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Twittering Tale #127 – 12 March 2019

About the challenge: Each Tuesday I will provide a photo prompt. Your mission, if you choose to accept the challenge, is to tell a story in 280 characters or less. When you write your tale, be sure to let me know in the comments with a link to your tale. If you would prefer to post your tale in the comments (some people have very specific blog themes but still want to participate), I am happy to post a link to your site when I post your tale in the Round Up.

A final note: if you need help tracking the number of characters in your story, there is a nifty online tool that will count for you at charactercountonline.com.

I will do a roundup each Tuesday, along with providing a new prompt. And if for some reason I missed your entry in the Roundup, as I have occasionally done, please let me know. I want to be sure to include your tale.

Finally, have fun!

And REMEMBER…you have 280 characters (spaces and punctuation included), to tell your tale…and a week to do it. I can’t wait to see what you create this week.


Before we get to this week’s roundup there is a missed (sorry JP, your link got lost in my approval folder…wierd) and a late entry (welcome to the challenge Frank!) for week 125 – The Unmade Bed…

By JP at Wide-Eyed Wanderer
Just Another Night
“Passion isn’t love, there are no knights in shining armor, and no happily ever afters,” she whispered to the mirror. A single tear slid down her cheek as she clasped the diamond necklace. She wiped it away, put a smile on her face and walked out to the waiting Mercedes.
character count 273

By Frank at Frank Prem Poetry:
Wrinkles
rumpling
from your body
a shape
you
laid and left
unmade
am I
I bunch
my fists
in doona
close my eyes
against
a weeping
see you dancing there
as little wights
all darting
staying away
beyond my reach
I touch a pillow
follow
with my hand
all your tracks
mapped out
and familiar
as wrinkles


Twittering Tale #126 – The Roundup

Photo by Johnathan Basquez at Unsplash.com

Starting us off…
The Sign
“There’s your sign Donna.” 
“No it’s not, Jon. I meant stars aligning. You know, magic.”
“Looks like a sign to me. Go on, have a look.”
Donna stepped inside. The scent of roses filled the candlelit room. She turned to find Jon on one knee. 
“Well? Whadya think?”
“Best sign ever.”
~kat
275 Characters

By MSJadeli at Tao Talk:
Donna’s phone dinged.
Text: “bring pkg to south end of burlingame street at 9”
She texted, “where exactly?”
Return text: “you’ll see”
At 8:50, Donna saw the red neon sign. She parked the car in the shadows and started walking.
Someone grabbed her from behind. Everything went black.
[280 characters]

By Reena at ReInventions:
It Happens
“I like the superimposition of neon signs on the original lettering.”
“It looks disoriented to me.”
“You are right, but that is how expectations and dreams change. It could be a different color pointing in a different direction tomorrow.”
(236 characters)

By The Dark Netizen:
The Sign

The sign reads that. I had asked for a sign from the heavens. I could not see where I was going in life. I needed some divine intervention to help me think. The man on top listened to me, and pointed me in the correct direction. The liquor store….
Character Count: 260

By Amritha at Igniting Hope:
This is It!
Having waited for the right moment, wondering about the if’s and but’s, the realization finally dawned. The reharsing mind took a stand. 
“My life – My way. This is it”. 
People who matter don’t mind and those who mind don’t matter!
When she smiled this time, her soul smiled along. 
(280 characters)

By Kristian at Tales From the Mind of Kristian:
Sign Merchant
The neon sign glowed brightly despite being the middle of the day.
This is it!” said the sign.
Looking at the dilapidated building he felt a victim of some hoax. The sign clearly had an H missing between the S and the I.
Surely this couldn’t be the merchant’s guild?
[264 Characters]

By Lady Lee at Lady Lee Manila:
This is It!
Springtime splendour
This is it at last
Days are getting warmer
Winter cold has passed
This is it at last
When everything is bright
No more overcast
Perfect day to fly kite
Days are getting warmer
And birds are singing
Watch them bloom the flowers
Time to go biking
(255 characters)

By Fandango at This, That, and the Other:
My New Bar
“So what are you going to call your new bar?” David asked.
“This Is It,” Ben said.
“This is what?” David asked.
“My new bar.”
“You’re calling your new bar ‘My New Bar’?”
“No. This Is It!”
“Fine, if you don’t want to tell me, don’t. I can never get a straight answer out of you, anyway.”
(280 characters)

By Willow at WillowDot21:
This is It
A Sign From Above
Gab returned the tools he had borrowed from Joseph. Mary smiled and offered him a cuppa. Gab enjoyed tea and a chat with the big man’s mum.
Meanwhile Satan was stunned who had dared to put up that dodgy sign at the entrance to his domain. Gab smiled at Mary, was the tide turning?
(280 Characters)

By Jo at A Creative PTSD Gal:
Desert Proof
Deep in the desolate desert, a rumored oasis sits. 
Shawn’s dad swore it was there but warned that it’s a wasteland for society’s failures to quell their thirst.
Ten long days he traveled and at the end of the tenth night, ‘THIS IS IT’ glowed in the darkness.
Now he sits and drinks.
Characters: 280

By Sadje at Keep It Alive:
The Sign
The kids were so excited to be in the treasure hunt. They were given a map each with a set of clues. They reach the derelict barn one after the other but nobody knew where to go from there. Suddenly Maisie looked up and saw the sign, she pointed to it and said, look here is it!
Character count: 279

By CSNelson at Don’t Forget the Half:
This is It!
Anna quickly realized she’d fallen victim to another bad date. There she stood near an excited Sam as he announced choices of eateries, each sounding more absurd than the last.
“This Is It!”
“Might-As-Well”
“Crooks Corner”
Anna thought, could these be signs of the night ahead?
(278 char)

By Di at Pensitivity101:
‘Property Bargain!’ the ad read, so we made a phone call.
‘You can’t miss it’, the agent had said. ‘It’s clearly signed’.
Well, he got that right.
144 characters.

By Melanie at Sparks From a Combustible Mind:
Neon No
John stared at the old building. He remembered the night he took Suzanne dancing at the “IT” Club.  The place was responsible for his situation, tied to a wheelchair for the rest of his life, and the death of Suzanne. They were so young. He should never have taken that last drink.
(Character Count 281).

