Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
Not fair, Julian chants
In a monophonic tone
A treaty was struck
They got the steady back beat
I got the days of the week
Yes, I know that it was Julias Caesar (not “julian”) who adopted the Julian calendar, but I am imaging an irate talking (chanting) calendar. 😉
Thanks to Linda’s annual JusJoJan prompt for the opportunity to have some fun with (some slightly ahistorical) calendar trivia. For the real story, visit Britannica.com.
She had hurdled headfirst into the belly of the beast, but she wasn’t scared. Instead, she had felt strong, like an avenging angel, cutting through the hype like a flaming sword of justice. She was not a hater! She had just wanted to introduce some balance, but now she was scared. It was like screaming into the void. Nobody messed with Taylor and got out alive.
Just for the record, I’m a Taylor Swift fan. But … sometimes ya gotta speak truth to power 😉
Thanks to GirlieOnTheEdge (Balance) and Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (Belly) for today’s inspiration.
In honor of Fandango’s Flashback Friday, I re-offer this piece of flash from November 3, 2018!
Lucy stared at the board. Letting her mind drift back to childhood. Chin resting on the table. Watching her grandfather play. Try too hard and it went fuzzy. Like a picture with the autofocus off. But if she just let her brain float sometimes she could recapture that moment of joy. When it all made sense. When it was fun. Before. Before she was a novelty. Before she was girl genius. Intellectual heir to Hawking. Right down to the chair. But today it remained fuzzy. The timer ticked. Counting. Days. Weeks. Months. Years. She stared at the board. Floating.
Cover Photo Credit: Jeff Arnold
Word Count: 99
I was never a “convertible person.” Hot in the summer. Cold in the winter. Buggy. Windy. Nope. Not for me.
But … I had to admit, I looked good. Red was definitely my color.
A horn blasted and I shifted my gaze to the truck also reflected in the store window. Resisting the urge to flip them off, I meekly waved. They roared past me, blasting exhaust.
As that rumble faded, the sound from the trunk grew louder. Time to get back to the task at hand.
I indulged in one last look. Yes. Red definitely was my color.
Thanks to Carrot Ranch 99 Word Story for the inspiration.
All around me, conversations swell. I understand little but instead of seeming cacophonous, the words soothe. They distract from my reality until the prosecco dulls the pain.
Then the old woman who runs the osteria stands over me, “Ciligie”?
Seeing the cherries shakes me from my stupor.
She continues, “Devi rimanere per La Notte Rossa.”
The Red Night.
Stuck in an unrelenting loop, I had forgotten the world moves on. Ciliegie abound. And the people celebrate. But not us.
The cherries taunt me with their promise of sweetness but my mind fills with another red night as darkness falls.
This 99 word story was made possible by the https://carrotranch.com/2022/07/25/template-story-challenge-in-99-words-3/
Tina Stewart Brakebill 