For The Love of Babies, A Saturday Centus

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Hey Centusians and blog peeps!  I wanted to dash off another quickee Saturday Centus this week and try and get my writing mojo working again.  I've been so wrapped up in academia lately that it's been near impossible to post anything, but here goes.

This is week 103 of Saturday Centus, hosted by that brilliant bloggess of off on my tangent fame herself, Jenny Matlock.  This week's meme challenge is to write a short piece using a total of 105 words including the prompt "Not for profit.  For comfort."   Here is my effort for this week.  I have entitled it:

For The Love of Babies

With a pitcher of sweet tea and a box of yarn at her side, old Hattie Benson would sing hymnals while she crocheted on her porch swing. Slowed by age and arthritis, she worked through the pain and finished three pairs of baby booties each day.

“Good morning Mrs. Phillips!  And ain’t it a blessed day?”

“Yes, it sure is Hattie.  My, your baby booties are always so beautiful.  I know you could fetch $25 a pair if you sold them instead of giving them away.”

“No child, these booties are made for love, not for profit. For comfort to babies that needs them.”

Not only am I redundant & superfluous, but I also tend to use more words than necessary.

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Frustrated Hallmark Writer Poetry

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One hundred and one weeks of Saturday Centus!


That is a lot of weeks of mini-fiction!  


This week our Miss Jenny has thrown us another one of her famous literary curve balls.  


As regular followers of this meme (aka Centusians) are well familiar, our illustrious teacher, Ms. Jenny Matlock of her blog off on my tangent, often challenges us by inviting us to either write stories and poems using photos as prompts or giving us a tiny word count.  


This week she did both.


Thank you Jenny!   My brain needed a good flush of creativity after all the crud that it has been processing lately!   


Our assignment this week is to create some type of creative literary piece using the following photo:

and 25 words of text.  The theme of this weeks meme challenge is "Greeting card innards."  


Here is my short but sweet holiday offering for this week.  I have entitled it:

Frustrated Hallmark Writer Poetry

While a dog on a card can be a “flaw-wah”

With a holiday greeting composed,

Remember nothing rhymes with Chihuahua

So just be happy with prose.

I just bought a Chihuahua. It's the dog for lazy people. You don't have to walk it. Just hold it out the window and squeeze.

Anthony Clark

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Dad's Tall Tales

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Wow!  The 100th week of Saturday Centus!


I just had to put school work on hold for a bit to post this week, even though I'm a long way from Saturday!  This week the host of this wonderful literary meme, our dear Jenny Matlock of her blog, off on my tangent, has gone all the way back to week one for this weeks prompt.  This works out just fine for me as I didn't discover Saturday Centus until week two!  


This week our prompt is 53 words long and reads "My untied shoelace changed my life.  As I leaned down to re-tie it, I kicked away a few leaves.  When I turned my head slightly to look where the leaves had been, I was astonished to see a rubber-banded wad of hundred dollar bills nestled in a little indention in the muddy ground."  This week for our stories we just need to add our 100 words to the prompt and any pictures we want.  


I have named my week 100 effort:

Dad's Tall Tales

“Dad, I found this shoelace in your desk.” 

“Lissa, that’s not just any shoelace. It is the reason I am alive today.”

“Uhhh…wha?”

“Twenty years ago I was living in the Bronx working for Frankie the Thumb. I had just buried a snitch in Pelham Bay Park when I noticed my shoelace was untied.

My untied shoelace changed my life. As I leaned down to re-tie it, I kicked away a few leaves. When I turned my head slightly to look where the leaves had been, I was astonished to see a rubber-banded wad of hundred dollar bills nestled in a little indention in the muddy ground. It was $20,000, enough to pay off my gambling debts to Vinny “the Weasel” Bonanno and cancel the hit he put out on me!”

“Sigh. Dad, you've never lived in New York.”

"Oh. Well in that case it’s just an old shoelace.”

The only man a girl can trust is her Daddy!

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