By Regina from Help from Heaven:
A Safe Place
Hurt badly, she drove. “Lord, I need a safe place. Please, give me a sign!” She nearly missed it. “This is It” flickered on as she came up to the exit! It led her to a hidden women’s shelter. She entered and the sign went dark, awaiting the next desperate soul. God had answered. 
(279 characters)

By Maranda at Maranda Russell:
This is It
“It was meant to be my swan song. I pulled out all the stops…the moonwalk,
the sequins, the white glove, the gangster getup for Smooth Criminal.
It was the only chance my children would ever have to see me live on tour. When I said This Is It, I meant it, but it came too soon…”
(280 characters)

By Teresa at The Haunted Wordsmith:
This Way, Cheryl
Cheryl was not the brightest bulb in the box. She wasn’t even the dullest star in the night sky. Everything in her life had to be spelled out for her in clear, unmistakable terms. Even the Grim Reaper had to spell things out for her.
233-character tale

By Tessa at Tessa Can Do It! Positivity is Catching!:
Donna searched for a sign for the scavenger hunt. She was in an industrial park.
She found a sign that said, “THIS IS IT!” and pointed down to a box.
She heard a yip!
Opening the box, she found a puppy. What can you expect from a scavenger hunt put on by the SPCA?
263 characters

By Deb at Twenty Four:
The sign had said it all, ‘This Is It’ but that had been years ago and now it was all just a decrepit old ruin. Some would have shaken their heads and walked away but not her.
She’d seen opportunity and she’d been right.
Tours of the old nightclub had proven a runaway success.
(276 characters)

By Ennle at Abandoned Amenities:
This Is Our Place

Bored with burgers, pizzaHungry for something newExciting…we drove aroundExploring, found old part of Town, a little scary but weWere young-in-love-adventurersAnd there it was, crazy signLured us into best un-celebratedRestaurant for international cuisineThis is our place now!

By Hayley at The Story Files:
A Sign
Following the directions, Ben arrived outside the building. Taking a deep breath, he hoped this job interview was a success. He knocked on the door and whilst he waited, noticed a sign above. He smiled and agreed with the words.
Yes. This is it, he thought.

By Beatrix at The Pink Seam:
Rock-Bottom
The drugs, the partying, the random men fellated before depraved onlookers—her goal was to find her ‘rock-bottom’ so that she might start over from there.
Standing under that alley sign to take her last hit, had she realized? The police did..when they removed her body.
 (270 characters)

By Peter at Peter’s Pondering:
Detective Mike (Dense) Pence, received the tip from Donald, his C.I.
It’s going to be big, really big, Donald said! A whole lot of bad people will be there, and you’ll catch the lot. They are meeting at the corner of 5th and Main. You can’t miss it!
Mike couldn’t find the place!
(280 characters)

By Kate at Everywhere and Nowhere:
Killer
‘I wonder what it is?”
‘What are you talking about?’
‘That sign we just past on the abandoned building’
‘What did it say’
‘This is it, in a big arrow’
‘Maybe it’s for those annoying characters in horror movies that always go to the creepiest place when there is a killer on the loose.’
Characters: 280

By Deepa at Sync with Deep:
this is it!
aren’t we
lollygagging
within ourselves?
us 
fooling our minds
and 
our minds
fooling us… 

By JP at the Wide-Eyed Wanderer:
Old McDonald
A grim reminder of the days when the McDonalds had run the little side show still glowed neon. The sign’s tip fell. It now pointed at a red stain where Old McDonald had been eaten by the tigers he once held captive. It was a gruesome sight, still it did bring in the tourists.
Character count 278

By John at Broadsides:
The signature dish, at Harold’s café in Hastings is rib eye steak, served rare, with a rich Normandy sauce and small eyeball potatoes pierced on an arrow-shaped kebab stick.. If you ask any local for directions to Harold’s café they will tell you, just follow the arrow.


Well, it’s a wrap! Thank you to everyone who joined the challenge last week. As always, your tales are wonderful! For this week a bit of “noir”. The dictionary states that noir, while being French for the color black, is also the description for crime fiction featuring hard-boiled cynical characters and bleak sleazy settings. I love this photo by Pixel2013 at Pixabay.com. It has that noir quality to it, don’t you think? This week, let’s have a little mystery and intrigue, or whatever strikes your fancy, in 280 chararacters or less, and “just the facts, ma’am” (how many of you are old enough to know that quote? ;)). Have fun and I’ll see you next week at the roundup.


Twittering Tales #127 – 12 March 2019

Photo by Pexel2013 at Pixabay.com

Red

Murdoch took a drag off his Lucky Strike. Smoke mingled with the steam bellowing from her pistons.

Red was a real beauty, with sleek lines, a classic, but she was stuck; a pile of cold iron and steel, she had all but given up.

Then she whispered, “I think I can…”

And she did.

~kat


Twittering Tales #126 – 5 March 2019

About the challenge: Each Tuesday I will provide a photo prompt. Your mission, if you choose to accept the challenge, is to tell a story in 280 characters or less. When you write your tale, be sure to let me know in the comments with a link to your tale. If you would prefer to post your tale in the comments (some people have very specific blog themes but still want to participate), I am happy to post a link to your site when I post your tale in the Round Up.

A final note: if you need help tracking the number of characters in your story, there is a nifty online tool that will count for you at charactercountonline.com.

I will do a roundup each Tuesday, along with providing a new prompt. And if for some reason I missed your entry in the Roundup, as I have occasionally done, please let me know. I want to be sure to include your tale.

Finally, have fun!

And REMEMBER…you have 280 characters (spaces and punctuation included), to tell your tale…and a week to do it. I can’t wait to see what you create this week.


Twittering Tales #125 – The Roundup

Photo by Jay Mantri @ Pixabay.com

Starting us off…
The Unmade Bed
The officer scratched his head, “I’m sorry ma’am, what’s the problem? This is your son’s room? Is he missing?”
“He’s at school.”
“Um, OK. How old?”
“He’s 15. He’s always been such a neat boy. Then this! Something’s terribly wrong. Drugs maybe?”
“I’m afraid he’s a teenager ma’am.”
~kat
280 characters

By Reena at ReInventions:
Siblings
Pillow fights are now a thing of the past, soft and all forgotten, forgiven in the morning.
Words thrown around – carelessly or with a deliberate intention to pierce the heart, do hurt a lot more. But we are grown up now, wiser and know all about inheritance and wealth management.

By MsJadeli at Tao Talk:
The hotel room door clicked shut. Slowly, painstakingly, the pillows, sheets, and comforter inched their ways back up onto the bed. Exhausted they huddled together. Big pillow said, “Usually the humans hug and snuggle us. These ones threw us off and f*cked all night long!”

