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RDP Wednesday -BELL

Posted on by Pete 
Sometimes I can choose
Othertimes I have no choice
Yet things get chosen

Did the bell mean stop or did it mean go. All the bells at school sounded the same. The context of the bell set its meaning. There for the bell early. Not there for the bell late. Was I sitting in class. Was I in the hall heading to my next class. Outside coming in. Inside coming out and bell free for the remainder of the day. Or was I living in a world of bells without context.

Dong Ding Dong Ding

So it goes.

Our prompt for today is “bell”. What does the word mean to you? Compose a post, and share your interpretation of the day’s prompt in words or pictures. You know the rules. Use “ragtag daily prompt” , “RDP” , and “bell” as tags. Add “photo” if you’re sharing a picture, as specific tags make your […]

RDP Wednesday -BELL

Take the Cur

Posted on by Pete

via Daily Prompt: Cur

Frank Flâneur leaned on his walking stick just outside the saloon. Some might say he was lollygagging, but to the trained eye he was clearly dilly dallying. The few damp crumpled bills in his vest pocket would not get him through the night so a new enterprise was clearly needed in the quest for the elusive spondulix.

As luck would have it she just happened to be hustling her bustle down the boulevard at this precise moment. Standard Moxie was tightly contained in her serious whalebone corset which caused her bosoms to well up over her marginally proper neckline. Frank was captured by the approaching silhouette, enticed by the sideshow cameo, and ensnared into the jetstream of her bustle as it bounced and bobbled down the planked sidewalk.

Standard’s hourglass figure put many exertions into this confirmed flâneur’s beady brain. Exertions that he hoped would extract enough shekels and sumptuous diversions to pass this day and perhaps trail into a weekend of surreptitious and languid luxuries. Standard Moxie’s brief over the shoulder glance upon her stiff passage was all the encouragement this feral cur required. He twirled his waxed mustache, smoothed his gabardine trousers, checked his reflection in the tavern window, and gave himself a wink.

The game was afoot!

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