OLWG #280-What Happened?- Wrong Number

This week’s prompts are:

  1. rattlesnakes and firebugs
  2. she slipped away
  3. pieces of one another



    Wrong Number


    “Excuse me sir, you have the wrong number.”

    “I don’t care who ya are. I need hep gittin’ ’round these dang rattlesnakes ‘n’ firebugs an’ nobody else will listen.”

    “I don’t think you understand. This is a private residence, sir, and I’m located in Connecticut. We don’t have a rattlesnake or firebug problem here.”

    “Boy howdy! How’d ya tame all of ’em then? What’s your secret? These varmints … “

    With her potatoes boiling dry on her stove, she slipped away and shut them off as the stranger ranted on yet returned hearing his last question because of an empathy she’d immediately felt from his desperate tone.

    “… once they were gone. So, lady you’re gonna have ta hep me now, ya see?”

    “Mister, are you alone?”

    “Ain’t cha bin listenin’? It was Doris, Chris, ‘n’ me ’til July, once they were gone, I’ve only got the wee pieces of one another left over. Now it’s me agin them rattlesnakes and firebugs ‘n’ they’re hungry!”

    She thought, “Hmm… he must be a Morman. Poor man is all alone and grieving two losses. No wonder he’s a bit desperate and confused.”

    “I’m sorry for your loss, sir, but how could I possibly help?”

    “Send me more rats jus’ like Doris ‘n’ Chris so I can raise me more snake food and have your people come clean up all them leavings layin’ ’round so I can git rid of them pesky bugs! Do you take Visa or Mastercard? … Hello?”.


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Reena’s Xploration Challenge #243- Legendary Response

Situation 1

Your character finds an old, disposable camera on the ground. They get the photos developed. What they see tells an unsettling story.
Local legends tend to become exaggerated over time, so newcomers often do not take them seriously.
*
Sissy was the new student in the Greenville High School 11th grade having relocated in August after a bitter divorce between her parents. Her hopes were high to settle into a lifestyle that was ordinary, even mundane would be good, after all the drama in the year, so far. Her father’s full custody order couldn’t have come soon enough for her, so the quick purchase of the “fixer upper” house and a speedy move 200 miles away from the tempest of ‘wrong doings’ and ‘accusations’ was welcomed.

Most of her classmates were ‘locals’. In fact, they were SO local that their family names were posted everywhere. The Watson General Store, Hathaway Park, and Dawson Memorial Cemetery covered more than half of the surnames in the 32-member 11th grade class.

Lunch was therefore a gathering of cliques and cousins, so Sissy chose to sit alone at first.
“Hey”, she thought, “At least there’s no hysterical screaming.”
By the second day, she couldn’t help but observe a lot of pointing and whispering in her direction going on.
*
On her first examination of her new, long-vacant, ramshackle home, Sissy had a blast finding ‘ancient’ artifacts!
A collection of eight track music tapes, a disposable camera, something called a ‘shoehorn’, and piles of old newspaper clippings. Some of them dated as far back as the 1960s. The largest number of those clippings pertained to the disappearance of a young girl named Abigale Dawson.
“Figures” Sissy thought, “They’re all cousins here.”
Her Dad, in an effort to keep Sissy’s spirit of adventure alive, volunteered to take the disposable camera to be developed.

On her first Friday, while Sissy occupied her solo spot in the cafeteria, she was joined by a girl she hadn’t seen before but having just been ‘coasting’ through her first days, she didn’t find it particularly odd.
The girl was very pretty but extremely quiet only murmuring a “yes” or “no”, now and then, so Sissy decided to give her time to warm up and just enjoyed her company.

The next day was Saturday, so Sissy continued her treasure hunt by examining the clippings more closely.
She was stunned to find a photo of her house in far more pristine shape.

This was the home of Abigale Watson!
And by reading subsequent articles, Sissy learned that Abigale was never found but stories about her haunting the house were frequent and sensational in that town for decades. In fact, the clippings were primarily focused on that topic.

Dad’s voice startled her interrupting her creepy investigation.
“Sorry Peanut, the pictures didn’t develop. They were too old.”
Then he tossed a packet of five on her lap.
“Just shadows on a few of them. The guy ran them a few extra times so he said the images might have more substance given a while, but he seriously doubts it.”

Sissy stuffed them in her pocket and then into her bedroom dresser. She’d had enough of all this spooky stuff.
“Ordinary” she said, ” I want some ordinary for a change. Hauntings my eye!”

A month elapsed and by then Sissy had made some friends who filled her in on Abigale’s disappearance and told tales of people who had tried to occupy the house she now lived in. Every former owner supposedly had suddenly left, and all claimed frightening occurrences had been the reason.
Sissy yawned at all the hysterics after a while and told them they’d watched too many horror flicks.
*
She hadn’t even given her shy, “first friend” a second thought since she’d been asked to join a group, so her heart sank when she saw her, totally alone, shuffling by her house focused on her own feet. Guilt suddenly consumed Sissy, so she tapped on the window and offered a “happy to see you” wave. The girl paused, smiled, and waved in the same exaggerated fashion then continued.

That night, Sissy was jolted awake by the sound of her squeaky dresser drawer closing. And, standing there in her bedroom, was her shy pretty friend with a photo that she was holding out for Sissy to take.
“How’d you get in?… Why?!”
Sissy took the photo and gasped.
She’d forgotten all about the under-developed photos from the ancient disposable camera and on this one was a perfect image of that very friend!

