First Five Fragments for Friday

Your weekly offering of writing/art prompts.

1. Name the ghost that visits you most often.

2. The spark at the end of life: biological/chemical or spiritual?

3. In spite of the stormy destruction of her home, she rebuilt, added softness, settled in, laid eggs.

4. Where did this dialogue come from? “I got a chicken!” “I can’t find my way out.” “I’m stunned!” “Oh, no, I’m dying.” “You have to learn to disengage.” “Hold on, I’ve got to put my spirit back in my body.” “That spider is gross. I’m naming him Grosser.”

5. Dear Target: Please stop asking me if I want to save money by getting one of your REDcards. Make your cashiers stop treating me like I flunked economics 101 because I continue to refuse your REDcard even as they tell me how much money I would have saved as they total my purchases of dog food, underwear, soap, and milk. They tell me I can set it up as a debit card attached to my personal checking account! I don’t want another card to keep track of while you track me.

Happy Friday! Happy Mother’s Day to those who celebrate it this coming Sunday.

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  1. To add to #5 –

    I was in Target yesterday and the woman ahead of me bought 2 sheets of poster board. Her total was $0.79. The cashier stops to ask her if she wants to save 5% by signing up for the card… The look of confusion and awe she gave him was priceless.



  2. 1. – the ghost of Christmas past, of course…
    2. – I would prefer it to be a spiritual spark, but my logical brain insists it's biological/chemical impulses. I guess we don't find out until we get there.
    5- The nearest Target is 140 miles away. So I guess I'm spared having to say 'I don't want any offers, promotions or deals, just take my money please!'


  3. I'm sure I still have some ghosts that I can't even remember from back in the day when I was a travelling/touring musician.

    Spiritual, all the way.

    I don't even know where Target is although my daughter did take me in one somewhere near Milwaukee years ago. I am a hopeless mom-n-pop store afficianado.

    Cool robin eggs pic for Mothers' Day.


  4. Mom-n-pop stores are wonderful. We don't have any in my neighborhood! That's the trade-off for living in a first-ring suburb.
    The robin eggs are there in honor of the robin who came back to nest beneath our deck this year. She found a great spot in the rafters that we can see when we peek through the back door's window.


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