Today's #MicroPrompt: Anthology

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Sometimes time is
golden, stretching softly to
capture moments in gentle fingers and
braid them into sweet memory. Sometimes
it softens details as it
passes, a touch here, a
caress there, hazing hardship and
happiness alike. Sometimes it
races, a new puppy with a
beloved toy. Sometimes it
slows, sticky as tar to a
tortuous
eternity. But whether the
clock-face is antagonist or protagonist in the
wind of your life's tale, it
always, always keeps on
ticking. #MastoPrompt #MicroPrompt #WSS366

Today's #MicroPrompt: Clock

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The world is stressful—cruelty, dissenting opinions about said cruelty, taxes... Come sit at my table for a while. My bread basket is magic—it can provide whatever you need. Same goes for the teapot on the table, and the larder, if pastry won't do. I can't fix the world, but at least I can provide something of a refuge and a meal—and a listening ear if you wish to tell me of your woes while we sate our hunger!

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Today's #MicroPrompt: Tax
#MrWhiskers
Autumn was frustrating. She was taxing Mother's and Mr. Whisker's nerves. She must be a young one, because she spent last night destroying the house. Today was the day for her vet check, so I was relieved when she and Mother walked out the door. Finally! A few hours of peace!
He hoped the car ride and visit would stem her destructive behavior for a few days.

Today's #MicroPrompt: Tax

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Today's #MicroPrompt: Butter
#MrWhiskers
Mother had forgotten to put the butter away. Mr. Whiskers didn't care, but he watched as Autumn jumped up to investigate the yellow brick. She seemed to always be hungry. She made it through half a stick before Mother found her and shooed her off the counter. Mr. Whiskers gained silent satisfaction from knowing she was trouble and had to be watched. Maybe Mother would reconsider her staying. Then he'd get his self-heating cat bed back!

Civil stretches, sometimes,
squirms beneath my skin until I'm
overspread—not enough butter on
acres of dry bread. The
cards and conversations and
cartoonish-chipper smiles because we've been taught
polite and happy are the same word. The sheer
volume
of needed words, perfectly crafted for
maxsmum meaninglessness—it's all
so heavy. But on days when
I feel myself stretching, at least I have friends who
want real words, and
books—who don't need me
to talk back! #MastoPrompt #MicroPrompt #WSS366

Today's #MicroPrompt: Butter

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Today's #MicroPrompt: Play
#MrWhiskers
Mother named the new cat "Autumn." The big orange girl lounged on Mr. Whisker's catio. It wasn't fair. She was bigger and her bulk won most of the challenges she posed to Mr. Whiskers. His lithe body, maintained through regular play and lots of napping, didn't always win him the best sleeping places. But today, his speed landed him a prime spot on Mother's bed. He sunk happily into the fluffy black comforter and remained unseen for hours.

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Today's #MicroPrompt: Scarf
#MrWhiskers
It was puddled on the living room floor, Mother's favorite indigo and purple scarf. It was flat, as well. Someone had been laying on it and Mr. Whiskers knew it wasn't his doing. Mother let out a disgusted sound as she picked it up and took it to the wash. There were orange mats on it: they stood out against the scarf's rich dark colors. Admittedly, Mr. Whiskers' new room-mate looked very good in such luscious colors.

If you play the chicken dance in *any* form, someone—probably me—will heap curses upon your name and sour all your dairy for the next fortnight! Also chickens will hate your guts for as long as you live. This is no poem, no story—it's plain fact! Take heed and fear accordingly.

Today's #MicroPrompt: Play

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late for a meeting
I scarf down
a slice of pizza
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