Lies

Daily Prompt: Whoa!

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“I don’t understand you. What are you saying?”

The delinquent one stares me down with vacancy in his eyes. It’s as if I’m looking at a ghost; an empty shell of a man I once knew who is no more. He’s returned following weeks away studying for his masters degree. It’s Christmas break, and my birthday, and he’s made this haunting pronouncement.

“I don’t know if I love you anymore. I don’t know if I’ve ever really loved you.”

The world I know is crumbling beneath my feet.

“What? What do you mean?” I clutch the bannister for support.

“I haven’t thought about you at all while I’ve been away. You don’t mean anything to me anymore.”

Now the room is spinning.

Five years! Five years of my life; my heart; my devotion given to a man who doesn’t know if he’s ever really loved me. My knees wobble. What is happening? After all that I’ve done. All that I’ve sacrificed. What have I been living? An illusion? Did I marry an ideal and not a man?

“I can’t be here,” I mutter to myself. Brush past him and run upstairs. Slam the door to our room, throw myself on the non-marital bed. He’s been home two days and detonated a bomb of lies in my heart. I am blown away by his deceit. My carefully protected world falling in shrapnel pieces about me.

A torrent of pain floods the plains of my face as my mind spins with the surreal knowledge I am not loved. Not loved by a man who’d said for years he’d loved me.

Lies!! All lies ~ the memory of which tears at what’s left of my broken heart and plunges me into an abyss of despair the depths of which cannot be measured.

And he’s so not worth it.

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In my experience life appears surreal after some kind of shock, good or otherwise, to the system.

I’ve known both. This fictional rendition of a real event is the first that came to mind.

Thanks for visiting …

Dorothy

©Dorothy Chiotti … Aimwell CreativeWorks 2015

 

Gelato Fantasy

  Daily Prompt: 32 Flavours

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Gelato Fantasy

Vari-coloured gelato

Tempting every taste bud.

What to choose?

Wha’d ever you want!

It’s a vacation.

It’s Venizia …

On the Calle dei Fabri …

A minute from our hotel.

Gelato twice a day.

Molto bene!

Molto delizioso!

Nuff said!

Yummmmmm ….

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Honestly … ice cream will never taste the same again.

Dorothy

©Dorothy Chiotti … Aimwell CreativeWorks 2015

Why today?

Daily Prompt: A House Divided

Pick a divisive issue currently in the news. Write a two-part post in which you take on two personas and approach the topic from both sides. Bonus points for a creative format (roundtable discussion, debate transcript, etc.).

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“Divisive? Please, not on a Sunday.”

“Why not? What’s so special about Sunday?”

“It’s my day of rest. There are six other days of the week in which to consider and debate the chaotic nature of the world and I just don’t want to go there today. Is nothing sacred?”

“But why Sunday? What’s so special about this day? Why not Wednesday, or Thursday?”

“I remember when Sunday was the official day of rest. Stores and businesses were closed. Many people turned their thoughts to God and renewed their spirits for the week. Sunday offered a break from the wear and tear of the work-a-day week. It was a collective sigh of relief before beginning the weekly grind all over again. Now, every day runs into the next. Most people don’t rest and they’re burning out because the grind just keeps going. Sunday has become just another day of doing. I refuse to be caught up in it. I want this day to be one of being; of peace and quiet ~ to read a good book; take a walk in nature; to meditate and consider my blessings. So, I am not going to get involved in a divisive argument with you or anyone else about this or that or the other. If you wish to be thus engaged it’s best you find someone else who doesn’t mind corrupting the sanctity of this peaceful day with a pointless debate that could easily wait until tomorrow.”

“Alright then, no need to get your knickers in a knot.”

“Hmmm … I did rather, didn’t I?”

“Sounds to me like you need to rest.”

“Just my point, thank you.”

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Thanks for visiting and enjoy a restful day.

Dorothy

©Dorothy Chiotti … Aimwell CreativeWorks 2015

Leave of Absence

Twenty-Five

There are 26 letters in the English language, and we need every single one. Want proof? Choose a letter and write a blog post without using it. (Feeling really brave? Make it a vowel!)

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It would generally be agreed by the throng of writers inhabiting planet Earth that we are absolutely in need of every letter of the alphabet.

I, for one, would be bereft should any one letter be banned. Such an action would be unconscionable. Even for an engaging exercise such as this, one needs to realize that every letter has its place and deserves to be accorded the respect earned over hundreds of years of general usage.

