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[mariez]

Let's try these for some hump day prompts: 

I'll just leave these up for some day-after-hump-day prompts! 

• fried chicken
• almost
• unwind

Marie

[mariez]

Hey, all - maybe we'll give yesterdays prompts one more try 

Marie

[MaineWriter]

Lazy L Farm
Quanah, TX
Date Unkown

“Y’know Jack, I love fried chicken.”

“I do too, En.”

“Well, ya hardly ever make it.”

“That’s cuz it’s a pain in the ass.”

“Really? My mama used ta make it all the time.”

“My mama did too and I never appreciated how much work she was going through when she made it.”

“Oh. Hm.” A pause. “Y’know Jack, I love fried chicken.”

“Ya just said that En.”

“Mebbe I’m hintin.”

“Mebbe you should learn ta cook it.”

“Me? Y’know I’m a lousy cook.”

“Well, I don’t feel like makin fried chicken.”

Another pause.

“Tell ya what…”

“What?”

“Let’s go ta the Chicken Shack. Let them do the cookin.”

“Works for me, cowboy.”

“My treat…that way, I get credit for the cookin.”

* eyeroll *

(132 words)

[mariez]

Lazy L Farm
Quanah, TX
Date Unkown

.......
“My treat…that way, I get credit for the cookin.”

* eyeroll *

LOL!  That's how I look at it, too.  Thanks, L, your boys always brighten my day. 

Marie

[mariez]

An Almost Life

Jack forced a smile and nodded as his customer's voice droned on, feigning interest and resisting the urge to shift his eyes to the clock on the wall, knowing it was almost time to – his thoughts stopped short – almost time to what?

Almost time to leave his almost job and head for his almost home.  Where his wife would be so busy and he would be so preoccupied that their conversations would be almost nonexistent.  Where he would almost certainly spend the night staring mindlessly at the television as he drank almost enough to forget that it was almost unbearable.

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100 Words

[fernly]

An Almost Life

Jack forced a smile and nodded as his customer's voice droned on, feigning interest and resisting the urge to shift his eyes to the clock on the wall, knowing it was almost time to – his thoughts stopped short – almost time to what?

Almost time to leave his almost job and head for his almost home.  Where his wife would be so busy and he would be so preoccupied that their conversations would be almost nonexistent.  Where he would almost certainly spend the night staring mindlessly at the television as he drank almost enough to forget that it was almost unbearable.

damn, Marie, I wish I'd written this.

Just perfect (no almost about it).

Fern

[Clyde-B]

     Two men, each with his own questions, both afraid of the answers. 
     “Sleep OK?”
     Ennis nodded.
     “Aunt Matt had me put you in Jack’s bed.  No sense a good bed goin a waste.  Couch ain’t comfortable.  Ain’t healthy neither.”
     “Thanks for...”  Ennis searched Wylie’s eyes.  “... lookin out for me.”
     “No trouble.”  Wylie smiled.  “No trouble at all.” 
     There was an awkward silence.  Wylie gazed around the room.  “Bet cousin Jack would be glad you’re here.”   The cool Wyoming breeze played through the trees outside.
     “Unless you’re on a diet, we better get downstairs, let Aunt Matt finish breakfast before lunchtime.”

     100 words

[MaineWriter]

Morning everyone,

How about for today:

• terrycloth towel
• a roll of paper towels
• three sheets to the wind

L

[ifyoucantfixit]

An Almost Life

Jack forced a smile and nodded as his customer's voice droned on, feigning interest and resisting the urge to shift his eyes to the clock on the wall, knowing it was almost time to – his thoughts stopped short – almost time to what?

Almost time to leave his almost job and head for his almost home.  Where his wife would be so busy and he would be so preoccupied that their conversations would be almost nonexistent.  Where he would almost certainly spend the night staring mindlessly at the television as he drank almost enough to forget that it was almost unbearable.

~~~~~~~
100 Words

        I agree with fernly..  I wish I had written that...it is simply perfect......a prize winner, for sure

[mariez]

Thanks, Fern and Janice - I feel the same when I read your writings.   

     Two men, each with his own questions, both afraid of the answers. 
     “Sleep OK?”
     Ennis nodded.
     “Aunt Matt had me put you in Jack’s bed.  No sense a good bed goin a waste.  Couch ain’t comfortable.  Ain’t healthy neither.”
     “Thanks for...”  Ennis searched Wylie’s eyes.  “... lookin out for me.”
     “No trouble.”  Wylie smiled.  “No trouble at all.” 
     There was an awkward silence.  Wylie gazed around the room.  “Bet cousin Jack would be glad you’re here.”   The cool Wyoming breeze played through the trees outside.
     “Unless you’re on a diet, we better get downstairs, let Aunt Matt finish breakfast before lunchtime.”

Yes, I think Jack would be very glad, indeed. 

Marie