UNLEASHED – for TWITTERING TALES # 39
Twittering Tale #39 – 4 July 2017
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Time for another interesting photo prompt from Kat, for Twittering Tales. To join in, and also see other entries, just click the above link.
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Photo by Ottavio at Pixabay.com
UNLEASHED
Rotted wood and rusty wire
Explosion proves Devil’s a liar
No escaping Demon’s pyre
Now situation classified dire
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Thanks for visiting! Peace }i{
© 2017 BS
CAUTION! WEIRD POST AHEAD!
On a hot summer night, I was up in the stands at a race-car event. The track was huge, and cars were zip, zip, zipping past, sounding like mosquitoes. I watched them for awhile, but also kept looking up at the dark sky, like I do all the time, looking at the stars. As usual, I kept hoping a UFO would show itself.
Suddenly, I did see movement in amongst the stars, and it seemed to be getting closer. It was just a bright, little light, but was moving very fast toward us, here at the race. It got closer, still, until it was right above the track, and it began circling around, just like the fast race-cars. It was an even faster blur. It seemed to be a small jet plane, like an Air Force jet. How it could zoom around so super fast, I don’t know. Everyone watching from the stands were amazed.
After a couple of turns around the track, it took off, back into the dark sky. We watched until it was just a small, bright speck of light, again. However, just before we lost sight of it, we saw a giant explosion up in the sky, shooting orange flames, miles high.
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Writing down a dream
Nothing is as it seems
Writing down a dream
There’s a message, but what does it mean?
ooo – ooo – ooo – ooo
Writing down a dream
Remembering every scene
Writing down a dream
Visions are quite extreme
ooo – ooo – ooo – ooo
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Thanks for visiting! Peace }i}
© 2017 BS
This is the second true story of my misadventures with Mexican food. As I mentioned in the first one, “Tamale Tumble”, strange things happen when we have Mexican food. I don’t know why…it doesn’t happen with other types of food.:)
This one is what I like to call….
EXPLODING ENCHILADAS
“Oh, my God! The enchiladas exploded!” we screamed, and dodged, as hot glass and enchiladas went flying off in all directions.
Talk about a ‘hot mess’, we had one.
Grabbing the cats out of the way, so they wouldn’t step in or eat glass, we put them in a bedroom.
Looking at the huge mess in the kitchen, I was thinking all that work of planning, cooking, and decorating is now ruined. But what could we do? Shaking our heads, and laughing at the ridiculousness of the situation, we began the clean up.
It was me, my daughter, and her fiancee, trying to wipe up hot glass and enchiladas, without burning or cutting our hands. The deconstructed enchiladas were everywhere…on the stove, the cabinet, and the floor. There may have even been some on the ceiling, and I saw shards of glass in the side dishes of beans and rice.
It looked impossible to get it all wiped up. We must have used a whole roll of paper towels.
It had started out as a fun evening. My daughter had brought her fiancee over for a meal, for the first time. I’d gotten industrious…figured enchiladas would be just the thing, since we make them all the time, and they turn out great. I even decorated a bit, hanging up some sombreros, and putting a tiny pinata on the table. I’d used a colorful horse blanket for a tablecloth.
Now, look at what a wonderful first impression my future son-in-law has had of me and my cooking. He was a good sport about it, though. As we finished cleaning, we all wondered what we were going to eat, since the explosion had effectively ended my plans.
We looked at each other…”Pizza!” we decided. My now son-in-law was the hero that night. He went and picked us up a wonderful pizza, and even paid for it. We sat there at the table with the Mexican decorations, and enjoyed our meal, as we talked about the crazy thing that had happened.
The night of the exploding enchiladas is now just a funny family story we like to tell. 🙂
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