So the funny words given to me for today were:
FRIEND REQUEST OBITUARY CAMERA
I thought okay these are truly weird words to use but I’ll do it. I thought about characters I used in other vignettes years ago and decided to use Madison again. I tried to think of a clever piece to tie the words as I typed away. Why not a request from someone Madison once knew an old friend; who she was not sure if alive except she did not see the obit. I decided he was a amateur photographer as I based it on someone I knew in a way. I’m not sure about these twenty minute prompts as it gets funky trying to go with the flow and words given to use. But my vignettes are a glimpse in a person’s life not their whole story.
My reflection is true to life. After I wrote it and posted on Facebook I had few personal issues come up that had to be taken care of via long distance phone and in person. I’m hoping by tomorrow it gets all straightened out. Time and more phone calls will tell.
Until tomorrow....it’s National Eclair Day and National Onion Ring Day. I had the onion rings when I went out for linner (at 2pm it’s lunch and dinner combined); guess it could be lunch and supper or lupper; or dinner and lunch or dunch.
Enjoy the rest of Monday.
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June 22.....DAILY REFLECTIONS Monday....another week begins....what new
issues will arrive this week
What is this weeks big controversy....what
will offend us this week....definitely it will
be something
Some people aren’t happy unless they have
something to get all bent out of shape
about....I think I’ll become an ostrich
this week
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CONFIRM or DELETE
© Scottie-ann Murphy
Madison’s eyes closed then opened again. Perhaps she thought when she opened them she would not see it; unfortunately it was still there, the Facebook Friend Request. It was not the fact of receiving the request, but the person requesting. Of all the people to send her a request it was him. The last individual she’d ever expect to see wanting to be her Facebook friend. She thought about deleting the request but then again wondered what would happen if she confirmed. Her thoughts kept going back and forth if she should delete, confirm, delete, confirm. How many years since she last seen him? She had no idea if he were still among the living, but if he were not she’d have seen the obituary. Madison thought for a few moments then clicked onto his Facebook page to see who some of his other friends were and what he was posting. She noticed many of his postings were of the photographs he took of nature. So he’s still playing around with photography, she thought. He was always good with the camera. Heck he made her look good in some of the photos she took of her. She remembered the photo shoot, as she called it, at the old train station. The old cars were converted into motel rooms; the depot a restaurant/bar/night club. They had gone for an lunch on that Saturday. It was early February. The depot decorated for Valentine’s Day. Madison wore the black sweater with the rhinestones on the neckline. The black color a contrast to her pale blonde hair. She wore the white wool maxi length coat with the fake fur trim. The hood of the coat hung in the back; she did not want to put it up to mess her hair. During lunch, he snapped a few photos of her sitting at the table but after the meal he took the outdoor photos. Her favorite was when she stood on the steps leading up into one of the car rooms. No one was occupying the room so they would not be disturbing anyone. He had her pose as if she were getting out of the room and as if she were getting into the car. Madison put her hood up on her head for a few of the pictures. The one she liked best had her looking past him staring out into space at nothing special. That photo she picked as the one she had enlarged and framed for Paul’s Valentine’s Day gift. Her husband, Paul, always wanted a nice photo of her for his desk and for his wallet. The enlarged photo he put on the wall in the hallway at the house. Indeed Paul had been impressed with the amateur photography of Sumner Corey. The friendship with Sumner Corey came to an abrupt halt the following year over a trivial matter. Life then took a wicked turn for Madison and Paul. She thought about the last time she saw Sumner; it was when Paul had died.
He had been part of the honor detail of the Legion at the evening viewing. He spoke not a word to her, no condolence given. It was as though she was like the invisible object she stared at the day he took those photos. Now after all these years, he is requesting to be Facebook Friends.
Madison chuckled to herself as she hit the button to confirm. After all she had always been the curious sort and really wondered why he wanted to friend her after all these years. Of course she could always defriend at any time.
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