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March Pi-Archimedes #18

daffadowndillies

they’re back again
daffodils
beautiful narcissus, daffadowndillies, jonquils,
daffodils
by any other name smell
awful…maybe it’s just me…I think they stink!

~kat 😷

Turns out, it is just me! Daffodils and they’re cousins are actually a lot like cilantro. Some people find them quite fragrant. Me, not so much. Daffodils nor cilantro! I’ll pass on both!!!! 🤣


The Pi-Archimedes verse is:
○ a hexastich, a poem in 6 lines.
○ measured by the number of words in each line 3-1-4-1-5-9 to match the numerical sequence of the first six digits of Pi.
○ unrhymed.
Pi=3.14159…


January Biolet #30

the dopplers never lie to us
save yourselves a tempest’s coming
panic surges and then nothing
a spot of rain for all this fuss
save yourselves a tempest’s coming
the dopplers never lie to us

~kat

So…true story. I live in a mid-Atlantic state. When the weather forecasters utter the “s” words, snow…sleet…people here panic. Now I grew up in Chicago and it’s suburbs, so I’m not used to this sort of thing. We learned how to drive in the stuff as teenagers. Not here. The prospect of an inch or two of snow followed by freezing rain and plummeting temperatures causes all manner of mayhem. Schools and businesses close. Store shelves are depleted of milk and bread and if you happen to be at work when the stuff starts coming down there is a steady shuffle to the parking lot to get home before it gets bad. I know, because my cubicle is situated at the exit door.

Yesterday was one such weather event day. Just after noon a light rain started. My desk is near a window so there was an occasional glance over my shoulder to assess the situation. “Here it comes!” said one onlooker. “You need to get out and home before it gets bad,” said another. “Don’t stay too late.” “Be careful out there.” By now the schools had closed, so the parents were the first to escape danger. Then the rest of the staff made their way out into the tempest, which after an hour or so, had passed. The sky was bright blue with a few soft wisps of white. But the weather forecasters had told us to expect up to two inches of snow. One can’t be too careful you know. It all made me laugh!

As for me, I stayed on to the end of my shift. I got a lot of work done. No interruptions. And when it was time to go, I was rewarded with the most beautiful red sky sunset.

So that is what inspired my Biolet today. There were still rumblings if doom uttered today. It’s supposedly going to be very cold, not as cold as those North of us are facing, but cold. It is winter after all. This too shall pass. 😄🤣😄


The Inheritance

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PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

“I like it there. It fits in nicely with the decor, don’t you think?”

Charles laughed, “If you say so, dear! Every home should have a 12th century gothic relic.”

“Don’t laugh!” It is the only thing I have of value from my parents. It’s been in the family for centuries. I’m not selling it in the estate sale!”

“That’s probably a good thing Diane. I doubt it would bring much at auction with that “Made In China” stamp on the bottom.”

“What? Let me see! Oh my god!”

“Sorry Diane. You’re right though. It looks great on that wall.”

~kat

100 words for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Friday Fictioneers Flash Fiction Photo Prompt Challenge, inspired by the photo by © J Hardy Carroll above.


The Crime Scene

Shortly after arriving at the crime scene, the sheriff asked the coroner, “What do you think happened here Doc?”

“Well, Sheriff, it appears that this fellow’s right brain spontaneously exploded…”

“Is that a thing?!” the sheriff asked incredulously, as he turned, wide-eyed, in time to catch the coroner laughing hysterically.

~kat 🤣

For this week’s Three Line Tale Challenge inspired by this photo by Ricardo Viana via Unsplash.


The Fish Pond

Photo by © Connie Gayer.

Ned’s wife wanted a fish pond.

“Oh Ned,” Charlotte swooned, “you know I’ve always dreamed of it. A shallow basin swimming with beautiful koi, water lilies, edged with smooth boulders, horsetail reeds, lizard tails, I love those, and corkscrew rush…and maybe a little fountain, with lights. Betty told me their guy installed it all in a day. Should I call him? She said he’d give us a fair price.”

Ned nodded, as his dear wife spoke. “I can do it honey,” he said.

Three weeks later, knee deep in spring water Ned relented, “Char…that guy….you still have his number?”

~kat

99 Words for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Friday Fictioneers flash fiction challenge inspired by this photo by © Connie Gayer.


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