By The Dark Netizen:
Messy Bed
My bed’s in a mess, again.
No surprise there. I tossed and turned a lot last night. These damned nightmares often keep haunting me. I make a mess of the bed when I get such dreams. Sometimes, I make even more of a mess, like last night.
Nights when the nightmares come alive…

By Deepa at Sync With Deep:
Of Responsibilities and Compromises
clink clank
shake bang
this bed has
many stories
to say
day time responsibilities 
and 
night time compromises… 

By Rollercoaster Ride on Life, a very nice story inspired by the prompt: Pillows.

By Kate at Everywhere and Nowhere:
Dreamland
fluffy clouds called me to dreamland
where I often wander for hours
always surrounded but always alone
the adventure is always different
one thing remains a constant
my adventures are never completed
always interrupted
Characters: 214

By Kristian at Tales from the Mind of Kristian:
A Dirty Bed
The cleaner thought “What kind of person would act so slovenly to leave their bed this way?” She found a used needle and other unsavoury items but she left the room looking tidy.
It wasn’t her fault. How was she to know it was the exhibit the gallery had paid a cool Million for?
[279 Characters]

By Fandango at This, That, and the Other:
Otherwise
“Why do you sleep with so many pillows?” his girlfriend asked. “You have only one head.”
“I need two behind my head,” he said. “Otherwise I’ll get dizzy. I need one in the small of my back. Otherwise I’ll get a backache. And one beneath my knees. Otherwise my feet will swell up.”
(279 characters)

By Di at Pensitivity101:
Mark approached the bed and tentatively reached out to pull the bunched sheet back.
Two soulful brown eyes looked up at him from the billowy whiteness, well, all except the yellowing stain the puppy was sitting in.
213 characters.

By Teresa at The Haunted Wordsmith:
The Bed
Lustful encounter. Child’s wrestling match. Slumber party pillow fight. It had seen it all – all the joys and happiness in the Isley family. Ever the loyal provider. It comforted them as flashes of light lit the room and they took their last breath.
249 Characters

By Willow at WillowDot21:
Art Jim.
Art Dealer:”What do you mean it’s art. Do you think I came down on the last train. The colour is all wrong too white the lines too crisp. Just too clean it’s been done before. Dirtier unsanitary even where are the dirty clothes? Have you anything original”
Artist: “A cow or a pig”
280 Characters

By Ron at Read4Fun:
The Remains of the Night
The war had been hours in preparation. Both sides had enough forces and weapons. Where would the battle take place? Annie Green’s war was a rout. The Battle of Mary Hastings was a draw. Now, it’s all out victory or friendships would suffer. It’s difficult to organize sleepovers.
280 characters

By Regina at Help from Heaven:
The Memory Maker
She looked at the bed, aware that with company about to start arriving, she should make it up. But, his outline and his smell are still there. In her grief, she wasn’t ready to erase him. He had lovingly called their bed the Memory-Maker. Oh, what a sweet life they had shared!
277 Characters

By John from The Magic Shop:
She thoughtlessly made these beds, one after another. It was for her kids, that’s all that mattered.  A second job at this hotel meant a better future for them. She would work through the arthritis in her knees hoping her family may someday be able to afford a room like this.
(279 characters)

By Michael at Morpethroad:
He returned to bed to find her gone.
The dishevelled nature of the bedding said so much about the night’s fitful sleep.
It wasn’t one of their wonderfully sexually driven nights,
The heat put an end to that inclination.
They tossed and turned.
He found her curled up in the spare room.
(280 characters)

By Maranda at Maranda Russell:
Empty Bed
Olivia sat on the edge of her daughter’s unmade bed. She ran her fingers over the ridges and bulges of the white blankets. She leaned down to sniff the fluffy pillow at the head of the bed, then laid her head down on it heavily.
She’s really gone. The pain hit hard and fast.
(275 characters)

By Anita at For the Love Of:
Yearly Check-Up
Cat Dr. Visit
“You already got out the carrier.”
“Yep.”
“You don’t get it out until right before you get ready to leave.”
“It’s under control.”
“I bet not. Do you even have a clue where he is?”
She points toward the bed and its rounded shape under the sheets.
“It’s all under control.”

By Peter at Peter’s Pondering:
Come in Carruthers, Can you hear me? Over.
I hear you loud and clear! Over.
Thank god, I thought we’d lost you. Can you confirm you are still under cover? Over.
Yes. Rest assured, I’m still on the case, and in the case. Over.
Well done. Let’s catch this sleeper agent napping. Out!
(278 characters)

By CS at Don’t Forget the Half:
Teenagers, right!?!?!
“Mom, have you seen my uniform?”
His room showed all the signs of a teenager derelict in his chores – messy bed, spilled sunblock, and meatloaf leftover from dinner.
Mom walked in, almost tripping over his charger. “I’m fascinated you can even find your thoughts in here.”
(271 char)

By Anurag at Jagahdilmein:
Home is Where the Heart is!
I struggled to hold back my tears as I looked at the disheveled pillows. They reminded me of Grandma, gone away now, forever.
I choked up as I remembered her gentle smile and kind eyes.
If only she’d agreed to leave the pillows when the pest control human had been called.
273 characters.

By Ennle at Abandoned Amenities:
Ageless Romance
Sweet piercing passion
Escape from ennui
Tossed pillows, wrinkled sheets waft
Raw perfume, afternoon romance
Did I say I love you?
Yes…you relish the moment your
Name becomes dawn-out keening
On my lips
We aged together
Not realizing we’re “old”…like
Teenagers soon craving “next time”.
(280 characters)

By Jo at A Creative PTSD Gal:
Mom’s Words
‘You lay down with dogs, you’ll wake with fleas,’ Sam’s mom warned. A friendship, once innocent quickly had a bad influence on Sam.
Now, just released on bail he crawled into bed.
‘OW!’ Sam pulled back the covers to find his bed swarming with fleas.
‘MOM!’ he yelled.
‘I told you!’
Character Count: 279

By Sadje at Keep it Alive:
Another of those nights, she wasn’t sure that she could take more of them. The memories and the guilt would strike at her mind just when she is about to drop off to sleep. Why? She hadn’t meant to it happen. It was an accident. But the subconscious would keep on reminding her.
Character Count; 278

By Tina at Tina Stewart Brakebill:
The Mistake
It was so white. How could that be? Her eyes searched the bed for telltale signs beyond the humps and wrinkles. But she could find nothing. The more she stared, the hazier it all became. Whitewashing her memory till she was convinced. It was just a dream. Not a terrible mistake.
280 characters

By Deb at Twenty Four:
It’s the first day of the Olympic Games Joan, do you think this first event is going to prove as exciting as we anticipate?
Well Mike, expectations are high but I’m sure we won’t be disappointed.
I agree Joan, The Princess and the Pea, it’s going to be an enthralling competition.
(280 characters)

By John at Broadsides:
There are hard scenes of crime, with violent blood splatters, DNA, semen, maybe a knife or a gun or a hammer, perhaps all three. And there are soft scenes of crime where the only sign of death was a muffled grunt beneath a downy pillow.

