The coarse sophomore embodied the season of rising sap. Unwisely approached the farmer’s daughter saucily, snickered, “We’re up to the chapter on plant reproduction in biology class. You look to be in full bloom.”
Rachel shouldered the shears conspicuously. “Pay close attention when you get to the chapter on pruning.”
“I need something special,” Shelley thought to herself.
Later, at the Master chef tryouts, when asked for the appetizer, she displayed the salad she’d created using flowers in bloom from her own garden; tiger lilies.
“How did you know they were edible,” the judge asked.
Three white calla lilies bloomed from the dark shaded corner, beneath my kitchen window. They appeared like creamy smooth lanterns, illuminating a path from the shadow, into the thin morning light, I followed the pathway to the garden. And as the cool breeze swept softly across my face, I prayed.
"Creamy smooth lanterns" , yes! Those lovely callas just pop up from heaven knows where. I don't think any one ever plants them, they just come when you need them most. Lovely, Sharon.
The yellow cherry tomato flower bud danced tippy-toes on stem end alone and twisted, withdrawn; attempts to follow the sun hidden behind clouds. Too little water, pirouettes, youth to bloom, expected to flourish; demi-plies'. Nipped in the bud. Yellow stigma-pistils remain silent, slighted, never pollinated by bees.
Jill, this was such a fun and clever response! It’s quite the adventure, as well. That final line left me itching, ha! My apologies for the delay in getting to this one.
On the Run, fiction
The thorny briar patch pierced Manny’s skin like snake bites. He barreled toward the river and spotted tulips in bloom.
Spring had always been her favorite season.
Footsteps tore into the woods. “Freeze!”
The young fugitive took a deep breath and added it to his list of regrets.
Then he dove.
Makes me want to know what happens after. And before!!
Thanks for reading, Scott! I’m with you. This one definitely feels more like a scene. Might have to play around and expand it!
Definitely works as a standalone micro just also makes you want more!
That moment of nostalgia brought him back to reality, but there was no turning back, now! Great nail-biter, Justin!
Thanks so much, Sharon! Happy you liked it.
So much mystery here, Justin. Excellent!
Thank you for reading, Sharron!
Cutting Class/Fiction
The coarse sophomore embodied the season of rising sap. Unwisely approached the farmer’s daughter saucily, snickered, “We’re up to the chapter on plant reproduction in biology class. You look to be in full bloom.”
Rachel shouldered the shears conspicuously. “Pay close attention when you get to the chapter on pruning.”
Haha! Rachel’s response is perfect! Love it.
Ha ha ha ha! Hilarious. Steady there, young man.
Had to nip it in the bud😊
Now that's a pickup line that reaps exactly what you sowed ... contempt.
Sometimes manure is not fertilizer it’s just manure 😊
Just thin out. Have sharp shears. Open like an hour glass.
An hour glass is what got him in trouble in the first place
The Promise, fiction from 🌿LEAVES
I was only seven when my mother disappeared.
I remember the overwhelming sense of loss,
the feeling that somehow I had done something wrong,
that I was unlovable.
Now, as a single parent myself, I make this promise:
My own beautiful, blooming boy will always know
that he is cherished.
Beautiful, Sharron. The other Sharon took the words right out of my mouth: fifty words of perfection.
👍🏻 Thanks. A sort of tweaked take on BLOOM.
50 words of perfection.....so much love, Sharron!
That’s Powerful plant food
It's all any mother can hope.
Salad Topper- Fiction
“I need something special,” Shelley thought to herself.
Later, at the Master chef tryouts, when asked for the appetizer, she displayed the salad she’d created using flowers in bloom from her own garden; tiger lilies.
“How did you know they were edible,” the judge asked.
“Family secret!” she exclaimed.
It must have been quite a pretty dish!
I imagine it was, Justin! Thanks for the prompts, they keep me writing something other than just my blog.
Calla Lilies, fiction
Three white calla lilies bloomed from the dark shaded corner, beneath my kitchen window. They appeared like creamy smooth lanterns, illuminating a path from the shadow, into the thin morning light, I followed the pathway to the garden. And as the cool breeze swept softly across my face, I prayed.
So picturesque and serene, Sharon. Beautiful work!
Thank you, Justin, and thank you for the great prompt!
"Creamy smooth lanterns" , yes! Those lovely callas just pop up from heaven knows where. I don't think any one ever plants them, they just come when you need them most. Lovely, Sharon.
Thank you, Sharron! Yes, they do seem to “pop up”!! They’re all over the hillside now!!
👍🏻👏
Cherry Tomato (Fiction)
The yellow cherry tomato flower bud danced tippy-toes on stem end alone and twisted, withdrawn; attempts to follow the sun hidden behind clouds. Too little water, pirouettes, youth to bloom, expected to flourish; demi-plies'. Nipped in the bud. Yellow stigma-pistils remain silent, slighted, never pollinated by bees.
Lovely descriptions, Richard. Oh, the gardener’s plight!
Might call it suicide.
sigh. Gardening is a little more work than some of us realize...
This is zesty as a beefsteak variety
A salad delight
In Bloom,(field, N.J.), Fiction
Once, just once, I rode in a Pullman car to my great-grandmother's home.
Overnight! By myself. At ten years old.
Excited? Absolutely.
Frightened? Hmmmm.
But it was the ants that nibbled and tormented after I'd eaten saltines that were my undoing as I wriggled and itched in Bloomfield, New Jersey.
Thanks: 50 words is tight, but truthful!
Jill, this was such a fun and clever response! It’s quite the adventure, as well. That final line left me itching, ha! My apologies for the delay in getting to this one.
Thanks for your excellent comment and response and, a bit sorry, that it left you itching (unfortunately) me too!