The weekend Trifecta Challenge is as follows:
This weekend we are giving you three variations on a prompt. We need you to give us 33 words back, and 2 of those words must be either “cheap flights,” “sandwiched in” or “spectacularly clean.” This weekend, your piece must also be non-fiction (poetry or prose). And yes, we reserve the right to call your mothers and former lovers to ask for verification on your tales.
Disaster at the Farmer’s Market
Twas my kin
Quite sandwiched in
‘twixt turnips and potatoes
Still alive, he had survived
The horrible tornadoes
I said to Jim (I called him Jim)
“ Hope you remembered to get tomatoes.”
“Uh . . . “
This is a true story with the exception of the tornado (it was actually a light breeze from the air-conditioning vent), and we were at Safeway instead of the Farmer’s Market. But my son, Jim, did remember to get tomatoes . . . except they were potatoes.
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Until next time . . . I love you
hehe, love it. Clever piece!
Oh thank you Silversound7, and thank you for taking the time to come by!
Ah my arch enemy, the ‘keystone’ veggie that holds the rest in place. You’d think my juggling would have been circus-level by now. You’d think that…
You know if there’s one thing I always expected of you Braintomahawk it’s that you were a circus-level juggler. You mean all this time I’ve been reading the blog of a man who is only a children’s birthday party level juggler? Oh the horror!!!
Love the aside with Jim.
Thanks Kymmin!
The bustle of a farmer’s market can be tornado-like too! (:
Ha! so true, Draug419. And especially during a tornado where Farmers Market fun can turn from fun to deadly in nothing flat! Oh the horror!
Another Brilliant piece.
Ah! Thanks Deanabo!
Hilarious – I always look forward to reading your pieces
kgwaite! How nice!
You say tomato, I get potato…
Ahahahahaha!
Love the ‘I called him Jim.” Creative and imaginative as always!
Ah, thank you so much Stephanie, you always leave such nice comments and they are much appreciated!
Brilliantly creative! I can understand the confusion between potatoes and tomatoes, but I sent my hubby to the markets once to buy me a suckling pig and he came back with a bag of feathers (go figure!)
Haha Dianne!! Husbands have a tendency to do stuff like that! LOL!!I wonder how he found them on the shelf. My husband would come back with news that they were all out — what with his male pattern blindness!
I’m thinking someone actually gave them to him! I kept referring to him after that as “Jack” – as in Jack and the Beanstalk.
Hahaha! Well that would explain it then if someone just came up and actually physically handed them to him. I bet he was proud of himself when he got home with them too — if he’s anything like my husband!
Thoroughly refreshing
Thank you so much Ruby!
Now if they had been tornados of tomatoes…
oooh! That’s a very lovely thought!
Very cute. The Jim line struck me so funny, still giggling over that one.
Oh, so glad you liked it Tara.
This brought a smile…..!
Oh I’m so delighted! And thank you so much for coming by and taking the time to read it habibadanyal!
CHEATER!!
I know! And I can still sleep at night! I’m despicable!