To arbitrarily ban one little letter for no reason at all is altogether ridiculous and downright hurtful.

What did the letter do to be cast out of its fraternity of fellow word conjurers?

Why, nothing! Nothing at all.

Yet one, for the purposes of this exercise, does indeed find itself on the sidelines. A rest. A break, if one were to look upon it with an eye to the positive.

Yes, let’s look at it that way.

One letter has been granted a leave of absence today.

Can you guess which one?

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Thanks for visiting …

Dorothy

©Dorothy Chiotti 

The Heart Knows

Daily Prompt: Too Big to Fail

Tell us about something you would attempt if you were guaranteed not to fail (and tell us why you haven’t tried it yet).

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You ask what is too big to fail?

Life.

Life is too big to fail.

To live from the heart;

To be free of emotional encumbrances

And the pains of past times

That swell inside because they will not be

Set free.

And why are they not set free?

Fear.

Fear of feeling.

Fear of failure.

Fear of imperfection.

Fear of death.

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This is old.

Old lies plastered over

Real truth.

The truth that resides inside and says,

“Anything is possible. Believe.”

Thus, there is no heart’s desire so big

I will not throw my whole heart into it.

The heart knows what is truth.

And truth knows that all that stands

Between success and failure is

Fear.

~*~

Thanks for visiting …

Dorothy

©Dorothy Chiotti … Aimwell CreativeWorks 2015 

The Narrows of Divorce

Daily Prompt: Cut Off

When was the last time you felt really, truly lonely?

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The narrows of divorce,

As listing ships passed

In dark of night

By treacherous shores,

And fog upon the weary heart

And mind prevailed.

Only the faint beacon of

An off-shore light

Guiding me to a safer shore.

I, the Captain of my foundering ship,

Abandoned by a fickle crew.

Yes loneliness, then, was

All I knew.

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Thanks for visiting …

Dorothy

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©Dorothy Chiotti … Aimwell CreativeWorks 2015

Never The Twain Shall Meet

Daily Prompt: Use it or lose it

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“I thought we’d never come back from that one.”

“What one?”

“You know, what just happened!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You were there! You saw it! Experienced it! Didn’t it have any impact on you at all?”

“Honestly, you make such mountains out of mole hills. If I had a clue what you were talking about this might make sense. But you’re always blowing things out of proportion. Making something out of nothing. I just don’t get what you’re on about. It was nothing.”

“It wasn’t nothing! It was definitely something! I felt it in my bones ~ a deep, burning agony of …”

“Of what? You’re fixated on something which, in the grand scheme of things, means nothing at all. Earth calling Charlie … let it go!”

“What are you? Have you no sense? No feeling?”

“Yes, I have feelings. I just don’t squander them on things beyond my control. Evidently you and I function differently. Tom-a-to v tom-aw-to ~ that sort of thing. We obviously look at the world through two completely separate filters and what looks like an incredible feat of escape to you is, well, of little import to me. Neither of us is wrong ~ we’re just different; respond differently based on our individual life experiences and programming.”

“But I don’t understand how you can be so cold.”

“Please, don’t judge me. I am not cold. Things, experiences, people don’t move me the same way they move you. Just as you are not fond of many of the things I adore. It just is what it is, and as long as no one gets hurt, what difference does it make? … I understand how this incident might have had an impact on you. I am familiar with your past and how your responses have been programmed, but that does not mean I feel the same way about them. I’m programmed differently, that’s all. Other things move me to the point of exhilaration. That’s all.”

“But I really feel like we barely made it out of there!”

“Okay… time for a cup of tea.”

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I love a good free writing exercise.

Thanks for visiting …

Dorothy

©Dorothy Chiotti … Aimwell CreativeWorks 2015

Bittersweet

Daily Prompt: Five a Day

You’ve being exiled to a private island, and your captors will only supply you with five foods. What do you pick?

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“I’m not playing their game. Not today … not any day,” Gertrude announced to the rather large strawberry she was dipping into a warm vat of melted dark chocolate. “All these restrictions … I’m really rather bored with it.”

She popped the chocolate-covered berry into her mouth and savoured its warm, bittersweet taste. To her left an array of fresh fruit awaited her pleasure. Banana, pineapple, mango … a food group ~ one of five she’d negotiated.

The health spa had offered to provide a basket of food for a picnic but would only include five foods.

