Friday Fictioneer: When We Are Eighty #amwriting #flashfiction #fiction


Thanks to Rachel Wisoff-Fields for hosting FF.

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Credit: Roger Bultot

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Patriots was a genuine fifty-style’s diner. Darla a new waitress, was thrilled to have her first job part-time there. Off to the side of the diner was a jukebox near a small dance floor. 

On Friday and Saturday nights, elderly couples could be found dancing here to their favourite fifties tunes. But Christmas Eve was the ‘big ticket’ event. Tables were cleared for a larger dance floor and a diner-style feast was served.

Darla watched once WWII-era toddlers, dancing in fifties garb with pep. She was only fifteen, but as she waitressed throughout high school, Christmas Eve would become by her favourite night at Patriots. She hoped one day she would meet a guy she could still dance with when they were eighty. 

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved. 

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Writing 201- Limerick/Enjambment – Judged Imperfect


Rhyme Scheme: aabba

If you tell me why people love 

Each other; You’d have to agree it’s a blessing from above 

Because people are imperfect and their flaws are

Visible enticements on why you should stay far

Away from them even if the gloves 

Are off; and you’ve seen someone for who they really appear to be. 

Because nothing is worse then knowing a person and then realizing there not who you see

They are a liar, a stealer of your time

And a cheater of your ideal, what a crime

That you shouldn’t be allowed to know someone and that they should be

See – through, completely visible to you and should inspire a thought

If they are imperfect and to be stripped of there shield then why not you – ought

You imperfect person, judging others

When you should act as brothers

And perfection should never be sought.