Daily Prompt: What public figure do you disagree with the most
Daily Writing Prompt: What was the best compliment you’ve received?
When I was about 16 I was playing guitar in rocks bands. You’ll have to take my word for it that I used to be able to rock those tight clothes and even though my face could stop a clock, when I was playing the guitar nobody was really looking at the mess stuck in the front of my head.
So it is easy to remember the best compliment I ever got because there hasn’t been a lot of them. But still. If you only get a few this is the one you want:
I was working part time in a Mall at a T-shirt shop and because it was the first shop near the entrance way the ” Mall Walkers ” who lived at the retirement home got in and out of their van near our door. Some of the would stop in to say hi or come in if the weather was bad to wait for their van if the weather was too cold.
There was this one older gentleman who used to stop in and say hi and goodbye and sometimes we talked about movies and books and my writing. I really liked him because he had deep posh British accent and he looked just like Douglas Fairbanks JR.
My Grandmother and my Grand Aunts loved Fairbanks Jr to smithereens so yep. I knew who he was.
One day I was wearing a dress and I had gotten my hair and makeup done because I was going to be in a family portrait after work and who should walk in and see the new me?
My Favorite Mall Walker, that’s who.
He walked right up to the counter and smiled at me and then he said in that beautiful voice of his,
” Anita, you make that dress look
Oh. My. God.
I had never felt pretty before that day and I never really did after that day. But I do remember what it was like to feel pretty at that moment and when I think about it now, I toss my hair over my shoulder just a little and I blush.
Inspired By RDP Friday: Satyr
In the Spring, Nature goes a little crazy
like a teenagers and adults who take a look at that one face,
brush up against that one arm in a crowded room
and their blood starts to boil in the center of their gut and goes roaring through their
veins leaving them breathless and flushed and wondering if there is toilet paper stuck
to their shoe or a wad of ketchup or chocolate coating their front teeth, did their
underwear have rips in it, did their socks match?
And if it doesn’t occur to them in that moment but it will one day
this was the only time they ever felt lust and love at the same exact
and that they didn’t care how lost they were and that they didn’t care if anyone would
ever find them and bring them back to their senses again.
Inspired by the Daily Prompt: Do you believe in fate/destiny?
When I think about the people I know
the ones who believe that fate and destiny brought them their true love
and that house above the Sea
where the sunsets are always golden and the sunrises are full of birdsong
and everyone who lives next door to them
stands when they are told to stand and sit where they are told to sit
and if that snap collar around their neck was a little tight now and then,
digging into their flesh, why complain? Why fight it?
Fate did this, Destiny helped.
This was meant to be.
The people in my life who believe in fate and destiny
took what they wanted, and said what they had to say, to convince the face that
looked back at the from their bathroom mirror with that slightly skeptical look
that it was Fate and Destiny that brought them to where they are now
complete with snap collars and birdsong
through absolutely no fault of their own.