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Trail of Flour – Stream of Consciousness Saturday #SoCS



Jessie was in the middle of fixing dinner when she heard her phone ring from the other room. Stopping her preparations, she washed her hands and went to go answer the phone.

She hadn’t been talking on the phone for long when she heard a loud noise from the kitchen. She quickly ended the phone call and went to go check the kitchen. The sight that greeted her left her speechless.

The plate of chicken pieces had tumbled from the counter to the floor, along with the bowl of flour she’d prepared to bread the chicken with. One piece of chicken appeared to be missing.

Small powdery white paw prints lead from the pile of flour and across the kitchen floor to the cat flap in the back door.

Jessie instantly knew who the culprit was.

Shaking her head, Jessie followed the tracks outside to the backyard. The tracks continued down the porch until they reached the grass. Jessie stood on the bottom step and looked around the yard, wondering where Jinx could have gone with the chicken. It was a large yard backing onto a small wooded area. Along the side of the house to her left was her pride and joy: a large flower bed with a rainbow of brightly colored flowers of different types in bloom.

Slight movement of a few of the flowers caught her attention and she went over to investigate.

Carefully parting the flowers, Jessie spotted her black cat, Jinx, crouched on the ground and nibbling at the missing chicken breast.

Jessie quickly snatched the chicken away from the cat and Jinx let out a short hiss.

“Bad boy, Jinx,” Jessie scolded. “You shouldn’t eat this. It could make you sick.”

Jinx watched her with narrowed yellow eyes as she took the chicken back inside the house.  A faint noise from the wooded area caught his attention, and he turned an ear towards it to listen. A few moments later, he left the flower bed and strode off across the yard to seek out the source of the chirping.



This post is part of the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, “flower/flour”:

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Sept. 22/18



Grind – Tuesday Use It In A Sentence #tuesdayuseitinasentence

As he woke, he could feel his teeth grind at the thought of going to work and sitting through the scheduled meeting. He made himself get out of bed and go to the kitchen, where he began to grind some coffee beans so he could fix his morning cup. As he opened the bag, the smell of the fresh beans perked him up some, and he could barely wait until the coffee was brewed.



This post is part of the Tuesday Use It In A Sentence prompt, “grind”:

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Post – Stream of Consciousness Saturday #SoCS



Julie sat at her desk and mumbled to herself as she wrote on an envelope. She glanced up at the Post-it note to double check the name and address, then sealed the envelope and stuck a stamp on it.

Grabbing the envelope, she stuck it into her purse along with a stack of other envelopes on the desk. Then, with the bulging purse in hand, she grabbed her car keys and hurried for the front door.

Her husband, Jack, walked into the room just as she opened the door.

“Where are you off to in such a rush?” he asked her.

“The post office. I’ve got to get these invitations in the mail today or they’ll arrive too late.”

She started to walk out the door when he said, “Uh, you do know there’s no post on Sunday?”

Julie paused. “Today’s Sunday?” she asked.

“Yep. Yesterday was Saturday, and tomorrow’s Monday. That makes today Sunday.”

She turned and glared at him. “Why didn’t you remind me yesterday to do the invitations, then? I asked you the other day to not let me forget about them!”

He shrugged. “Sorry.”

“Sorry?! Gah! I hate you sometimes! Now the invitations will be late.”

She turned back to the door and stepped out.

“Where are you going?” Jack asked.

“The post office. The invitations are already stamped. I can just stick them in a drop box and they’ll at least be picked up first thing in the morning.”

As she got in her car, he called out, “Can you stop by the store and pick up a box of Post Shredded Wheat for me? And some milk? We’re almost out.”

“No,” she called back, still angry at him. “Go get it yourself.”

He stood in the doorway and watched her drive off down the road.


This post is part of the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, “post”:

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Sept. 15/18


Prune – Tuesday Use It In A Sentence #tuesdayuseitinasentence

Jacob sat on the front porch and wiped his brow. He sighed, glad to be finished with his gardening job. As he sat there, catching his breath and cooling off in the shade, old Mrs. Gillicuddy appeared and handed him a glass of cold drink. “Thank you so much, young man,” she told him. “There was no way I could prune all those bushes myself.”

