OLWG #148- The Diner

This week’s prompts are at the bottom. The words below are written just for practice. Practice makes perfect.

Here’s how to play along, if you are unsure.



It was late, and it was quiet in the diner.

In the kitchen, Pablo thumbed through a racing form marking it up with a blue ball-point pen,
he looked forward to hitting the track in the morning when he got off work.

Maureen leaned her hip against the counter down by the cash register staring at her phone.
From time to time she’d move down to refill Mr Purcell’s cup.

It was just past midnight when a police cruiser cruised softly to the curb
stopping outside the front window.
The “OPEN” sign flashed; bathing the two officers with red neon as they made their way to the door.

About half twelve, three girls who normally worked the corner of
Bryce and Delaney took a break to get out of the rain.

Officer Obie was finishing a thick slice of Lemon Meringue,
and a cuppa with milk and sugar.

Officer Pat
Was just having coffee.

The first girl, Adèle, ordered a Denver omelette.
Her friend, Spooky, asked for nothing except Sourdough toast.
Angel chose fried chicken and waffles.

Pablo started cooking, he was
whipping up the eggs with a touch of warm water to make them fluff.
He slipped bread under the broiler,
waffles on the iron, Chicken in the fryer.

Maureen brought maple syrup for Angel,
Jam and butter for Spooky. She got Adèle a Diet Coke from the fountain.

The cops watched the ladies.
The ladies watched the cops.
Maureen watched the ladies, and the cops, as she played her Candy Crunch.

Pablo tried to stay out of sight.
Laying low lest Pat should recognize him.

And Pablo, well, he had a history with Spooky.

When the officers go to leave, Obie actually
Tips his hat for Adèle
She smiled at him and Angel dug an elbow into her ribs.

The rain began to let up.


This week’s prompts are:

  1. What happened to my coffee?
  2. Buster Browns
  3. till my dying day

  1. Go ahead and dive in, set your imagination free!

  2. Write something big, Write something small,
    Write something
    Ready, Set, Go – you have 25 minutes, but if that is not possible, take as long as you need and, have fun!

OLWG #147- Pecorino Reunion

This week’s prompts are at the bottom. The words below are written just for practice. Practice makes perfect.

Here’s how to play along, if you are unsure.



When we got to the park, where the Pecorino family reunion was being held Banon spotted my cousin, Arabella, and her husband, Rodoric, hanging out by the horseshoe pits.

“Jack,” she said, pointing, “I see Arabella over there I’m gonna go say hi.” She squeezed my arm and gave me a peck on the cheek before veering left and hurrying to greet her favourite one of my relatives. I watched her bustle off and, kept watching as the girls embraced and made their way to a low concrete wall. Undoubtedly they intended to sit and catch up.

I looked around to get my bearings and spotted a table covered with, and surrounded by ice chests. There were colourful cardboard boxes, decorated with beer logos, stacked around the table as well. It looked like a good place for me to begin. I was headed off before I could get there though. An island-sized hand clamped onto my shoulder from behind. Of course, it was my brother, Beaufort.

“Jack,” he boomed.

“Beau,” I echoed back.

“Where’s your beer, little brother?” he asked.

“I’m just on my way to get one.” I reached up and wrapped my arms around his shoulders, clapped him on the back. He steered me to the closest picnic table and sat me down, reached into his pocket and pulled out a ‘bomber’ of Imperial Stout. He popped the cap on the tabletop and sat it in front of me.

The table where I sat was filled with Pecorinos. I couldn’t tell you the names of most of them but most of us looked vaguely familiar. I figured that the ones who didn’t look like me were spouses who had married into the family. I introduced myself to the table and everyone there replied in kind.

Beau continued, “Jack, you remember when we were kids and that virus threatened to end the world? They closed all the businesses and the schools. Dad had to home school.”

I nodded and Beau kept on, “I was just telling Sirene and Tamie here about that.”

I started to laugh and picked up the story, “That first day was just like a normal school day. Two students were expelled for fighting and the teacher was fired for drinking on the job.”

Beer streamed from Tamie’s nose when she broke up laughing. I glanced away and saw dad sitting on the swing-set swaying gently forward and back; a red plastic beer glass in his hand and a scowl on his face.


This week’s prompts are:

  1. I don’t mean to laugh out loud
  2. deep down, I guess I knew
  3. thirty miles of bad road

  1. Go ahead and dive in, set your imagination free!

  2. Write something big, Write something small,
    Write something
    Ready, Set, Go – you have 25 minutes, but if that is not possible, take as long as you need and, have fun!

