The grand opening is here and Simon does himself proud until he plays one last card.
P.S. As I’ve been writing in British English I’ve taken the liberty to change the word sidewalk into pavement. I can only hope you Americans will not forgive me for this, as it’ll give me further proof that the variety spoken the other side of the Atlantic is certainly not English.
I was finally leaving. I was even checked in when the man ran to find me before I went through security. My flight was canceled though they didn’t take it off the Internet.
We stood on line. They took some people– I had been checked in so I should have gone before them. But I’m never going to say anything that can be construed as threatening even a bit in an airport.
They stopped calling people for my plane. I had to know what was happening. A young boy, a worker, said “your flight was canceled and they mght not be able to rebook you.” This didn’t sound right and I needed to do whatever the hell you do at canceled flights
I was finally called, and was the customer service rep’s first person from my plane. She hadn’t been told about the plane being canceled. She thought it was just me–there were at least 70 people behind me
The supervisor hadn’t told anybody and disapeared. To make a much longer story sort of shorter I did my sweetest person in the world thing and got a flight–seven hours after the original one.
The weather is miserable. I didn’t want to go back on the sidewalk.
I’m staying at my friends’ townhouse in Myrtle. The unit next to theirs–hot water heater imploded in the attack. My friends were given new tile and new carpeting for the downstairs yesterday
I’m supposed to check it all and take many pictures. I just want to rest. I don’t want to muck up their new things with my suitcases
I was living with renovation for four months. Floods–sometimes not once or twice a year but four or five times.
I just want to get home. I don’t know what home is anymore–my house that I can’t live in until it’s in contract–and then just to pack–or my friends house
Today is my first day of no obligation, no list to get through in four months.
I have been in a plane that had a bomb. I was in a plane that carried home the body of a man killed in a terrorist attack on a cruise ship.
I have many great plane and airport stories. This one’s mundane
But I’m watching many people who came after me get on the 1:20 PM plane line and I want to scream
Update: I’m so sorry…I posted my poem earlier without giving it time to “sit”, re-read it hours later, and decided it was horrible. It has been removed…sorry for the wasted click! That’s what I get for writing in a rush…my apologies.
I’m know I’m really late: it’s been a long couple of days. I’m having some issues with blogger right now, but I plan to try and get around to everyone’s if not tonight, then within the next couple of days 🙂
As a word of warning: I don’t write poetry often or well, especially compared to the group that does here. Sorry.
Yeah, I’ve been a little lazy lately. I didn’t do a 3WW for last week’s words (because the words just seemed so sad to me and I didn’t feel like going to a dark place) and I wasn’t even going to attempt to incorporate them into this week’s words. And all I’m doing for this week is one tiny haiku.
Cracks in the sidewalk.
Rest and think twice about steps.
Don’t break your mom’s back!
I put it here instead of my blog (even though it will be entered later) because I’m technically not supposed to be doing this during work hours. Bad me!!
This should explain what happens when you go to the original story. Bone, the first one just did not work for me at all. Not a bad story but forced and unlikely. I love the prompts though. Great combination of words.