“What do you mean only five foods?'” Gertrude wanted to know. “That’s simply ridiculous! I’m a guest on this private island, not a captive! Now, I’ve paid good money to get away from it all and I want a picnic basket with five food groups. Am I clear?”

“But madame, isn’t that the same thing?” the handsome spa concierge asked, bewildered.

“Not at all!” Gertrude’s fuse was shortening. “I want a selection of fresh fruit to dip in a vat of melted dark chocolate to be delivered to a location of my choice; a selection of fresh vegetables with a side of hummus; a triple-cream brie with a fresh French baguette; a good quality Argentinian Malbec, and a bottle of spring water. Is that too much to ask?”

“But that’s more than five food groups, madame.”

“It is? No matter. I never was any good at math.” Gertrude stood firm. “That’s what I want. If it isn’t included in my spa package, add it to my bill. That is all.”

Gertrude smiled at the memory of her little victory as she cast her gaze out to the warm, rippling ocean, and reached absently for a piece of fruit. She dipped it into the dark melted chocolate. It escaped.

“Damn and blast!” she cursed, and grabbed a silver fork from the wicker picnic basket to fish it out.

“Never trust pineapple … bad pineapple,” she sighed as she finally managed to jab the fork into its side. She allowed the excess chocolate to drip back into the vat before carefully slipping the errant fruit into her mouth. “Hmmmm … good pineapple ….” Gertrude swooned, dropping the fork and flopping into the blanket that covered the bit of beach under what had become her favourite shade palm.

Above her she noticed a bunch of coconuts hovering precariously.

“Oh, I forgot about you …” she smiled. “I’ll include you in tomorrow’s five food groups.”

Captive, indeed.

~*~

Thanks for visiting …

Dorothy

©Dorothy Chiotti … Aimwell CreativeWorks 2015

An Ode to My Love on Valentine’s Day

Daily Prompt: Cupid’s Arrow

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Thou art the breath of fresh air I hardly

Knew to breathe when

First we met.

Healing of heart to my broken one;

True in nature, and kind.

My light revealed in thine eyes.

My voice awakened in thine ears.

My frozen feelings thawed by thy gentle warmth.

My truth, with thine, reflected in the nurturing world

Create we, now, together.

Cupid’s love-tipped arrow hath hit its target true.

~*~

Happy Valentine’s Day, my love.

Dorothy Chiotti

Thanks for visiting …

Dorothy

©Dorothy Chiotti … Aimwell CreativeWorks 2015

A Special Ring

Daily Prompt: Sliced Bread

Most of us have heard the saying, “That’s the best thing since sliced bread!” What do you think is actually the best thing since sliced bread?

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“Sliced bread” doesn’t have the same special ring to it that it once had. At least, not to me.

I recently found out I have a sensitivity to wheat, whole wheat and rye, which more or less eliminates most forms of delicious bread accept those, perhaps, derived from the more exotic, healthier flour varieties of which I still have much to learn.

It wasn’t much consolation at the time, but my food sensitivity testing person assured me I would find another flour that works as a suitable replacement for the intolerable.

Naturally, I was skeptical, but mostly I was disappointed.

Believe it or not, the first thought that came to mind after the nutrition lady told me about my body’s aversion was “Oh no! No more sour dough!” No longer could I happily languish in the aromatic embrace of baking sour dough with the expectation of a nice slice dripping in butter after the timer finally pinged. Not that I’ve ever made it, you understand, that’s just my bread-deprived imagination going to town. Basically, the new reality means I shall have to plug my nose every time I walk past a bakery the next time I’m in San Francisco.

(Sigh …)

Still, enough about sour dough.

Since I’ve developed the habit of sitting down every day around 5 p.m. to unwind with a cup of healthy coffee (prescribed by my hormone therapist) and two small cookies (of a triple chocolate chip, locally-made boutique variety ~ self-prescribed) I needed to address this flouring issue, and pronto.

No more store-bought cookies for me!

So, I began experimenting with spelt flour which, I discovered, can be used in equivalent amounts for any recipe requiring white. And you know, I can’t tell the difference. They’re delicious and reasonably “good” for me.

Which leaves me wondering if spelt would be a good option for sour dough.

Hmmmm … now that has a special ring to it and would be the best thing since … well, whatever …

Thanks for visiting,

Dorothy

©Dorothy Chiotti … Aimwell CreativeWorks 2015