Little Thoughts About Books and Stuff

This week's prompt:  toenails What makes me smile? My brightly painted toenails always do the trick.

I walked in the door carrying with me not only my bags but the weight of the day on my shoulders. The tension was pinpointed in between my shoulder blades. I dropped my bags, kicked off my shoes and sat down on the couch. I just wanted to close my eyes and just sit in the cool darkness in my living room. It quickly became clear that sitting down was not going to be an option. "Do you think you're helping?" She looked up at me with her big brown eyes and I just melted. I gathered her up in my arms and just snuggled her to my chest. The stress of the day melting and a sense of calm came over me. Lola looked up at me and wiggled out of my hold. She sat next to me her eyes begging me to get up.  "Okay fine, you win. We'll go for a walk. Go get your leash."   A walk was just what I needed to walk off the remainder of my day. What a smart dog I have! *My Lola would rather cuddle and nap, I wish she would pester me for a walk instead of just treats...

Fatal,   Gaping,   Harmonious I'm not telling how much of this is true and how much of this I made up to fit this prompt! I can’t remember when I fell in love with blacksmiths, but they have been my secret obsession for years. It probably started at one of those living history sites, the smithy shop has always been a favorite stop when walking around the town. There was something magical about the elemental way they can reshape metal. As a teen I’m sure it became more about staring and trying not to gape at the blacksmiths themselves. Even today, I find myself drawn to these demonstrations. Watching as they pull the metal out of the fire, shape it on the anvil and then cool it in the water. I have quite the collection of pieces created by this technique. The pieces are scattered around my apartment as to not draw attention to the collection. The same can be said of my collection of books featuring a blacksmith. I started by picking up nearly every book I could ...

carefree,   deadpan,   ear-splitting Maya and her boyfriend were sitting at a table outside of a little café enjoying their Saturday routine of coffee, scone and free Wi-Fi when an ear-splitting scream disturbed the peacefulness of the morning.  Glancing in the direction of the scream, Maya could see a group of teens in the park across the street all running towards the girl, phones drawn and at the ready to catch whatever it was that the girl was so excited about and soon they each were just as excited. Quickly they were off to hunt the next creature to capture. “Wonder what they caught?” “You could go over and find out.” “And ruin the image of a grown adult who is sitting here reading the New York Times on an iPad?” “Like you haven’t been playing on your phone the whole time we’ve been sitting here?” “Fine.” In as casual as possibly Maya got up and walked across the street. She was just a carefree woman walking into a park looking at her ...

Wasteful,   Addicted,   Bruise Ode to an Avocado Oh, avocado! How I love thee (I’m sorry I didn’t love you sooner) The smooshie goodness that is beneath your skin The tears that form when I cut you open and; notice the bruises from those people who squeezed you too hard.   Oh, avocado! It’s so wasteful when I have to scoop around brown bits I feel sad that you were not able to be fully enjoyed That sadness is washed away once I start to mash you Oh how creamy and yummy you look Oh, avocado! You taste amazing when I start to turn you; into something amazing like guacamole You’re an addiction I don’t want to fight I just want another avocado!