JOELLE’S TALES: FIRST THURSDAY OF THE MONTH #TMAT120 #WRITING #PROMPT FOR MAY 2018
PLEASE participate
It isn’t as much fun as trampling roaches, but a lot less messy.
TELL ME A TALE IN 120 WORDS
Welcome to May 3.
Today’s prompt is: Tell me a tale about a defining moment in your life.
So that you don’t feel so alone in your embarrassment, I’ll share a vignette with you:
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At what moment does a woman look in the mirror and say, “Oh, dear God! I’m old!!!”
At 42, I married a man 17 years younger. I have to admit the orgasms were stellar. We were together for 4 years, but as you can imagine, building a relationship on great sex doesn’t last long.
My defining moment happened well after the divorce papers were signed. Half asleep, I walked toward a mirrored bathroom door, wondering why my mother was coming toward me. A good question, considering the fact she was dead.
I’ve come to terms with the realization that I’ll never again turn heads; but for the remainder of my life, old will always be 10 years older than me.
Here are the rules:
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A prompt for #TMAT120 will be given the first Thursday of every month. The prompt challenge begins whenever it’s that day in your time zone. It ends on the 1st Thursday of the next month.
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Copy and paste your 120 word entry into the reply section below, along with a link to your blog. To me, everyone who enters is a winner, but if you must have a winner, the entry with the most likes wins.
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Limit your #TMAT120 post to 120 words. People who participate in limited-word prompts aren’t expecting a 1,000 word explanation before it begins.
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When/if you publish your entry on your blog, use the #TMAT120 picture to show that you are participating in the prompt. Please don’t alter (except for size).
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Please don’t use hard-core curse words. They’ll be edited out if you do, and you might not like the words I choose to replace them with. 🙂
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Take time to read other people’s #TMAT120 & their posts, after all you might make a new friend.
© Joelle LeGendre Joelle’s tales: Tell me a tale in 120 words
That’s a good (real) tale Joelle. Sex is great for a while.
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LOL! After a while, a woman prefers the brain in a guy’s head….not his other brain. 🙂
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Right…😃
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Here you go Joelle. 120 words of temper.
We’d argued, yet again, only this time I didn’t back down.
I can’t even remember what triggered it all off to be honest.
The jelly and trifle, including glass dish, got rammed in my face. It hurt, but tasted OK and I didn’t waste a drop.
She wasn’t so fortunate. I raised my hand and slapped her.
Her face stayed put, but her jaw went sideways.
She couldn’t speak.
I tried not to laugh.
Mum went white, and with Dad took her to the hospital.
I sat down and cried.
The bruise was interesting to explain to anyone who asked.
She may have started it, but I sure as hell finished it.
And learned to keep my temper in check.
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Wow! What a powerful story! And the first one in.
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Hope you get loads more.
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Thanks. 🙂
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oops, forgot the link
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I love a wanderer-finds-love story. Makes me want to go awwww…
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Happy Thursday 🙂
The first turning point for me was when I first left my country. I was 23. The first time to be away from my family and to travel to Europe, my adventure. I was sad to leave my parents, but at the same time, looking forward to my journey. Four years later, I was returning to the Philippines – that was the second turning point for me. I have proved that I could do it! I have lived in Switzerland, Germany and the United States. I met Him Indoors in BASF, Germany, where he was also doing some laboratory training. Action and reaction, love happened and we were sad to part ways after the training. Two years later, we got married.
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Are you living in the US? Europe? Etc.? 🙂
Now I’m curious to find out how true love is doing now.
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Joelle, what a wonderful story! After reading your 120 words, I always doubt my efforts. This is a great exercise. Thank for the opportunity. Here is my offering:
It was the early 1980s and the running boom finally came to my small town. Runners seemed to glide effortlessly along streets and sidewalks, nattily dressed in short-shorts and tube socks. I was restless and needed an outlet for an abundance of energy that came from youth. I wanted to run.
Every time I tried, however, I tired after traveling 200 meters. I was dejected. Then I met a woman who was a real runner. She sometimes even ran 10 miles! She told me to go three miles. “I can’t run three miles!” I wailed.
“Not run three miles, go three miles. Walk when you get tired, then start running again.” A light bulb went on. I became a runner.
The link is:
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You have some great posts about running, too. I may not be able to do it, but I’m intrigued about how many interesting ways that runners can find to hone this skill.
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What a creative idea. I hope to participate next month.
That’s quite an age difference. The older people that I know all say that it’s all good until you get old. Then, things just get… iffy.
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Writing has kept me feeling young-er. I try to walk at least 3 times a week, do a bit of yoga, and I think that working helps to keep the mind from atrophy.
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I totally agree.
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On third August 1983, I was preparing for my weekly squash game when the phone rang.
It was my sister ringing to tell me my mother had died that afternoon.
She was a very active woman, she played tennis until she couldn’t hold the racket because of arthritis and then took up lawn bowls.
On the day she died, she went to bowls and then walked home, as always, and made my dad his dinner. She went to lie down and read the paper.
After dad ate his dinner, he found her dead.
That night as I lay in bed, I heard her voice saying goodbye to me.
She was 57. To this day I still miss her.
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That is certainly a defining moment in your life. She was active until the very end and enjoyed her life.
When our parents are gone, there is a space left where they once were. It never goes away.
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No so very true.
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