Genre: Fiction Title: Breakfast for Two Word Count: 100
I was literally so excited all week, I could barely function. I found myself starting to cook breakfast for him days before it was time for our second Sunday morning breakfast date. Finally, after days and days of worrying over what placemats to use, where the silverware was supposed to be placed; was it salad fork first or spoon? No, spoon goes over the plate, appetizer fork first. Not having appetizers before breakfast. Silly me. We were drinking Mimosa’s made with fresh juice I’d squeezed myself. The doorbell rang, he was here! That’s when the emergency sirens blared to life.
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Remember never to throw stones, they most likely will get thrown back at you and with better aim! Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
Pointing in wonder at the huge thing made of fiberglass, fabric and optical lights behind the thick glass in the museum display, the youngest boy asked his dad what it was.
The dad looked up and could not believe how tall it was or that something living could ever get so big.
Amazed, he turned to his own dad, the youngest boys Grandpa and asked if he knew what the thing was that had captured the rapt attention of all of them.
Their grandpa strained to lift his head, his arthritic neck complaining so loudly, they all heard the ominous popping of his joints as he looked up and up higher and higher.
When his eyes finally reached the top, a small tear formed in his hazy eye when he told them it had been nearly a hundred years since he had seen one.
His eyes grew misty as he remembered and told them a story with love and longing how these used to grow by the thousands, created forests and woods and homes for all the wild creatures of the earth and he said with subdued reverence, that’s a replication of a tree my loves, extinct so long ago I’m sad to say and all the children echoed his word with innocent adulation, tree.
The first little angel out of the gate, bounced on the biggest fluffiest cloud he could find. He was sure his cloud was the softest and fluffiest one ever.
The second little angel did a swan dove into her fluffy cloud. She exclaimed that hers was softest because she sank down just a tad.
The third and forth little angels, twins you know, bounced so hard they bounced over onto the first little angels cloud where they played merrily and loud! Theirs was certainly not the softest cloud.
The fifth little angel was timid and sweet. He was so tiny he even had tiny feet. He could not bounce alone because his legs weren’t full grown, but a sweeter little angel you’d never meet.
So glowing grown-up Angel, held him over the most softest cloud, holding the little boys tiny body in the palm of his glowing hand. Said he not to be afraid, because soon he would land into the very loving arms of a mom and a dad.
In response to De Jackson, aka whimsygizmo, host for dVerse Quadrille Monday. Prompt word CHALK used within a 44 word poem.
She stepped over the threshold hesitant Hanging in mid-air before her a chalkboard Her life’s history written in white chalk on the chalkboard Detailed year by year and day by day minute by minute Were those seconds delineated next to every single minute?