The photo fell to the floor as Sissy screamed frozen in terror… all alone in her bedroom.


Song Lyric Sunday- 5/1/22-Madonna

Prompt words are …suit, shirt, dress, pants.

Of all the songs that I considered fitting the prompt, this is my favorite. Madonna has so many great songs! It’s a song that even the naive can sing and never realize the ‘naughty’ message. LOL
I doubt that I’ll be the only one who chooses it. 😉

Dress You Up” is a song by American singer Madonna from her second studio album Like a Virgin (1984). It was released as the fifth and final single from Like a Virgin on July 31, 1985, by Sire Records. The song was the last track to be added to the album as it was submitted late by songwriters Andrea LaRusso and Peggy Stanziale. Madonna pushed for the song’s inclusion on Like a Virgin as she particularly liked its lyrics. Musically, “Dress You Up” is a drum beat driven dance song featuring instrumentation from guitars and vocals from a choir, and a guitar solo played by Nile Rodgers, who also produced the song. The lyrics are an extended metaphor for fashion and lust, comparing dressing up with passion.

“Dress You Up”

You’ve got style, that’s what all the girls say
Satin sheets and luxuries so fine
All your suits are custom-made in London
But I’ve got something that you’ll really like

Gonna dress you up in my love
All over, all over
Gonna dress you up in my love
All over your body

Feel the silky touch of my caresses
They will keep you looking so brand new
Let me cover you with velvet kisses
I’ll create a look that’s made for you

Gonna dress you up in my love
All over, all over
Gonna dress you up in my love
All over your body
Gonna dress you up in my love, in my love
All over your body, all over your body
In my love
All over, all over
From your head down to your toes

Gonna dress you up in my love
All over, all over
Gonna dress you up in my love
All over your body
Gonna dress you up in my love, in my love
All over your body, all over your body
In my love
All over, all over
From your head down to your toes

Gonna dress you up in my love
All over, all over
Gonna dress you up in my love
All over your body
Gonna dress you up in my love, in my love
All over your body, all over your body
In my love
All over, all over
From your head down to your toes

Gonna dress you up in my love
Gonna dress you up in my love
All over, all over
Gonna dress you up in my love
Gonna dress you up in my love
In my love
All over your body
All over your body

Gonna dress you up in my love
Gonna dress you up in my love
All over, all over
Gonna dress you up in my love
Gonna dress you up in my love
In my love
All over your body, yeah love me boy

Gonna dress you up in my love
All over your body
All over, all over
From your head down to your toes
Gonna dress you up in my love
Gonna dress you up in my love
All over your body, yeah love me boy

Gonna dress you up in my love
All over your body
Gonna dress you up in my love
All over, all over

d’Verse Poetics Prompt- Confidence Is A Crow

The challenge is to write a poem in the first person that compares some trait of ours with something animal. It should not be a whale, but another creature (mammal, fish, bird, insect, etc.) with which we have something in common. The title should be the animal thing, in the same way Marjorie Saiser chose ‘The Print the Whales Make’.

Call me what you wish,
I sing for no one.
Melodies?
Banal ; Humdrum.
You’ll note once I complain
Ruffling feathers and casting doubts,
Then I’ll disappear.
You’re left to study the remains.
My cleverness needs no color.
Primed and proud,
I’m purposefully fearless.
Notice, as I notice you.
A shadow with a sharp eye,
Unashamed to fly,
Confident enough to walk.
Call me what you wish,
I sing for no one.


Poetics: The Print the Whales Make | dVerse (dversepoets.com)

Song Lyric Sunday – Anguish/Misery/Torment


Okay… Motown (R&B) is one of my FAVORITE genres!
I was thrilled to find the word ‘anguish’ in this awesome hit by the immortal Jackson 5.
Gloria Gaynor did it too. A double treat.
You don’t want to get me started on Smokey Robinson, The Supremes, and The Temptations.
Enjoy!

Never Can Say Goodbye. ” Never Can Say Goodbye “ is a song written by Clifton Davis and originally recorded by The Jackson 5 . The song was originally written and intended for the Supremes; however Motown decided it would be better for the Jackson 5. Released as a single in 1971, it was one of the group’s most successful records.

I never can say goodbye, no, no, no, I
I never can say goodbye

Every time I think I’ve had enough
And start heading for the door

There’s a very strange vibration
Piercing me right to the core
It says, “turn around you fool
You know you love him more and more”
Tell me why is it so
Don’t want to let you go

Hey, I never can say goodbye, boy
Ooh baby, I never can say goodbye, no, no, no, hey

I never can say goodbye, oh no, I
I never can say goodbye

I keep thinking that our problems
Soon are all gonna work out
But there’s that same unhappy feeling
And that anguish and that doubt
It’s that same old dizzy hang-up
I can’t do with you or without
Tell me why is it so
I don’t want to let you go

Hey, I never can say goodbye, boy
Ooh baby, I never can say goodbye, no, no, no, ooh
Hey, I never can say goodbye, boy
Ooh baby, I never can say goodbye, no, no, no, no, no, no

Hey, I never can say goodbye, boy
No, no, no, baby, hey, I never can say goodbye, no, no, no
Please don’t let me say goodbye
I just cannot say goodbye

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