This week’s writing prompt is:
FASHION
Are you a follower of fashion, or do you like to develop your own style? What fashions have you enjoyed over the years? Flares? Mini skirts? Stripes? Leggings? Pixie boots? Platform shoes? Leg warmers? Shell suits? Was there a particular outfit you loved? You could use fashion and the era of that fashion for a setting for a story or poem.
You don’t have to share your work, but I always enjoy seeing what you come up with if the prompt gives you inspiration. Here is the work you shared on last week’s prompt FIREWORKS.
Gene:
Lizzy turned to her husband of five years. “Honey,” she said, looking deeply into his big brown eyes.
Yes, sugarplum,” he replied, reaching for her hand, bringing it to his lips and planting a light kiss upon it.
Lizzy tightened her grip on his hand as she found herself blushing even after all this time they have spent together. “I’m thinking about entering a writing contest, where the writing prompt is the word fireworks,” she said, searching his handsome face for any clue how he may feel about it.
“That’s great news,” he said, lightly punching her arm, adding, “I’d like to read it, please, before you submit your final revisions.”
“You bet darling,” Lizzy said with noticeable excitement in her voice, rising up from their cozy powder-blue loveseat, with a noticeable bounce in her steps as she crossed the living room over to the dining room, where her writing desk sat nearby.
It might have been the usual
A few drinks, a bed, some fun
Admittedly sounds tawdry
But no harm done
We opened the door
After kisses not light
Then fireworks came
I tried to fight, because
This wasn’t right
I’m free, untethered
My modus operandi
No strings for me
Comes in handy
He surrounded me softly
What is a cake?
What is a cake?
A delectable and sweet confectionary
Made from flour, eggs, fat and sugar
A sprinkle of raising agent to make it light
Ensures every bite is a tempting delight
What is a cake?
A gesture of love and affection
Created for an anniversary or birthday
Family history and memories enshrined
As each ingredient is combined
What is a cake?
A striking and visual artwork
To commemorate a moment in time
My home-schooling / work from home cake
My mind straight to lockdown does take
What is a cake?
My bonfire night chocolate creation
Ignites thoughts of fireworks and sparklers
As we contemplate our national history
And past events shrouded in mystery
What is a cake?
Fondant tap in a sandy desert gateau
Designed to protest against global warming
A reminder that with nature we are one
It doesn’t work to have no rain, only sun
What is a cake?
An edible acknowledgement of our traditions
Often wrapped up on our beliefs and religion
At Easter it’s a rich fruit Simnel cake
At Christmas, gingerbread houses we make
What is a cake?
A nod of support to a youngster’s passion
Personified as a life-sized guitar cake
A culinary artwork that invokes much pleasure
And can be consumed and enjoyed at leisure
And for you, dear friends, can you tell me
What is a cake?
I’ve never been that bothered about fireworks, and when I think of injuries caused, and how frightening they can be for animals and some humans, I don’t get it..
It came home to me, literally with a bang, several years ago ,when the school that my husband and I both worked at was deliberately targeted.
It was half term, and we were woken up in the early hours one morning with the news that fireworks had been thrown into the building and the place was on fire.
As bursar, it’s was my husband’s job to go in.
He told me how upsetting it was to see the damage, to smell the smoke.
It was heartbreaking for everybody; so much had been destroyed; it wasn’t just the bricks and mortar; it was the children’s work, the teachers’ work, and the possessions they had accumulated, representing all their years of teaching.
Many were in tears upon seeing the devastation.
My husband’s first priority was to organise mobile classrooms, and the school was able to open again after the half term. There were two separate blocks, luckily one was spared.
I hardly saw him for the next few weeks (except at school), there was so much to do.
The amount of overtime he did paid for us to go on a decent holiday the following year, and he was presented with a watch from all the staff for all his hard work. It was a lovely gesture.
As for the lads who did it, they got away with just a ticking off.
On December nights, fireworks were a promise to be on expectation; specially during Christmas Eve and New Year’s Eve.
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Esther Chilton 
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