Sammi Cox’s Rules:
The challenge is simple: each week you will be given an exact number of words you can use to write a poem or piece of prose. You can use any format or style you like; go wherever your inspiration takes you. The only rules are these:
- your poem/prose must contain this week’s word. The word does not have to count towards the exact word count total – it can be in the title, or the first letters of the lines of a poem can spell it out – you can be as creative as you want as long as it’s there somewhere.
- the length of your poem/prose must match the number of words stated in this week’s challenge. No more. No less.
*continuation from last weekend and a couple of months worth
(Last Weekend I wrote)
As everyone stared at Rhonda, she started singing a song, one right after the other.
“Rhonda, are you ok,” Ron asked, beginning to worry about her. Rhonda is brash, and now she appears to be losing her mind. Rhonda is breaking down. She is singing the songs one right after the other, and she is not answering anyone’s questions. Her eyes are down, she is not paying attention anymore. Ron is afraid that she has snapped.
Connie and Ron look helplessly at each other. They don’t know what to do for her. Connie puts her arms around her and hugs her hard.
Rhonda pushes Connie off of her and sits down on a bench and opens her tote bag and begins taking everything out of the bag and lining them up on the seat. She’s still singing, though softer now as if singing to a baby to quiet it.
After tinkering with each item, Rhonda puts everything back into the bag while everyone just stares at her. She rocks the bag as if it is a baby.
Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses, also a devout Christian
Author of a book, a work in progress on the blog https://tessacandoit.com/government-property-a-memoir-as-a-military-wife/
Highlighted chapters are done and ready to be read.