Jacob smiled and took the glass of drink. Inwardly, though, he grimaced. It was the same drink she offered him every time, but he was too much of a gentleman to refuse it. So he braced himself and took of a drink of the prune juice that he couldn’t stand the taste of.


This post is part of the Tuesday Use It In A Sentence prompt, “prune”:


Notice – Stream of Consciousness Saturday #SoCS


Levi and his black Labrador, Sirius, walked up the steps to his apartment’s front door. They had been on a nice walk and had a fun time at the dog park, so both were in good spirits. But the yellow sheet of paper taped to the door with the giant NOTICE in red lettering that greeted them quickly dampened Levi’s spirits.

“Notice is hearby given…” Levi read out loud before finishing reading the rest of the letter silently. Beside him, Sirius let out a small whine, sensing something was wrong.

Levi snatched the letter off the door and crumpled it in his hands angrily. Then the weight of what he’d read hit him and he plopped down on the steps, holding his head in his hands. Sirius settled down beside him, letting out another low whine.

Levi removed his hands and pulled Sirius close to him in a tight hug. “What are going to do, boy?” he asked. “We’re being evicted. I just can’t believe it. Where can we go, on such on short notice?”

Dejected, Levi sat there for a while, just holding tight to his dog. Dark clouds built up overhead, and a light rain began to fall, but Levi didn’t pay it any notice. All he could do was stare at his shoes and think about having to move so suddenly.

After a few minutes, Levi noticed he wasn’t getting wet any more. He also noticed that someone was speaking to him, asking him if he was all right. He had a sense that they’d been asking for a few minutes. He lifted his eyes from his feet to see a lovely young woman about his age standing in front of him. She was holding an umbrella over him. A Golden Retriever sat stoically by her side.

“Are you all right?” the lady asked Levi again.

“Oh, uh, yeah,” Levi replied sheepishly. “Thanks.”

The rain finally stopped, and the young woman closed the umbrella. “Lucy and I were passing by on our way back from the dog park and saw you sitting here. You appeared to be in some sort of trouble. And it must be pretty bad because you didn’t even seem to notice the rain.”

“Well, you’re right. I did just get some rather bad news, and it hit me hard.”

“Is there anything I can do to help?”

“Not unless you know of an available apartment that allows pets,” he replied.

Levi let go of Sirius, who sat up straight beside him, and showed her the offending notice he’d gotten.

She took one look at it and instantly understood. “Oh, I’m so sorry,” she said. “That is really horrible news. But you’re in luck. It just so happens that the people in the apartment next to mine are moving out at the end of the month. Why don’t you come back with me and see about applying for it? It’s not far.”

Levi stared at her as if she were an angel sent from God.

She smiled and held a hand out to him. With a smile of his own, he took it.

“I’m Angela, by the way,” she said as he stood up.

“Nice to meet you, Angela,” he replied. “I’m Levi. And this is Sirius.”

The group walked back towards the street.

Overhead, a rainbow had formed.


This post is part of the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, “notice”:

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Aug. 25/18


Foil – Tuesday Use It In A Sentence #tuesdayuseitinasentence

Nick thought that listening to Jerry Lee’s conspiracy theories was bad enough. But when Jerry Lee showed him a hat he’d made from aluminum foil that he was going to use to foil the plans of aliens and the government to read and control his mind, Nick could only roll his eyes and wonder yet again why he bothered to hang out with Jerry Lee. Then Jerry Lee handed him a cold bottle of beer, and Nick remembered why.




This post is part of the Tuesday Use It In A Sentence prompt, “foil”:


Present – Tuesday Use It In A Sentence #tuesdayuseitinasentence

Eager to present his present to her, he ran inside the house and into her room. He jumped up on the bed, but when she didn’t wake right away, he let out a small mew. When she still didn’t wake, he crept up and lightly tapped her cheek with his paw. Finally, she stirred, and he sat back and dropped his present on her chest. Her eyes snapped open and she beheld her black cat sitting proudly beside the dead mouse lying on her chest. She shrieked and the cat watched, bewildered, as she swiped the mouse away. He jumped off the bed and ran from the room, wondering why she didn’t like his present.


This post is part of the Tuesday Use It In A Sentence prompt, “present”: