sat on their front stoops discussing the what if’s in life. Naturally, the unprovoked war in the Ukraine was the main topic of discussion.
The neighbor living the farthest away from the other two and closer to the aggressor, advocated for a swift and immediate attack by our armed forces to protect everyone before the war-monger stepped foot on USA soil.
But the second house, the one in the middle, said the USA needed to ignore any and all things happening away from our borders, to save lives and money and if we didn’t bother them, they wouldn’t bother us and we could exist in peace.
Lastly, the third house was totally against any type of rebellion or attack. This fellow said the USA should just roll over, belly-up and give in to Russia because we were all going to be Russians soon enough, so why waste our young men’s lives in a loosing battle.
Soon the three were arguing and bickering among themselves, blind to what was happening around them. Quietly, without fanfare, ado or even more bloodshed, the aggressor slid in and took what they had always been wanting. The USA.
