Sunday, February 13, 2011

Two's company and threes a crowd...


Happy Valentine's Day everybody! It's time again for Microfiction Monday #70 where Susan, over at Stony River, challenges us to write a story in 140 characters or less (including punctuation and spaces) based on a picture she posts. Susan was right-on with this week's picture because of its "love" theme. For some reason, I didn't have much trouble doing verse or prose, and I'm attributing this to the anticipation and excitement that goes along with this holiday. Now I know I said that I could live without Valentine's Day, but my kid’s excitement is rubbing off on me, and my husband is acting very strangely… Anyway, here is this week's picture and my first story:


Cedric kept his eyes on the countryside, trying hard to ignore his friends-if he had known it was a lover’s picnic he never would have come. (140 characters)

And here is my poem:

As I sit beneath this tree,
A thought doth occur to me,
Wherever I go,
Or aspire to be,
I am but a tiny speck,
In a world of uncertainty.
(140 characters)

Hmm...the poem maybe a little on the depressing side, but I kept thinking that if I was that fifth person, I wouldn't be the happiest of people. I look forward to reading all of your entries, especially since I know a lot of you may address the fact that some of the boys look a bit like girls-I'm hoping for some good laughs! Take care!

32 comments:

  1. Great takes on the pic of the day, Susan, mine had him feeling pretty much the same way! Hope you have a good weekend!

    Sylvia

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  2. Oh the poor man. How uncomfortable for him. Maybe if he reached over and grabbed on of those bottles?

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  3. They really ought to make those invitations more clear...

    nicely done, Susan

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  4. Reading the lonely fella, under the tree and all his loneliness. Maybe he should roll with Melanie's idea and at least enjoy the wine! :>

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  5. Feeling like the 5th wheel does not make for a fun time.
    I always look forward to coming over and reading your poems. Another good one tonight!

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  6. Both are great. There's nothing worse than feeling like a gooseberry, is there?

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  7. Great poem. I was trying to figure out how to address the obvious femininity of those characters but just couldn't get it to fit... so I went in a different direction.

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  8. And I thought they were all girls except one, but you changed their gender! haha...
    Good ones here.
    I too have done a bit of prose and poetry. Have a lovely day.

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  9. sympathies mine
    Dear ole chappie
    sympathy truly heartfelt
    listen to what
    Susan doth say
    the river bank beckons
    a fair maiden the other way..

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  10. Loved the poem. Beautiful!
    I feel so sorry for the poor man and terrible that I didn't mention him in my microfiction. LOL! :O)

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  11. I so agree! always had a hard time with parties...thanks

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  12. I really enjoy your poems each week
    you're a really good poet :)

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  13. Love your poem. So true what we really are! :O)

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  14. You made me feel so sorry for Cedric! LOL

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  15. Loved both your entries. In the future Cedric may want to confirm the details before he agrees to another outing.

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  16. Love them both! The first is sad...I feel sorry for the poor guy. The second is wonderful, too -- an important statement packed into so few words. Very well done.

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  17. Oh, I love this MM! I've felt that many times in my life... :)

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  18. Poor Cedric! People always promise not to ignore the person without the partner . . .

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  19. We were on the same wavelength with this one Lisa. :)

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  20. Ooops sorry Susan I didn't mean to type Lisa. :0

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  21. Poor Cedric, ever the lone man!
    :)

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  22. Wow to both. Your poem is especially good this week.

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  23. Five into four certainly won't go!

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  24. Poor fellow. I wonder why he just doesn't leave? Perhaps they haven't had their basket lunch yet?

    Your poem is very nice. I do sometimes go back and change the mood of my writing. A lot of the time, though, I find it mirrors the way I'm feeling at the time.
    ..

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  25. ... and Cedric looks like the cute one to me!

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