Three Things Challenge #960 – The Staff of Life

Welcome to The Three Things Challenge hosted by Pensitivity101.
Today’s prompt words are DOUGH, KNEAD, YEAST.

My grandmother was way ahead of Forrest Gump and far more grounded. Life was not a box of chocolates for her. Because, as she said, her family couldn’t afford to buy such things. She was born on April the 26th 1926. The same day as the queen. But, there the similarity ends: no palaces, dazzling gowns or a handsome prince for my Gran. However, say nothing disrespectful about Her Majesty in Granny’s hearing unless you want a clip around the ear. Age has not withered her left hook.

A feisty woman who lost a fiancé in World War Two, a son during The Falklands, and her right breast in 2003: Gran does not suffer fools gladly. That includes Mr Gump. She saw the film for the first time last week. She approved of the movie but declared Forrest a simpleton. And here’s what Grandma said about his famous quote. (Sorry about the language, but when you are within spitting distance of a hundred, social niceties apparently go out of the window).

“Life is like a loaf of bread!” she declared. “You live in need, there’s never enough dough, and you have to find the means to rise above the shite we all wade through.”

And I would just like to say a big thank you to WordPress for a right royal screw up.
You didn’t publish this post as scheduled. Well done!

Three Things Challenge #779 – Lest We Forget

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World War I veterans (from left) Henry Allingham, Harry Patch, and Bill Stone, all over 100 years old, gathered for Armistice Day commemorations in London in November 2008.

Dulce et Decorum Est by Wilfred Owen

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs,
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.

Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!—An ecstasy of fumbling
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And flound’ring like a man in fire or lime.—
Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

In all my dreams before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,—
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori.

Three Things Challenge #743 – Best in Show

Welcome to the 3TC hosted by Pensitivity101.
Today’s words are LITTER, PITY, and DREAMS.
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Libby snatched up the phone on the first ring.
“What’s happening?”
“I’ve got good news and bad news,” her husband announced.
“Oh, no,” she wailed. “You’d better tell me everything.”
“Well, we have a litter of four puppies—”
“Is Trixie all right?”
“She’s doing fine. It’s just…”
“For pity’s sake,” Libby bellowed. “What’s gone wrong?”
“Our dreams of breeding a Crufts champion are over.”
“The sire wasn’t Randolph Saxony the third, but the mongrel next door.”

Three Things Challenge #736 – Hung Up on Love

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If you get a buzz from the thought of an illicit dalliance
Don’t take it any further: just keep it in your pants
You may lose all you hold dear if you don’t abstain
And in some places, this means hanging from a crane

1-Minute Fiction & 3-Things Challenge: Buyer Beware

The house looked perfect. At least it did in the glossy brochure sent to them by the seller.

Their only concern was the distance to the nearest town. But that was what they wanted: a quiet place in the country.

It was during the spring rains they discovered the reason for the two paddleboards lying in the garden.

By summer, the house was back on the market.

Flash fiction inspired by:
Cyranny’s #1MinFiction Challenge
Pensitivity101’s Three Things Challenge #723