By Hayley at The Story Files:
Bed Days
Sundays was made for spending in bed undisturbed watching classic TV shows, reading huge books and relaxing away.


Twittering Tales #126 – This Is It – 5 March 2019

Photo by Johnathan Basquez at Unsplash.com

The Sign

“There’s your sign Donna.” 

“No it’s not, Jon. I meant stars aligning. You know, magic.”

“Looks like a sign to me. Go on, have a look.”

Donna stepped inside. The scent of roses filled the candlelit room. She turned to find Jon on one knee. 

“Well? Whadya think?”

“Best sign ever.”

~kat
275 Characters


Twittering Tales #125 – 26 February 2019

About the challenge: Each Tuesday I will provide a photo prompt. Your mission, if you choose to accept the challenge, is to tell a story in 280 characters or less. When you write your tale, be sure to let me know in the comments with a link to your tale. If you would prefer to post your tale in the comments (some people have very specific blog themes but still want to participate), I am happy to post a link to your site when I post your tale in the Round Up.

A final note: if you need help tracking the number of characters in your story, there is a nifty online tool that will count for you at charactercountonline.com.

I will do a roundup each Tuesday, along with providing a new prompt. And if for some reason I missed your entry in the Roundup, as I have occasionally done, please let me know. I want to be sure to include your tale.

Finally, have fun!

And REMEMBER…you have 280 characters (spaces and punctuation included), to tell your tale…and a week to do it. I can’t wait to see what you create this week.


Twittering Tales #124 “Lost” – The Roundup

Photo by Gavilla @ Pixabay.com

Starting us off…
Lost
“It’s right here! Just like I told ya’s.”
“But the club is on River Bend. We’re on Canal.”
“I saw a cafe on the corner.”
“Admit it Bud. We’re lost.”
“Shhhh Anne…”
“Oh they can’t hear us. How ‘bout it Sue, lattes and scones?”
“Perfect.”
Ten minutes later…
“Hey where are the girls?” 
~kat
278 Characters

By Deepa at Sync With Deep:
Struggle
he had travelled
the seven seas 
and 
the seven continents…
yet
he struggles 
to find his way
strange is his name
-Mr Wind…

By Willow at WillowDot21:
Lost
All morning wandering around the city. They’d seen many places of interest. None in the right place though! Stopping to discuss where to have their picnic. Dave made a discovery. ‘Bob’ he scolded ‘you’re using that map upsidedown.’ Karen muttered ‘should of gone to Specsavers.’
(Characters 279)

By Nova at My Namaste 365:
Typical Tourists
“The Trade Center Towers memorial is 350 kilometers past that bus stop, mate!” Geraghty emphasizes. 
“Oh poppycock! That isn’t even a bus stop,” Omar followed,” It’s a trash can. Put your glasses on.” Geraghty chuckled a bit, while searching for his bifocals. 
“Ah, lad, you’re right. I see now that it is a stop sign.” Geraghty commented. “Yesh!” Omar whispered. “Franz, the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier is there, to the left of The Washington Monument.”
The problem that kept repeating; however, is that drivers were on the left side of the street.
546 Characters – Nova mentioned that she was having trouble with the 280 characters on her blog. Keep trying Nova. You’ll get it. 😉

By Kristian at Tales from the Mind of Kristian:
Helpful Directions
“Excuse me, we’re lost. Can you tell us where we can find a hotel?”
“Sure, Buddy, straight down there, turn right at the garden centre. It’s number 11. The best hotel in town.”
When they arrived a sign by the door said: “Welcome to the House of Desire”.
“Looks nice,” Keith said.
[276 Characters]

By Fandango at This, That, and the Other:
Damn Tourists
I hate them. The tourists. Always stopping me on the street, asking me how to get to here or there. Do I look like a freakin’ tour guide? Haven’t they ever heard of Google Maps? Type in the name of where you want to go and it shows you a detailed map directing you there. Sheesh!
(279 characters)

By Teresa at The Haunted Wordsmith:
A New Day
First day jitters got to everyone that morning. It was understandable after what had happened, and they were happy just to have won the lottery – millions did not. George and Jen headed out with map in hand to find the coffee shop. They were happy when two campus guides helped.
278 Characters

By Reena at ReInventions:
Born Without
You were born without a sense of direction. And I am fool enough to plan these trips with you….
Trust me, I remember that we have to go left from here. We did that last time.
 <Sigh> Last time was when you were ten years old….
“Dad, we have Google maps,”  interjected a sane voice.

By The Dark Netizen:
Map
“Ron, I think we have to go that way.”
“I agree with you, Bud.”
“Guys, are you sure we are going the right way?”
“Yep.”
“Sure?”
“Positive. You ladies need not worry about a thing.”
“Oh boys, we are not worried about anything, other than reaching the Annual Cartographers Meet, on time.”
Character Count: 280

By Di at Pensitivity101:
Lost
‘OK everyone. We’re looking for 15 Piedmont,’ he said.
‘ We take a left, then the second left and next left’.
‘According to the map that will bring us back here you idiot’.
‘That’s right. It’s behind us.’
‘Very funny Joe’.
218 characters

By Tina at Tina Stewart Brakebill:
The Annual Route 66 Scavenger Hunt Caper
Six years. No wins. But now it was Frank’s turn. Ten days building alliances. Then a little misdirection. That’s all. It wasn’t cheating. It wasn’t! Real Road fans didn’t need directions to Sprague’s Super Service. He’d be wearing that Route 66 Scavenger Hunt Crown by day’s end!
279 characters

By Regina at Help from Heaven:
Entertaining Angels
They saw the couple poring over the map. Margaret thought they should just keep walking and let someone else help them. But Jim went over and and asked if he could help. The couple were so thankful. Later, Jim said to his wife, “You never know if we just entertained angels.”
(275 characters)

By Kate at Everywhere and Nowhere:
it’s all fun and games…
‘It’s definitely down here!’
‘We’re never going to win at this rate.’
‘Darling I think the map was the wrong way up…that’s fine you two go ahead, why listen to me.’
‘If Jim ever says the words orienteering, competition and fun in the same sentence again remind me that I’m busy.’
Characters: 278

By Melanie at Sparks from a Combustible Mind:
Twittering (and no texting)
Rory * hated this.  If you stopped for directions, every idiot with a vocal cord would show up to ‘assist’ you. Rory looked at the map again. The bald guy, unasked, kept insisting they go down the road clearly marked “DEAD END”.  Rory should have followed his own instincts.   
(characters: 274)

By Michael at Morpethroad:
They were sure they had the right address. They hadn’t visited Grandma in a few years.
Where her house used to be was a new shopping mall.
They argued until one remembered Grandma saying to meet her in front of the butchers.
The butchers was where her old house once stood.

By Anurag at Jagahdilmein:
Tourist Traps
“Eiffel Tower? Just take a left,” I told the couple, “and then the 2nd right.”
The couple thanked us eagerly and moved on.
“That’s one good deed done for the day,” said my wife.
“Yup,” I agreed, “Sparky is going to be real grateful when these rich bozos stumble right into his arms.”
280 characters.

By Deb at Twenty Four:
It had been a lovely evening, all the family had gathered to celebrate her hundredth birthday and she had felt both loved and honored but then it happened.
The great grandchildren decided it would be amusing to bring out the candid photos.
It wasn’t.
(248 characters)

By Sadje at Keep it Alive:
Lost
Are we lost?
Of course not, I am never lost. I always know where I am and where I am going.
Then I think we should ask someone for the way
But we aren’t lost, I just told you
Let me have a look at the map maybe I can figure it out
No it’s okay we are almost there.
Sigh!
Character count= 276

By Ron at Read 4 Fun:
Not In My Neighborhood
Found this map on the internet. Look at this; they are everywhere! I thought the government would give us notice a few days before they placed one of them in our neighborhood. According to this map, they are everywhere among us. It’s time to move again, but where? Hide the kids!
279 characters

By John at Broadsides:
“Look, you go down this block until you reach a little cross, then you choose which block to take next” “Blocks are so frustrating,” said his wife, “why can’t we just wander about like we used to?” “But they make it easy to navigate, you’ll never get lost or confused again” “Bloody stupid blocks” said his daughter.

By JP at The Wide-Eyed Wanderer:
Oblivious
People stood on the street outside the offices of Paranormal Investigations arguing over directions. Heedless of the sullen thrumming coming from the building’s interior, they chattered on. They didn’t even hear the shrieks as the ground split swallowing the entire city block.
character count 280

By The Indieshe:
“To cure us of our cyber megalomania, the crafty Grandpa set up a treasure trail in the old town with a holiday in Paris as the prize.
With our smartphones confiscated,we were given maps to find our way.We had no Google to find how to read the Map.
Grandpa won and is in Paris!”
(276 characters)

By Jo at A Creative PTSD Gal:
Lou’s on 66
‘Look, Bruce, if we go left here we’ll get right back on to Route 66.’
‘I see that Leo but if we want to eat at Lou’s we need to go straight.’
The two men argued about the Route 66 trip while their wives snickered.
‘Should we tell them Lou’s is around the corner?’
‘Yeah, and on 66?’
Character Count: 280

By Maranda at Maranda Russell:
Route 66
“Route 66? I remember that road.”
“Great, thanks for the reminiscing, but that doesn’t tell us how to get there.”
“That is a road you only find by following your heart, not a map.”
“Thanks Big Bird, but we aren’t exactly looking for Sesame Street!”
“Shame..I could get you there too.”

By Peter at Peter’s Pondering:
Anthony was not told where his transplanted arm had come from.
He would have loved to know so that he could thank the family of the donor.
He was happy with his new limb, but there were a couple of things that irked him.
The worst of these was the constant urge to give Nazi salutes!
(280 characters)

By Margo at That Little Voice:
Lost in Twittering Tales
“Go 30 meters, that way, turn left. Go 100 meters, around the circle, take the first exit to the right, drive that way for another block.”
“But the map says…”
“No, no, go that way, you can’t miss it, unless you miss the curve at the end of the cul-de-sac…”

By Leena at Soul Connection:
Road Trip
“R v gng 2reach destinatn 2day?”She Askd Fldng Hnds
He Tk Map Frm His Frnd To avd Her Stern Look Frm Glasses
“Ahem we r on rgt track.Turn frm tht block n we wl b thr”His Frnd Tried To Assure
“I think v lost for 3rd tym.Unfrgtfl nvr endng road trip”She Put Her Hnds In Pckt”Lets Gooo”

I loved all the dialogue this week. Well done everyone! And welcome to our newcomers. I hope you’ll be back. I noticed a few of you picked up on the Route 66 decals on the tourists’ matching jackets. Great attention to detail. Thank you for joining the challenge last week. For this week, a familiar scene. Pillows. But there could be so many stories behind this unmade bed. Insomnia, rebellious teenagers, the heartbreak of chronic illness, a crime scene, love’s afterglow. Oh the tales these pillows could tell…if pillows could talk! Do tell. What are the pillows telling you! (in 280 characters or less of course). I’ll see you at the Roundup next week! Have fun!


Twittering Tales #125 – 26 February 2019

Photo by Jay Mantri @ Pixabay.com

The Unmade Bed

The officer scratched his head, “I’m sorry ma’am, what’s the problem? This is your son’s room? Is he missing?”

“He’s at school.”

“Um, OK. How old?”

“He’s 15. He’s always been such a neat boy. Then this! Something’s terribly wrong. Drugs maybe?”

“I’m afraid he’s a teenager ma’am.”

~kat
280 characters



Twittering Tales #122 – 5 February 2019 – It starts with one word…

About the challenge: Each Tuesday I will provide a photo prompt. Your mission, if you choose to accept the challenge, is to tell a story in 280 characters or less. When you write your tale, be sure to let me know in the comments with a link to your tale. If you would prefer to post your tale in the comments (some people have very specific blog themes but still want to participate), I am happy to post a link to your site when I post your tale in the Round Up.

A final note: if you need help tracking the number of characters in your story, there is a nifty online tool that will count for you at charactercountonline.com.

I will do a roundup each Tuesday, along with providing a new prompt. And if for some reason I missed your entry in the Roundup, as I have occasionally done, please let me know. I want to be sure to include your tale.

Finally, have fun!

And REMEMBER…you have 280 characters (spaces and punctuation included), to tell your tale…and a week to do it. I can’t wait to see what you create this week.


Twittering Tale #121 – The Roundup

Photo by Oleg Magni at Pexels.com

Starting us off…
She knew the recipe by heart. Butter, flour and sugar, a few drops of vanilla. These days bakers use fancy appliances to mix the dough, but not Irene. She’d press the flour and butter between her fingertips Into a buttery dough. “Makes the cookies sweeter,” she’d say with a wink.
~kat
278 Characters

By Michael at Morpethroad:
He loved the fair lady and his cooking skills illustrated the ultimate expression of his love. The shapes were standard, the magic ingredient would make all the difference. He sprinkled each with love and baked with care and affection. She swooned. He knew he was on a winner.

By The Dark Netizen:
Cookies
She had arranged the shapes neatly in rows.
She stood back and observed the cookie dough. Her grandchildren loved her cookies. She checked the clock. Just enough time left to bake. She hoped her star and heart cookies would be good enough.
Good enough to win masterchef…
Character Count: 270

By Violet at Voilet’s Lentz:
Perspective
Carmina’s lackluster, cookie cutter existence was quickly put into perspective by a complete stranger- she never even saw- as simultaneously he jabbed what could only have been a gun into her back- and spat the words “Gimme your dough lady. All of it.” gruffly into her right ear.
Character Count: 280

By Deepa at Sync with Deep:
the wait…
once
the cooking
and baking
never seemed
to be enough
today
boxes of snacks 
and cookies
wait for
a lonely kitchen
to sing
once more!!

By Fandango at This, That, and the Other:
Secret Ingredient
“You’ve been open for barely a month,” Donna said, “but your bakery is a such a success. There is a long line of people waiting outside to come in and buy your cookies.”
“It’s my secret ingredient,” Ann said.
“Which is?”
Ann smiled. “If I told you, it wouldn’t be secret, would it?”
(279 characters)

By Kristian at Tales from the Mind of Kristian:
Love Biscuits
“See her over at the bus stop? She used to create the loveliest biscuits in the world. You know what the secret ingredient was?”Sally asked.
“No. What?”
“Love” She replied.
“Is that why they were the best in the world?”
“No dear, that’s why the hygiene inspectors closed her down.”
[279 Characters]

By Douglas at Help from Heaven:
Proud to be a Baker
Todd’s father wanted him to become a doctor, a job for a real man. But, Todd creates treats that bring joy to people’s souls. When they eat his inviting cookies, they forget their troubles for a little while, giving their hearts time to rest. He considers himself a healer.
(275 characters)

By Di at Pensitivity101:
She’d cooked their favourite biscuits, stars and hearts, for the men in her life after a hard day at the mine.
She heard Happy, Grumpy, Sneezy, Bashful, Doc, Sleepy and Dopey singing on the way home.
198 characters

By Teresa at The Haunted Wordsmith:
What Did I Sign Up For
Fifteen jobs. I had to keep this one or I could kiss my apartment goodbye. The ad said it would be a fun job with a different task every day. I don’t consider using a different cookie cutter a different task. Is an apartment really worth this?
243-characters

By Sadje at Keep it Alive:
The tray holding the cookies was ready to be baked. Just a sprinkling of sugar required. She was famous for rainbow colored sugar cookies that were freshly baked each day. It was a way to pay tribute to her daughter who had loved these as a kid. She had died at the age of ten.
Character count 278.

By Lady Lee at Lady Lee Manila:
Mum came down and was greeted with this sight. Inside the kitchen were the joint effort of Sam and Bill. Cookies of different shapes, stars, hearts, boats and sails. They tried them but they were as hard as rocks. Oh well, better luck next time.
(246 characters)

By Reena at ReInventions:
Game of Life
ambitions nurtured
by love-filled hearts
stars in the eyes
Life –
a game of cards
with unexpected deals
shows and surrenders,
bearing the brunt
of clubs and spades
awaiting emergence
of jokers in the pack
Life –
A game of chess
where we are pawns
masquerading as queens
manipulated by Kings
(278 characters)

By Ramya at And Miles to Go Before I Sleep:
Rediscovering Love
She loved baking cookies for her family whenever they visited her..
As the time flew by, she stopped baking as they stopped visiting..
Recently, she rediscovered her joy for baking, not for her family but for her four pawed friends who visit her every day.
Character Count : 254

By Ponnz at The Swan Song:
Not This Time
Star Cookies! Jen watched the making in awe. 10 for me, No, 20?
Stars? All of them,Mom assured.
Those hearts? Your usual, giving to me atlast,she smiled.
Not this time. I’m home. A voice came.
Dad! Jen screamed. Military holidays baby,he winked.They stood hugging each other.
~Ponnz

By Lorraine at Lorraine’s Frilly Freudian Slip:
Cinnamon Twist
star-dusted cookies
mixed with
shapes of love
sugar and spice
all things nice
are not what my
kitchen is made of
oh, that sweet pinch of arsenic
special treats wrapped up in old lace
be my guest, have a little taste?
Grandma’s Murder-Mayhew Cookie Shop
(241 characters)

By Melanie at Sparks From a Combustible Mind:
Anise, so named for her grandmother’s favorite spice, sat in the storage room at the back of the bakery.  Grandmother said the girl brought her luck.  Grandmother always put a bit of anise seed spice in her cookies.   Those always sold out first.  Magic or love?  Who could say? 
(278 characters and spaces)

By Radhika at Radhika’s Reflection:
Payback Time!
Widowed young, Meg took orders for baking, to make ends meet. Her baked goodies were heavenly and she managed a decent living, to raise her son well. Now in college, her son marketed her work on social media.
Today she has a roaring business with clients all over the world!
Lettercount: 276

By Anurag at Jagadilmein:
There’s No Such Thing as a Free Cookie
She wiped her sweaty brow with a floury sleeve, feeling as wrung-out as the dough she was kneading for her 28th batch of cookies.
Maybe agreeing to cook for the seven dwarves in return for free lodging had not been that great a deal, thought Snow White ruefully.
263 characters.

