Every year at Christmastime Meg’s grandmother who was from Paisley Scotland would make shortbread.
Shortbread was an expensive luxury at one time and was usually only made for special occasions.
It is said that these rich delicious biscuits date back to the 12th century.
Meg would watch intently as her grandmother carefully measured out flour, icing sugar, and of course the butter. Into a big bowl, the ingredients would go, and the hand beating with force would begin.
Ever since her grandmothers passing Meg has carried on with her traditional recipe and bakes many batches of them at Christmas.
© Susan Zutautas 2019
This is written for a flash fiction challenge over at Carrot Ranch. In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about old-world charm. It can be nostalgic or irreverent. You can invent an “old world,” return to migrant roots or recall ancient times. Go where the prompt leads you!
Okay, class today we’re going to learn about the atmosphere, does anyone know what atmosphere means?
Billy holds up his hand and answers, I think it has something to do with oxygen and the air that we breathe, and I hear my parents talking all the time about climate change making our weather go all wonky.
Sally speaks up saying, the atmosphere is warming, and I read somewhere that today there’s more oxygen and less carbon dioxide and water vapor than there was in Earth’s early atmosphere.
Heatwaves are more common causing droughts, dangerous floods from more intense rainstorms that are happening and it’s all due to the atmosphere and climate change, said Arthur.
Very good class, Billy, Sally, and Arthur have given us excellent answers. For tomorrow I’d like all of you to write a short story about the atmosphere.
This six sentence story was written for a challenge over at GirlieOnTheEdge. Denise’s word prompt this week is “atmosphere”.
Fred, look over there, what the hell is that?
Ethell, that there is a Canadian goose and he’s staring back at us.
What do you think he’s doing here Fred?
He’s probably cruizing around just like we are in search of food.
Maybe we should go over and introduce ourselves. I hear Canadians are quite friendly.
I’ve heard that Canadian geese can be quite rude Ethell if you get too close to them.
Okay, Fred then let’s get the flock out of here.
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This was written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #41.
Marvelous news day
Results are in and I’m clear
© Susan Zutautas
This was written for RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #267
She yelled at me loud
Obviously, cross today
Twisted story heard
What was it you heard?
As I twisted my long hair
The cross is missing
From where I asked her
The alters cross at the church
That is a twisted lie
© Susan Zutautas 2019
This was written for RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #266 Twisted&Cross
I’m so sad today with learning on Facebook that Hélène Vaillant had passed away. I started following her here on WordPress and later we became friends on FB.
I’ve only been here on WP since February of 2019 so it was a short friendship. I knew she wasn’t feeling well after the passing of her husband but I never imaged she was close to the end of her life.
Hélène was a wonderful poet and someone I will always remember.
After doing a search I’ve found many people that have written about Hélène and I’m so sorry that I missed all the posts.
RIP Hélène Vaillant.
Never to be forgotten
Rest in Peace my friend
A beautiful poem for Hélène from iidorun.
Gazing out window
Watching life passing them by
Dolls in a window
For all passers-by to see
Little girls behold
Window to our lives
So much passes before us
Not missing anything
Wanting to escape
Too far to jump to be free
Someone will see us
© Susan Zutautas 2019
These Senryus were written for Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge.
Yesterday I was in Toronto going for a walk and I spotted a bee doing his job. I wish I could have gotten a better shot of him or her in the Rose of Sharon.
This post is for FOTD – Foto of the Day over at Cee’s Photo Challenges.
Come one, come all to Bellevue’s Last Call Bar and Grill to listen to the sounds of Head First. They’re sure to satisfy your thirst.
Dance the night away with songs from the 1980s unless nine o’clock is past your bedtime. Come on out and rock till you drop.
On horns and flute, we have Mike who can start one sweet jam with the band.
On drums, there’s Chris who will beat to your heart.
Paul takes care of the vocals and he’s a local.
Sing along they don’t mind in fact they think it’s always a good time.
Written for a flash fiction challenge over at Carrot Ranch. This weeks prompt is “Sweet Jam”.
This picture post is for A Photo a Week Challenge – yellow.