Being praised makes Mary uncomfortable. So when Mr. Johnson, Mary’s new boss, called her into his office to pay her a compliment, she quit on the spot. After three days of anxious idleness, Mary found the courage to return, smile confidently, and accept Mr. Johnson’s praise. Mary is still unemployed.
Praise is The Daily Post one-word prompt.
I wanna take a bite out of everything:
a donut
some fish
a giant watermelon
the girl who sits next to me in math…
I could chew thru the floor
’til I get to China
and then use chopsticks
to eat a Buddha
or maybe just a fortune cookie
that might tell me
how to get home
to my donut.
Craving is the one-word prompt at The Daily Post.
muse, you travel through me
like a song
in a dream
on the tip of my tongue
your kiss
is a whisper of magic
possibilities eternal
your touch
a gentle push to create
and through your eyes
we see worlds
until now unfathomable
your thoughts flow through me
at times unwanted,
they invade my mind.
and yet,
i can’t live without you.
wet me with your tears
shake me with laughter
shock me with your
delicious ways
and i will follow you
as though i have no choice
for the truth is
you command my every word.
The job posting was a juicy one. One that I wasn’t qualified for, admittedly, but I wanted it so bad. I’d already asked around and no one else in my department had applied. So, I thought, what the hell?
I filled out the application and lied about having taken the university courses they required the successful applicant to have. But sure enough, a notice was posted a week later that someone else had gotten the job.
The bulletin read: Pro found.
Damn it.
Profound is the word of the day on The Daily Post.
I’m a two-dimensional figure,
posed for a display in a shop window
unable to move
unable to speak
but people walk by and laugh
and point at me as though
I have no feelings.
I do!
I am not the one who put me here
not the one who chose my pose
and yet I bear the brunt
of the ridicule meant
for my poser.
What a hoser.
He won’t even apologize.
***
Apology
“Oh my God, Micky, I love your new living room! It’s so dramatic! Let’s make love in it right now.”
“But… George. You’re not gay.”
“Oh, right.”
“Or are you?”
“Of course not!”
“Because not only did you just suggest we have sex, but you used the word “dramatic” to describe my decorating job.”
“I did, didn’t I? Can we sit down for a minute?”
“Why, so you can tell me you’re gay?”
“Would that be so bad?”
“No. Because I am too.”
“Oh my God, really?”
“Uh huh.”
“When were you going to tell your wife?”
“I dunno. I thought maybe she’d figure it out when she sees the living room.”
***
The Daily Post word of the day is Dramatic.
Instructions on side of box read:
1. Carefully slice the circular sticker holding the top flap, using a sharp knife.
2. Lift flap. Caution: Do not look inside box.
3. With arms extended, reach into box and find the green tab.
“Wait. How can I find the green tab if I can’t look inside the box?”
“Keep reading!!!”
4. The green tab is smooth; the blue tab has pockets.
“What the hell are tab pockets?”
“Just… feel!”
“Okay, got it.”
5. Pull the green tab gently toward you.
6. When you feel a breeze, cease pulling.
7. Clasp blue tab and count to nine.
“One, two, three, four, five, six, seven…”
“…eight? Why did you stop counting?”
“I farted.”
“Damn it, Marty! We bought a box of stinky wind for nothing!”
***
Wind is the prompt. Bizarre is the story.
“Hey, Brother! Where you bound?
I’m off to America. For breakfast.
“I hear there’s a crisis going on over there.”
“Crisis? What crisis?”
“Oh, it’s the crime of the century, some say.”
“You don’t say!”
“Mmhm. But then again, some things never change.”
“True enough. Some things are indelibly stamped.”
“Well, if you decide to go anyway, enjoy yourself.”
“I’ll do my best. Though now that you’ve mentioned the crisis, my may take a walk in the woods by myself, to think it over.”
“Yes, well. Sometimes we come to mistaken conclusions, even in the quietest moments.”
The Daily Post word of the day: Crisis.
as sure as the stars
glitter in the night
i know you’re out there
searching for me
as i search for you
on every street
in every crowd
the one i’ll know
just know
is meant for me
for in the dark
each night i lay
and hear your voice
whispering love
elusive as
an echo
This post is prompted by Tuesday Use It In A Sentence, where the word of the week is Echo, and The Daily Post word of the day,
Elusive.
Linda G. Hill 