By Indhu at Always!:
Bakeatouille
“The new bakery on Julia Street is the current talk of the town. Their star and heart shaped cookies are a must try” read the review on the daily. Eric gleamed at the picture of him in front of his bakery.
Little did the readers know that Remy is hiding right under his chef cap! 
<279 characters>

By Jo at A Creative PTSD Gal:
Innocent Cutouts
The investigators couldn’t find the culprit for the devastating loss of life. The cutout shapes of flour and sugar seemed harmless rolled out on the counter. The kitchen once full of warmth and life was now a cold and quiet scene.
‘Do you suppose she meant to do so much damage?’
279 Characters

By Willow at WillowDot21:
Hearts and Stars.
He was delighted, that last beating must of worked. At last she was being wifely. The smell was delicious. She gave him a plate of cookies. He ate them all to her delight.”Bastard” she thought as she waited for the poison to work. Her bags packed and ready in the car.
(269 Characters)

By Peter at Peter’s Pondering:
In every batch there was always a broken heart.
At the first bite it shattered into a dozen pieces.
Whoever ate it was guaranteed to have a dramatic failure in their loving relationship.
Some said she was a witch!
A sorcerous!
An evil hag!
Whatever she was, she sure made magic cookies!
(280 characters)

By The Indishe:
“The star shaped cookie was an amalgam of all latent dreams. She wished to shine like those bright stars on dark skies. And the heart shaped ones were a cache of her love for the diaspora around. The vanilla essence fired up a luscious aroma as she rolled out myriad shapes.”
(274 characters)

By Shweta at My Random Ramblings:
Hearts and Stars
Sarah ignored her arthritis and soldiered on.
It was her granddaughter Mia’s birthday.
Mia loved the cookies.
Sarah couldn’t wait to surprise Mia!
Unknown to Sarah, Mia’s heartbeat grew steady again.
The doctors heaved a sigh of relief.
Mia’s heart had finally settled in its new body.
(279 characters)

By Namitha at Discover When Lost:
Joy of Baking!
She was angry, she was moody, nothing worked accept the fight. 
Late night she woke up with no sleep, craving for some more sweet. 
She baked cookies until she was tired.
In no time she realised that was what she desired! 
Baking turned into passion, with fighting just an option!
Character Count: 274

By JP at The Wide-Eyed Wanderer:
The Scent of Love
I watched her roll out the dough. Her hands were worn and gnarled with age but strong and gentle still. The cookies would soon fill her kitchen with the heady scent of sugar and flour, and love. Her secret ingredient remains a secret to this day. I think it was love.
character count 272

By Ron at Read 4 Fun:
Let’em Eat Cookies
A Navy cook who had traveled the world before retirement, Cookie’s bakery job was a natural choice. Cookie wanted to give back to the community for the good life he was living. The ingredients Cookie brought from Phnom Penh where Ganja was a condiment would make customers happy.
280 characters

By Kalpana at Gemini in the Sky: (Almost Forgot…from Blogspot)
The Baker
Her wrinkled but deft hands moved creating masterpieces that melted in the hearts. Patrons would line up early morn . Technology changes people’s taste. Fancy shapes and packaging rule the market. It is time to down the shutters. The last batch of cookies would go into the oven. 


Wonderful Roundup everyone! We have a few new tweeters this week. Be sure to visit their blogs and welcome them to our fun little challenge. And to all of you…thank you once again, for adding your creative tale to the mix. All these cookie stories have me craving shortbread. They are my favorite cookies (biscuits, for my friends across the pond 😉 ). I might have to make a batch this weekend. At any rate, well done everyone!

This week we have a new challenge. You will notice that there is a short line typed on the page…”It starts with one word”. 23 characters in all. I am challenging everyone to finish the story. Which means you have 257 characters or less to complete your tale. I hope you’ll accept the challenge. The possibilities are endless. I can’t wait to see what you come up with. Have fun and I’ll see you at the Roundup next week! 🙂


Twittering Tales #122 – 5 February 2019 – It starts with one word…

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“It starts with one word Charles. Do you know what that word is?”
Sweat saturated Charles’ brow streaming down his face. He knew they were on to him.
“Geeze, guys, you know me. What’s in a word?”
“One word, Charles…”
“Loyalty. Right? Am I right?”
“Charles, Charles…you pain me.”

~kat

278 Characters




Twittering Tales #121 – 29 January 2019

About the challenge: Each Tuesday I will provide a photo prompt. Your mission, if you choose to accept the challenge, is to tell a story in 280 characters or less. When you write your tale, be sure to let me know in the comments with a link to your tale. If you would prefer to post your tale in the comments (some people have very specific blog themes but still want to participate), I am happy to post a link to your site when I post your tale in the Round Up.

A final note: if you need help tracking the number of characters in your story, there is a nifty online tool that will count for you at charactercountonline.com.

I will do a roundup each Tuesday, along with providing a new prompt. And if for some reason I missed your entry in the Roundup, as I have occasionally done, please let me know. I want to be sure to include your tale.

Finally, have fun!

And REMEMBER…you have 280 characters (spaces and punctuation included), to tell your tale…and a week to do it. I can’t wait to see what you create this week.


Twittering Tale #120 – The Roundup

Photo by Juan Pablo at Pexels.com

Starting us off:
It was Lilah’s spot; the window overlooking 3rd and Main. 
“You can set your clock by her,” said one barista. “Yep…8:15 am.” 
She’d order a coffee, black, and watch the city come to life. And wait to catch a glimpse of him. 
One day she’d get the courage to say hello. One day.
~kat
276 Characters

By The Dark Netizen:
Lonely
I look out of the window and watch the busy world.
I see how they enjoy. Their interactions look fun. Their conversations, fights, romances, even their simple hellos.
I wish I could have all of that. I miss it tremendously. It tends to get lonely.
Here, in this mirror dimension…
Character Count: 279

By Deepa at Sync With Deep:
Window
somewhere between
fighting for
the window seat
and willingly swapping 
the window seat
for a aisle seat
we all grew up… 

By Fandango at This, That, and the Other:
Lost in Thought
She was sitting inside, staring off into space, lost in thought.
I stood outside looking in at her. She seemed not to notice me.
I used my phone to take a picture of her.
I knocked on the glass, held up my phone, and showed her the screen.
She smiled and waved at me to come inside.
(280 characters)

