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Beauty of whatever kind
In its supreme development,
Invariably excites
the sensitive soul to tears @Edgar Allen Poe
Weekend Humor – 6
The Helicopter Ride
Bill and his wife Blanche go to the state fair every year.
Every year, Bill would say, “Blanche, I’d like to ride in that helicopter.”
Blanche always replied, “I know Bill but that helicopter ride is fifty bucks,
and fifty bucks is fifty bucks!”
One year Bill and Blanche went to the fair, and Bill said,
“Blanche, I’m 75 years old, if I don’t ride that helicopter, I might never get another chance.”
To this, Blanche replied, “Bill that helicopter ride is fifty bucks, and fifty bucks is fifty bucks.”
The pilot overheard the couple and said, “Folks I’ll make you a deal. I’ll take the both of you for a ride. If you can stay quiet for the entire ride and don’t say a word I won’t charge you a penny but if you say one word it’s fifty bucks.”
Bill and Blanche agreed; so up they went.
The pilot did all kinds of fancy maneuvers, but not a word was heard.
He did his daredevil tricks over and over again but still not a word.
When they landed, the pilot turned to Bill and said, “By golly, I did everything
I could to get you to yell out, but you didn’t. I’m impressed! “
Bill replied, “Well, to tell you the truth I almost said something when
Blanche fell out, but you know, Fifty bucks is fifty bucks!“
2020©Isadora DeLaVega
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Todays Thought:
Senior Texting: LMDO – laughing my dentures out
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During our current crisis, media has become our way of communicating.
To brighten up your spirits, here is a silly bit of humor.
If you have a post with something humorous, be sure to leave it in the comment area.
I’m always up for a laugh or two. I hope you are too.
LOLOL … have a Happy Week 😎
Isadora 😎
Friday Fictioneers – The Hat Factory
“It’s time for me to go, Gloria. It’s 3:00 already. Where does the time go?”
Grandma worked the night shift at the hat factory. Not many liked working the 4 to midnight hours.
Listening to her hat-making stories was fascinating.
As a child, I always wore the most stylish hats. She made them from leftover scraps of material from her work station.
Yesterday, I overheard her angry words about Mr. Grossman.
“He had the nerve to presume he could touch my breast,” she told my Mom. “Here, I thought he’d been generous with the leftover materials. I quit.”
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Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 100 words
Photo Prompt©Jan Wayne Fields
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Celebrate Life
the beat of a heart
the fall of a sigh
the rise of a prayer
the flash of a star
through limitless sky
the dreams we dare.
Celebrate LIFE!!!
©annonymous
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Friday Fictioneers – Her Games Shows
The sound of the portable television, blaring game show pinging sounds was exasperating.
I’d see her on the patio smoking her cigarettes and bidding on the fictitious items on the screen.
I’d seen her on the patio, smoking her cigarettes and bidding on the prized items on the screen.
I glance over as I prune my gardenia. “Do you like game shows, Dina?”
“I enjoy them so much I subscribed to the game show channel,” she says.
“The shows are all repeats, right?”
“Sure, they are. I always forget the results. Damn dementia.”
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They found Dina murdered in her recliner.
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Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 100 words
Photo Prompt©Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
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Life is Wonderful
Within our reach
lies every path
we ever DREAM of taking.
Within ourselves
lies everything
we ever DREAM of being.
©annonymous
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Spring Blossoms
What could be more important in LIFE
then to know in our HEARTS
that in everything we have tried to do,
we have done our very best.
©annonymous
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2020©Isadora DeLaVega
Weekend Humor – 5
Pondering some Things …
After leaving Walgreens the other day, I started pondering about certain situations.
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Why do drug stores make the sick walk all the way to the back of the store to get their prescriptions while healthy people can buy cigarettes at the front counter?
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Why do people order double cheeseburgers, large fries, and a diet coke?
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Why do we leave cars worth thousands of dollars in our driveways and put our useless junk in the garage?
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Ever wonder why the sun lightens our hair, but darkens our skin?
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Why can’t women put on mascara with their mouth closed?
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Why don’t you ever see the headline ‘Psychic Wins Lottery’?
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Why is ‘abbreviated’ such a long word?
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Why is it that doctors and attorneys call what they do ‘practice’?
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Why is lemon juice made with artificial flavoring and dish washing liquid made with real lemons?
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Why is the man who invests all your money called a broker?
2020©Isadora DeLaVega
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Todays Thought:
Senior Texting: BTW – bring the wheelchair
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Weekends used to be my downtime from social media.
During our current crisis, media has become our way of communicating.
To brighten up your spirits here is a silly bit of humor.
If you have a post with something humorous, be sure to leave it in the comment area.
I’m always up for a laugh or two. I hope you are too.
LOLOL … have a Happy Week 😎
Isadora 😎
Friday Fictioneers – Our Promise
It felt odd standing at the front door.
“Come on, Brie. Open up.”
She turned the doorknob; they entered.
The house felt eerily quiet.
The euphoria from days-gone-by was missing.
Brie couldn’t stop thinking about the last few days.
She was opposed to it.
James insisted, “It’s the right thing to do.”
“She relies on tubes, drips, and machinery?” he shouted.
“But, she’s alive,” I pleaded.
“And, our promise to let her die with dignity.”
“She gave us life, James.”
“Then, we owe her dignity in death.”
“Doctor, my brother and I …”
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“Look Brie, mom’s favorite Paris poster.”
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Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 100 words
Photo Prompt©C.E.Ayer
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When We Ponder the Stars
When we ponder the stars,
when we reach for our dreams,
we’re never bothered
by how far they seem.
Instead, we are inspired
by the beauty of the vision.
Dreams are like stars
brilliant and permanent.
©annonymous
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