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)
Rhonda lowered the bag she had been rocking and took out a glass teapot. She closed her eyes and seemed to be thinking about something. The expression on her face was serene, and then suddenly she raised her hand holding the teapot and threw it at the wall.
Everyone jumped, and Linda went back to crooning to something.
“You know Ron this wouldn’t have happened if you had taken me to the museum as you had promised,” Linda said.
“I thought you would like this better and we could have some time together alone,” Ron said.
“Alone?” She said. “We haven’t been alone since we got here and your wife and her retinue arrived right behind us.”
“Sorry Linda,” Connie said, “but I had unfinished business with my husband, so I followed you. You have to understand he is my husband and not yours, and now it is time for him to make a decision as to who he wants. I am not waiting any longer. You are still here in the picture. I am tired of it.”
“Linda, I am sorry, but I do owe it to Connie to try and work it out.”
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.