By Reena at ReInventions:
Muse
The face pressed against the glass is an inspiration. I admire it each time I pass through the street. I am moved by the haunting smile and eyes.
The artist has done a great job. I would like to do something similar, if the muse is as good as her 😊
(247 characters)

By Kristian at Tales from the Mind of Kristian:
A Face in the Window
She was just a face in the window.
She was always there when he passed at 8:15 on his way to work.
He often thought she was looking at him, but whenever he came close, she looked away.
The sight of her face always cheered him up.
One day he’d get the courage to go in and say hello.
[280 Characters]

By Di at Pensitivity101:
It had all started here, in this place, at this table.
His arrival with the tray broke her reverie.
‘You remembering too?’ he asked.
She smiled and looked at the ring on her finger.
‘Tea for two, but last time the ring was in a box with the scones.’
245 characters

By Teresa at The Haunted Wordsmith:
Someday
They were there again, by the community garden entrance. She was laughing and he was smiling. I couldn’t help but smile too as next week that would be me with him. Once she was gone, he would see I was truly the only one for him. I pay my bill and giggle as I begin phase two.
276-character 

By Radhika at Radhika’s Reflection:
A Girl by the Window
Her debut novel ‘ A girl by the window’ catapulted Kaira from an unknown girl to a celebrity novelist. Now signing autographed copies of her book, her mind drifted back to the days when she sat by the coffee shop window observing people, where the idea of the novel was conceived.
Letter count: 280

By Joe at The Diary of a Country Bumpkin:
She was looking out of the window, what she was thinking, she looked wistful and I passed by without further thought. It was only later that I saw her photo on Facebook, when her friends had reported her suicide. I never knew her but I shall never forget, the girl in the window.

By Melanie at Sparks From a Combustible Mind:
Sarah stared out the window.  They had met on the subway.  She’d noticed his green eyes.  He caught her looking at him, and smiled.  They agreed to meet at this coffee shop, but it looked like he wouldn’t show.  No problem.  The fantasy was probably better than the real thing.   
(character count 277)

By Willow at WillowDot21:
Queen of the Road
Soon, she told herself, I will escape. She’d got her HGV licence two weeks ago. She was longing to tell her awful boss to stick his job, to sick his slimy hands and leud suggestions.
As soon as she got the result of her interview. She’d walk out of here and be Queen of the Road.
(278 Characters)

By Michael at Morpethroad:
She travelled expectant he would show.
Giddy with anticipation
She looked for the pink cravat, his telltale sign.
She remembered their correspondence, his wit and funny idiosyncrasies.
Around her people came and went.
Along the bar was a pink cravat.
Devastated she knew what it meant.
(279 characters)

By John at The Magic Shop:
Omelette
How much longer would she have to wait for her damn western omelette? A few cracked eggs, simple job. She looks out at the bagel place, wishing she had chosen them this morning. Thirty minute felt like an eternity, when that insatiable breakfast hunger controlled your destiny.
279 characters

By Anurag at Jagahdilmein:
New Beginnings
She saw him come down the street and her face lit up. He’d never let her down, she just knew it.
He came in and they kissed eagerly.
“Are you ready?” he whispered.
She just nodded.“Then come, let’s rob ourselves a bank,” Clyde said as he took Bonnie’s hand and led her out.
272 characters.

By Ron at Read4Fun:
Returned Soles
Ivy and Jairhead loved the National Games. Yesterday the King shut down the games to save money for his Palace Towers. The entire team protested, throwing their shoes in a pile. Jairhead rescued Ivy’s shoes from the mess. He remembered her size. Her ugly family would be pissed.
279 characters

By Sadje at Keep It Alive:
She has big dreams
Dreams of success
Dreams of a deep love
Dreams of meeting
The perfect guy one day
Meanwhile she is sitting
Here and waiting
Her eyes are searching
Her mind is calculating
The time it’s going to take
To get her second cup of latte
Character count #250

By Ponnz at The Swan Song:
Song of Love
Dancing coffee steams
Gentle light of dozing sun
Escorted his way along
With her eyes and heart
A love unrequited, at once
A tommorow she longed for
To feel again, song of love
in the tunes of her heart
Character count: 195

By Hayley at The Story Files:
People Watching
When inspiration didn’t come for her novels, Darcy would go to Corner Cafe and people watch whilst she sipped a latte. Sometimes little dramas would play out which Darcy could use and other times just daydreaming about the lives around her helped.

By JP at The Wide-Eyed Wanderer:
Dreams of Spring
I wonder what tomorrow holds
sunshine fair or winds so cold?
Will the sky be blue and sun be bright
or will dark clouds rain til comes the night?
I wonder what the day will bring
will squirrels play and robins sing?
As Winter ends so Spring will follow
I wonder, will she come tomorrow?
Character count 279

By Ramya at And Miles to Go Before I Sleep:
Writer’s Block
It’s been long since Maya published her novel.
Every day she would look through the glass of her favourite coffee shop for inspiration for her next. But all she gets is cars zooming past.
She wondered whether this is writer’s block or just she has nothing to say…
Character Count : 263

By Peter at Peter’s Pondering:
I have nothing to say.
My heart is empty, my mind a blank!
I can’t even post a photo of my meal because I haven’t eaten since you left.
In truth, I haven’t done anything since you left!
All I do is sit here and remember the good times.
There were lots of them.
Now there are none!
(274 characters)

By John at Broadsides:
When I remember, long ago, how we wandered, hand in hand, down these
familiar streets and lanes, and paused and kissed and told each other how much we were in love, and now, you cheating bastard, I wait to kill you.

By Margo at That Little Voice:
1956 Chevy
“It’s beautiful, but…”
“But what?”
“I can’t have it.”
“Why?”
“Where would I park a 1956 Chevy that smells like sex?”
“Under the same bridge your grandparents parked it when they did their part in creating you.”
“Oh, God.”
“Yeah, that’s what they said too.”

Awesome Round Up! Thank you to everyone who participated this week. As always, there is a wide range of interpretations. And it was also brought to my attention by our friend Kristian that we have a few tales that could very well be parts of the same story. See if you can figure out which ones. I love when that happens. 🙂


Twittering Tales #121 – 29 January 2019

Photo by Oleg Magni at Pexels.com

She knew the recipe by heart. Butter, flour and sugar, a few drops of vanilla. These days bakers use fancy appliances to mix the dough, but not Irene. She’d press the flour and butter between her fingertips Into a buttery dough. “Makes the cookies sweeter,” she’d say with a wink.

~kat

278 Characters


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