A Woman Scorned

Madler and his bride exited the Deadwood stage.  Deadwood Annie downed her whisky and water, shot the gambler dead, threw the ring he gave her at his feet, and rode out of town.

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Oh, I don’t know if that’s the best thing ever written, but it’s 33 words for that weekend Trifextra challenge.  They wanted 33 words to include the words stage, ring, and water.  I had to write something yesterday, because there is sometimes a very serious “lack of doing” that goes on around here whenever I don’t have my little one around, especially right after I get home, to my empty house, right after taking her home, especially if it’s a weekend.  The single life (any time when my daughter isn’t here) is a peaceful life, but it’s really, really boring.  I also (to keep busy) had to pull the weeds from the cracks in my patio, and spray the cracks, and get drunk with the neighbors, and pass out on my couch till way past sunup, and skip church and sleep till noon today, and life is just a tad bit better-seeming than yesterday after I first got home from dropping her off.

That’s all TMI, but I know I ain’t the only person in life or in blog-land that gets waves of “blue-ness” washing over them.  Just forcing yourself to do things isn’t necessarily a cure, but it is a distraction.  So are whores, but I don’t live in Nevada, and jail time doesn’t sound like fun.

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14 Responses to A Woman Scorned

  1. H.E. ELLIS says:

    TTD, Westerns are your wheelhouse. Very compelling read for only 33 words.

    I get the blue-ness you speak of. I sit in front of my computer, telling myself to write but nothing comes to mind. Sometimes I wonder if I can do it anymore.

    How’s that for mopey?

    • We all just need to do a “Stewart Smalley” on ourselves. Minnesota Senator Al Franken, from his SNL days that is, when he’d look in the mirror and say “I’m good enough, I’m smart enough, and, doggone it, people like me!” Oh, Christ, I like to mope too much–it’s when you carry it around like a badge, like I do sometimes, that it ain’t right.
      You CAN do it, my friend.
      And thanks, by the way.

  2. debseeman says:

    It’s different and I like it.

  3. Draug419 says:

    Love that wild west.

  4. She had a very business-like briskness to the actions. Great job! Thank you for linking up!

  5. Mrs Fever says:

    Melancholy, you. Hugs, Deluxe.

  6. Anna says:

    Distraction from the blue this is why I enjoy reading your blog. I would love to do challenges like this, but I can never quite convince my thread that fun is sometimes just fun.

    … and your story is ridiculously good. You’ve absolutely mastered the art of flash fiction and I am rather jealous of your awesome.

    • You made my day, Anna, thanks. I’m sure you won’t read this reply for a week because you’ll be too busy breathlessly awaiting any news about the new Royal Diaper-Filler.
      I do Trifecta because it’s nice to have external prompts sometimes, because I can’t think of anything I care enough about to actually write about, because the weekend Trifextra ones are all so easy to read since they’re usually only 33 words long, and because it’s something to do, I guess. I really want to do my own stuff. Maybe soon. This weekend was just a big “blue” wave washing over me for awhile, and a little writing was a little therapy.

      So glad you liked it.

  7. I’m with Deadwood Annie. Shoot him dead. Even if he didn’t do anything. That’s weird about prostitutes being illegal. They’re not here, except if they’re traipsing around the streets without a licence. Just like plumbers really.

    • I hope you don’t advocate murdering all men. Prostitutes being just like plumbers, huh? I’m assuming they like to show a little butt-crack also then. 😉 Perhaps I need to visit Australia.

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