OLWG #146- Poetically Just

This week’s prompts are at the bottom. The words below are written just for practice. Practice makes perfect.

Here’s how to play along, if you are unsure.



The people here, well they’re just folks

Nancy smiled at him before ducking out the door, “If you need anything, just whistle”

He stood in the middle of the square looking to the world like he just got off the boat

Marcus threw the rock at the streetlight just for the hell of it

I got out and checked the tire; just my luck, it was flat

Eileen looked in the mirror and dug in her purse for a lipstick, she wanted it ‘just right’

Eldon looked past the light squinting at the cop, “Well,” he said, “it just so happens that I was in Poughkeepsie on June twenty-third”

I saw her just now, at the market, in the produce aisle

This is exactly what I needed, it’s just the ticket

Just take what’s offered and be grateful

Blind justice

Winona tucked her order pad back in her apron pocket, “Leave it to me, Honey,” she said, “I’ve got just the thing”

Dennis looked at his reflection and made sure that his hat was tilted ‘just so’

“The library, you say? Well the library’s just around the corner”

Anita wanted to be more than just another pretty face

There’s more to it than that. That’s just the tip of the iceberg

Ozzie knew it would be only a matter of time before he got his just desserts

Kate raised the handgun and fired three times; after all she could take ‘just so much’

It’s just as well; I didn’t have the money anyway

If you really must know, your father was a travelling salesman who was just passing through

Jeremy grimaced as he reached out, “If I can get just one more”

Here, take this, just in case

Just man enough
Just brave enough
Just gay enough
Just happy enough
Just bored enough
Just tough enough
Just pretty enough
Just mean enough
Just enough
Just enough


This week’s prompts are:

  1. I’ve never been alone before
  2. Dipping my toe into the bright colours of the sunrise
  3. Miriam Ortiz Uribe

  1. Go ahead and dive in, set your imagination free!

  2. Write something big, Write something small,
    Write something
    Ready, Set, Go – you have 25 minutes, but if that is not possible, take as long as you need and, have fun!

OLWG #145- No Common Genus

This week’s prompts are at the bottom. The words below are written just for practice. Practice makes perfect.

Here’s how to play along, if you are unsure.



You like Chardonnay

You are a woman
I am a man

I’m the beef
You’re the chicken

You like the piano
I like the guitar

You trust stocks, bonds, and banks
I keep my money at home

I accept the way of things
You fight to get your way

You love the scandal on all sides
I see spiritual, even beneath rocks

My daddy was rich
You were a latchkey kid

I like beer


This week’s prompts are:

  1. smoky stage lights
  2. postcards from the execution
  3. it’s got nothing to do with me

  1. Go ahead and dive in, set your imagination free!

  2. Write something big, Write something small,
    Write something
    Ready, Set, Go – you have 25 minutes, but if that is not possible, take as long as you need and, have fun!

OLWG #144- The Commute

This week’s prompts are at the bottom. The words below are once again inspired by my good friend, Ms Rose, and written just for practice. Practice makes perfect.

Here’s how to play along, if you are unsure.



Lupe was sitting in traffic on the 405, not too far south of the airport, and on her way to Van Nuys when she spotted Atilio two cars back and one lane over. He was driving the Impala that he had inherited when his father passed away. She slowed down her Prius and waited for him to catch up. When he finally eased alongside her, Lupe tapped the horn lightly, a couple of times and waved at him when he looked over. He didn’t seem to recognize her. She thought she might be being a little too forward. She blushed; embarrassed for flirting.

She had first met Atilio a week ago and thought him to be a handsome gentleman although not a very skillful dancer. At least he was trying to learn, and that was more than she could say about her husband, Guillermo. When Lupe, on a whim, had decided that it would be fun to sign up for Salsa dancing lessons, Guillermo had refused to even entertain the idea of going with her. She had gone on her own. She’d lied to Guillermo and told him that her Mamá wasn’t feeling well.

Since Guillermo had never liked Mamá. He stayed home to drink cerveza and watch the fútbol on TV while Lupe went to sign up for dance class and had been paired with Atilio that first night.

Atilio looked at her blankly when she sounded her horn. He didn’t recognize the lady in the silver Prius. It hadn’t been a good day at the tire shop and that bastard Ramon had taken his lunch. Well he wasn’t sure it had been Ramon, but who else would it have been. The horn sounded again and he looked at the lady again. What the hell was she honking at him for? He wasn’t doing anything wrong!


