It was May of 2017 that OLWG was introduced to the world. Help me celebrate five years of prompts.
This week’s prompts are at the bottom. Feel free to seize the prompts, twist them, form them, play with them as you will. All comers are welcome. The words below are just practice for me. I had a lot of fun writing them, and you know what I always say, “Practice makes perfect.”
Here’s how to play along, if you are unsure.
Ricardo had gone and done it. At the urging of his wife, Cariana, he’d promised to try and stop drinking, and he had a plan. Ricardo knew not to do this cold turkey – that would be hard but he figured to taper off. He found out that it was easy to lie to himself. It was easy to lie to others as well. He began by measuring the liquor out, but measuring wasn’t helping. It was all too easy to splash in another few ounces when he was downstairs, Cariana was in the kitchen, and maybe the girls were in their rooms. He was still getting loaded before 8:00, just like before, but now he had to be sneaky. He began to feel entitled, began to feel resentful and mean.
Cariana was always ragging him, “You love your booze more than you love your family.” she would say when she felt like fighting. It seemed, to him, that she felt that way more and more. He might have to leave. He could do better than her. His mother had always told him that.
From the day she met Cariana, Mama had said, “Ricardo, you got to leave her alone. She’s no damn good. Keep away from that woman.”
His mama was going to be proud of him when he left Cariana. But he didn’t want to leave her, or the girls, for that matter. Why couldn’t things have stayed the same? Why couldn’t he be married and still drink? That used to be OK. What changed?
This week’s prompts are:
- inside my dream
- picture postcards
- it’s the plural of plankton
You can start writing whenever you want, just write, get the words down – and have fun!
Congrats on the five years. That is an amazing accomplishment.
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Alcoholism is a disease that is hard to recognize or reconcile. I’ve had relatives… not mean drunks. But they could not admit to the problem and would not seek help. Seeing them suffer was enough to drive me ‘dry’. Oh I’ll take wine or bear occasionally …
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