Short Fiction, short story

Glassblower’s COVID-19 Response

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Ever since the pandemic made its first creepy appearance, Curtis Genaldi could not comprehend how he would be able to usefully function in his career as a glassblower. While he was able to perform his art, it became clear that the need for beautiful glass objects, no matter how practical, would not be in demand. What he did know was that the need for medical products was one of the greatest needs anywhere he looked. Putting on his thinking cap, Curtis researched and sketched out some ideas on how he could be a help in these hard times and occupy himself, as well. After spending long, tiring hours hunched over his sketch pad, Curtis had a flash, like a light bulb over his moppy head. Calling up his support network, Curtis joined the ranks to create splitters for ventilators, helping coronavirus patients.  

This story was inspired by this news report about a glassblower who helps with COVID-19 You can read the article HERE

And that’s my Six Sentence Story! Go HERE to join in  and read the stories of others.

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Elation

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Chalia’s arms itched relentlessly, as she stood in the long, slow moving line, at least six feet apart from the man in front of her, watching his sweat drenched shirt grow wetter and wetter, Chalia sighed, wondering if her own sweat glands were causing a stench for others in the line.

Reaching back to scratch her upper back, Chalia gracefully turned her nose to check herself for any possible unwanted odor, all she could smell was roses and vanilla, the scent she applied after her cool morning shower, resting in assurance that she passed the test, she relaxed and crossed her arms, shifting her feet and waiting.

It won’t be much longer, she thought as she edged her way closer to the door, I will soon be in the arms of the one I love and we will be together forevermore, and with these thoughts a slight smile graced her face and her eyes moistened with tears of joy.

“What’s that you have in your hand?” Looking down, she wondered what the stranger behind her was referring to when, she realized that it was the mask she held onto for  a brief, cooling moment before putting it back on; “That’s supposed to stay on your face, missy,” chided the stranger.

Shifting her feet in the line and approaching the door, Chalia had a thought of saying something back to the stranger, when she realized that it may be best to leave well enough alone, before meeting her beloved at the hospital to take him home, nothing would get in the way of her elation.

Taking no chances

she walked carefully

following the rules

letting her have time

to cherish the moments

for who knew how long

letting elation become

the most important part

of her life forevermore

…..

This is in response to the Living Poetry prompt and the Six Sentence Story prompt.

Short Fiction, short story

The Non-Essential Salesman Gets Sold

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The Non-Essential Salesman Gets Sold

It was not long before Horace started exhibiting marked changes in his personality, mostly exhibiting sadness, just about two weeks into being closed in his house.

His wife, Charlotte, was at her wit’s end trying to keep her mind as Horace followed her around all day long.

It was all because Horace identified as a salesman in a non-essential business, and he was lost as to what to do with his time.

Never having hobbies outside of his bowling league on Sunday nights, no way to do that with all the restrictions, he would pace the floor and consume mass quantities of any foods within his reach.

Charlotte was quick not to mention how he should have had a hobby or that he might want to read a book or watch TV, neither of which he could settle down to do, she didn’t want to hurt his feelings, he was a good man.

Then it happened that on the news there were stray dogs featured who needed good homes and Horace’s eyes lit up and he realized that he could provide a home for a doggy and called the number on the screen; Charlotte smiled to herself as she had set it up that he would see the program and she felt like she may have won the sales award for 2020.

…..

There you have it! This is this weeks response to the Six Sentence Story Prompt of “Identity” Want to join in? You can click here: Girlie on the Edge

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Quarantini Time

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Challenge Accepted

A friend asked me to write a poem call “Quarantini” about a martini related to COVID-19, of course using some humor. I wrote the poem, which sounded like a ditty and changed it up. This may be my worse poem ever and I am letting it play.

Quarantini Time

When COVID-19 came along

My friend suggested I write a poem

All about a new martini

Given the name quarantini

 

In what they call a quarantine

Many people stay unseen

Keeping in their houses closed

Running out for a reload

 

Life becomes about books and TV

Some will party on with sad glee

Cooking and cleaning and eating freely

Some will have highballs and martinis

 

This is where my friend comes in

With some vodka and some gin

Mixing with vermouth for them

Landing olives by the rim

 

Deciding to try something new

To match colors to be true

A concoction to show no defeat

They came up with the quarantini

 

The colors that we tend to see

Are pinks and whites and crystallies

In little balls of spikes and spheres

To look at it would not bring fear

 

It’s like an ornament or candy

But getting it would not be dandy

This stuff is not to be played with

Unless you have a life to give

 

Mindful seriousness you see

It’s hard to come up with a drink

Try they tended and pulled it off

Downed it with nary a cough

 

This is the magic of this concoction

A patent would not be an option

It’s not that kind of beverage

Just trying to give humor leverage

 

If you want to know the mix

Simply it’s an easy fix

Using booze or soda or juice

Shake with ice and strain it smooth

 

It can be made with garnishes or not

Depends on what you’ve got in stock

Tastes vary tart or sweet or dry

Mattering not what when or why

 

If you’ve figured it out by now

The quarantini recipe is not about how

It depends on what is in the house

Leaning on if you can go out

 

Possibly it tastes like H2O

Depending on what’s on hand to flow

It’s about the attitude of positivity

We all can have a quarantini

This came from my prompt for National Poetry Month – There is a new prompt daily, so be sure to check in!

 

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Humor in These Days of Our Lives – National Poetry Month April 6 2020

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Just like Ina Garten made this giant martini for the stay-at-home effort, it’s not such a bad idea to use humor in times of trial. If you have ever watched an episode of MASH you will see how the medical staff in a horrible time turned to humor to survive. I’ve done it and I suspect you all have done it, too. So, for today’s prompt let’s write a humor poem. It does not have to be about these days trials, but feel free to do so. If you want to go into a whole different time and place, go for it. Let’s have some laughs.

If you would like to try some other prompts or combine prompts, you can also check out a couple of others, such as Robert Lee Brewer’s Poetic Asides or NaPoMriMo

Happy Writing!

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BONUS!! You can always use this photo prompt!!