This week’s prompts are:

  1. is that a no, then?
  2. staring out the window
  3. numbers and charts

  1. Go ahead and dive in, set your imagination free!

  2. Write something big, Write something small,
    Write something
    Ready, Set, Go – you have 25 minutes, but if that is not possible, take as long as you need and, have fun!

OLWG #143- Am I Here?

This week’s prompts are at the bottom. The words below are inspired by my good friend, Ms Rose, and written just for practice. Practice makes perfect.

Here’s how to play along, if you are unsure.



He drove all night to get to Santa Fe on time. His contract called for him to be at his employer’s house no later than 6:00 AM. The man was paying good; so Danny pulled to the curb in front of a two story adobe at 5:45 and parked. An ancient man beckoned from a rocker that was positioned at the corner of a wide wrap-around porch.

Danny waved and got out of his truck. He slammed the door and walked around the front end of the vehicle. The path to the house meandered to the porch steps and as he followed it Danny took the time to evaluate the home. It was old, and a little bit run down, but Danny could see that there were a lot of stories in that venerable clay. If only the walls could talk.

He addressed the man in the rocking chair, “You must be Mr Coloradas.”

The old man responded with a simple nod of his head and said. “You must be Daniel DeYoung.”

“Please, call me Danny; no one has ever called me Daniel except my mother, and then only when I was in trouble.”

The old man smiled, “OK, Danny. My name’s Casper. Mr Coloradas was my father’s name, and he was a real horse’s ass. I’d rather be known as Casper. I’ve got a fresh pot of coffee in the kitchen. I’d go get you some, but these old bones don’t move as easily as they used to. Help yourself, if you’re so inclined. There’s a cup waiting for you right next to the coffee pot.”

Danny pulled open the screen door and followed his nose to the coffee. He poured a cup, glanced around and headed back out to the porch. It was time to find out what Casper Watson needed a writer for.


This week’s prompts are:

  1. sacred ground
  2. talk deep into the night
  3. the evening’s shot

  1. Go ahead and dive in, set your imagination free!

  2. Write something big, Write something small,
    Write something
    Ready, Set, Go – you have 25 minutes, but if that is not possible, take as long as you need and, have fun!

OLWG #142- Bedtime for Idogbe

This week’s prompts are at the bottom. The words below are about writing, written just for practice. Practice makes perfect.

Here’s how to play along, if you are unsure.



Idogbe brushed his fang and peed. Reluctantly, he shuffled his feet and moved down the hallway to his bedroom.

“Go on and get in bed, Idogbe,” his mother hollered from the kitchen, “Pick out a book and I’ll be right up there to read to you.”

Idogbe reached around the door jamb, clicked on the light, and studied his room, all clear. From the shelf, he pulled out his favourite book. It was about a worm that lived in a greengrocer’s shop. The worm had grown weary of eating regular vegetables and fruits. He wanted to add some variety to his diet. So when the greengrocer began stocking coconuts the little worm had to figure out a way to get inside so that he could eat it.

He looked in the closet and under the bed but he didn’t see anything scary so he crawled between the sheets, squeezed his eyes shut, and clutched the book tightly to his chest.

Mom came up just a few minutes later to read and tuck him in. She seemed to be crying. A tear was making its way from the big eye in the center of her forehead and sliding down past her nose.

“What’s wrong, Momma?” Idogbe asked.

“Nothing’s wrong, baby,” Momma said as she straightened the duvet. “I’ve just been chopping onions in the kitchen. What book did you pick out?”

Idogbe showed her the coconut book and she rolled her eye, “Again?” she exclaimed, “Can’t you pick out a different one. I’ve read this book every night for the past week. What do you say? Shall I get us a different one tonight?”

“OK, Momma. Can you get the one about the zoo? And can you check in the attic too?”

“Check the attic… whatever for?”

“I think that big, scary kid lives there. I know she lives somewhere over my bed. Maybe she’s on the roof. Could you check the roof too, Momma?”

“Idogbe, don’t be silly, there are no scary kids living over your bed. You have a big imagination for such a little monster.”


This week’s prompts are:

  1. that was the last anyone ever saw of him
  2. Simon doesn’t like you
  3. selling bibles

  1. Go ahead and dive in, set your imagination free!

  2. Write something big, Write something small,
    Write something
    Ready, Set, Go – you have 25 minutes, but if that is not possible, take as long as you need and, have fun!