July Writing Prompts: # 5 The Sting of Rejection
A funny thing happened
on the way to my grave
I thought I mattered, I thought I counted, I thought people meant what they said.
And then one day I took a breath
and landed in a ditch.
Nobody noticed I was missing
until a frantic friend called to ask me…
Do I matter? Do I count?
I know I can count on you to be there- you’re such a dear and precious friend.
He called her after dinner and told her they had to have a serious talk.
What he wanted to discuss affected them both and he was afraid that if they couldn’t come to some sort of compromise, they might have to split up.
She was devasted.
His happiness was her happiness and she worked very hard to make him happy- what did she miss how could she have gone so wrong?
They decided to meet at the park near the swings after work.
The look she saw on his face when she walked up to him at the benches by the swing sets chilled her to the bone- one half of his face was painted in bright pink fury, the other in deep blue betrayal. His lips were roughed red with disapproval and anger.
” What is it? ” she asked.
He was stern.
” If you wear makeup, I won’t kiss you anymore. I hate the way it tastes.”
She sat down next to him and tried to take his hand, but he pulled it away and scooted away from her.
” It’s my face. ” she said.
She looked into his eyes and he turned his head away. “This affects the both of us.” he said in a deep voice that rattled in his thin bony chest.
” But it’s my face. “
” It’s my face too. ” he said.
She wasn’t sure she heard him right and when she realized she had she knew she had a choice to make.
She hung her head and nodded.
He took her hand and pulled her gently closer to him.
” It’s my face too.” he sighed happily.
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It is so quiet outside.
It’s not just that people aren’t going to work, or hanging out at whatever stores they can get into where like Walmart- where it will interest you to know the Coronavirus does not exists so there so you can meander and wander around all you want. I don’t know that for a fact. I hate Walmart and don’t shop there, but I know people who do.
No, it’s cemetery quiet outside in the real world.
That’s why I have chosen this song for Jim Adams Song Lyric Sunday where the theme is togetherness.
I decided upon Slade’s ” Cum on Feel The Noize ” because even my friends and family who are under Stay At Home Orders in a house full of people they still feel separate from the world and each other.
So, if you gotta start feeling something together… feel the noise. It’s fun. Remember fun?
I do.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rftnB33goIg
Baby baby baby!
Yow!
So you think I got an evil mind, well I’ll tell you honey
And I don’t know why
And I don’t know why
So you think my singing’s out of time, well it makes me money
And I don’t know why
And I don’t know why
Anymore
Oh no
So come on, feel the noise
Girls, grab your boys
We get wild, wild, wild
We get wild, wild, wild
So come on, feel the noise
Girls, grab your boys
We get wild, wild, wild
At your door
So you say I got a funny face, I ain’t got no worries
And I don’t know why
And I don’t know why
Say I’m a scruff bag well it’s no disgrace, I ain’t in no hurry
And I don’t know why
I just don’t know why
Anymore
Oh no
So come on, feel the noise
Girls, grab your boys
We get wild, wild, wild
We get wild, wild, wild
So come on, feel the noise
Girls, grab your boys
We get wild, wild, wild
At your door
Yow!
So you think we have a lazy time, well you should know better
And I don’t know why
I just don’t know why
And you say I got a dirty mind, well I’m a mean go-getter
And I don’t know why
And I don’t know why
Anymore
Oh no
So come on, feel the noise
Girls, grab your boys
We get wild, wild, wild
We get wild, wild, wild
So come on, feel the noise
Girls, grab your boys
We get wild, wild, wild
At your door
So come on, feel the noise (come on, come on)
Girls, grab your boys (grab your boys)
We get wild, wild, wild (we get wild)
We get wild, wild, wild (yeah)
So come on, feel the noise (feel it, feel it)
Girls, grab your boys (grab ’em, grab ’em)
We get wild, wild, wild (we get wild)
We get wild, wild, wild (we get wild)
Come on, feel the noise (can you feel it, can you feel it?)
Girls, grab your boys (feel the noise)
We get wild, wild, wild (come on, get wild)
We get wild, wild, wild (get wild)
So come on, feel the noise (come on, come on, come on)
Girls, grab your boys (feel the noise)
We get wild, wild, wild
We get wild, wild, wild
Prompt: Song Lyric Sunday- Relationships
RDP Thursday:PUCE
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When my Dad
used to get angry with me
which he did often because I was never quite up to scratch
in the daughter department and he was never quite satisfied that I wasn’t a mental defective
his face used to turn an alarming shade of red when he started to yell at me.
I was always a little fascinated by that because he had red hair and green eyes that got
blood shot when he was super mad so it looked like his entire head was catching on
fire.
I would stare at him , you know waiting for him to spontaneously combust, and he
would screech
” wipe that look off of your face little girl ”
and I would try to not laugh because by the time I was 12 I was five foot five and taller
than him by an inch or two plus the thought of people going catching on fire for no
reason was comical to me. Probably too comical.
So now when I think of the color red it makes me laugh- which has created many an awkward situation when I see blood.
On the other hand when my Dad wasn’t angry with me, just overwhelmed by the
human wreckage created by half of his DNA his face would turn purple and words
would fail him and he would just stand there, turning purple and trying to burn holes
into my face with this glare that was supposed to turn me into a puddle of cowering, spineless, goo.
It never worked.
Do you know what green eyes in a face purple with rage looks like to me?
A grape with rabies.
So rage at me, be disgusted try to intimidate me
I don’t mind- take your time and give it your best shot.
I want to see if you’re going to burst into flames or turn into a rabid grape.
It’s one or the other, it always is and I am always amused.
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