Cute story!! Cindy, we gotta be loud to be noticed! Good ideas for the days of the week, too! Inspiring that you’ve committed in that way! Haha, I think to myself, wouldn’t it be nice if you had a plan (kinda like what you did here) but then I remember I’m me and plans… don’t stick. 🤣 But I’m excited for you and look forward to these theme days!
I am posting this here today. Next week I will post it on my Substack on a scheduled day.
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Dreams
Thunder crashed over head and sent the dog scooting under the desk where he quivered.
“That’s a good place for him,” stated Marcia as she picked up her glass of wine. “He’s been basically useless since Mike left.”
Cindy paused with her wine glass poised over her mouth before pulling it back and setting it on the table. “Mike is gone?”
Marica looked over the rim as she drained her glass. “More?” she inquired as Cindy held her glass out. “Yes,” Marcia said rather huffily. “He is gone. I had to tell him to go his own way. I had enough of his pettiness, his rudeness and most certainly his…..”
“Playing games, His macho ideas, his…”
“Let’s not bash the guy too much. Let’s say it was too lonely being with him. Been down that way once. Okay, been down that way twice. Never going back again.” They laughed loudly.
When did this happen?” inquired a wide eyed Cindy.
“When we were down at Silver Springs trying to make up for the last fight. He had bought me a chain. At that point I turned to him and said I don’t need no sugar daddy. I need a man who cares about me and is into me. “
“Good for you,” replied Cindy. “You don’t need your illusions of love shattered by anyone.” They listened as the wind blew in the night. Cindy spoke to break the silence. “You’ve got to think about the times to come. Forget him. He is second hand news.”
Marica looked over at Cindy. “He sent me this note.”
“I wish you all the love in the world”
“Nice thought,” said Marcia, “but it’s too late. I don’t believe in miracles. He’s not going to change. He’s gone his own way. I can’t stop my life. I have to move on.”
Cindy looked at Marcia with large eyes. “So you are over him. He’s not coming back into your life?”
Marcia glanced over at Cindy, taking a good look. “You are a good friend Cindy. Thank you for listening.”
“My love’s got nothing to do. I am here for you.”
Marcia refilled their wine glasses. “We need to talk.”
Cute story!! Cindy, we gotta be loud to be noticed! Good ideas for the days of the week, too! Inspiring that you’ve committed in that way! Haha, I think to myself, wouldn’t it be nice if you had a plan (kinda like what you did here) but then I remember I’m me and plans… don’t stick. 🤣 But I’m excited for you and look forward to these theme days!
Ha! You show up every day, Jennifer! No problems.
I am forcing ‘the sticky’ to get unstuck from the wax and wane of my consistency.
I am posting this here today. Next week I will post it on my Substack on a scheduled day.
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Dreams
Thunder crashed over head and sent the dog scooting under the desk where he quivered.
“That’s a good place for him,” stated Marcia as she picked up her glass of wine. “He’s been basically useless since Mike left.”
Cindy paused with her wine glass poised over her mouth before pulling it back and setting it on the table. “Mike is gone?”
Marica looked over the rim as she drained her glass. “More?” she inquired as Cindy held her glass out. “Yes,” Marcia said rather huffily. “He is gone. I had to tell him to go his own way. I had enough of his pettiness, his rudeness and most certainly his…..”
“Playing games, His macho ideas, his…”
“Let’s not bash the guy too much. Let’s say it was too lonely being with him. Been down that way once. Okay, been down that way twice. Never going back again.” They laughed loudly.
When did this happen?” inquired a wide eyed Cindy.
“When we were down at Silver Springs trying to make up for the last fight. He had bought me a chain. At that point I turned to him and said I don’t need no sugar daddy. I need a man who cares about me and is into me. “
“Good for you,” replied Cindy. “You don’t need your illusions of love shattered by anyone.” They listened as the wind blew in the night. Cindy spoke to break the silence. “You’ve got to think about the times to come. Forget him. He is second hand news.”
Marica looked over at Cindy. “He sent me this note.”
“I wish you all the love in the world”
“Nice thought,” said Marcia, “but it’s too late. I don’t believe in miracles. He’s not going to change. He’s gone his own way. I can’t stop my life. I have to move on.”
Cindy looked at Marcia with large eyes. “So you are over him. He’s not coming back into your life?”
Marcia glanced over at Cindy, taking a good look. “You are a good friend Cindy. Thank you for listening.”
“My love’s got nothing to do. I am here for you.”
Marcia refilled their wine glasses. “We need to talk.”
Songs referenced.
Second Hand News
Dreams
Never Going Back Again
Don't Stop
Go Your Own Way
Songbird
The Chain
You Make Loving Fun
I Don't Want to Know
Oh Daddy
Gold Dust Woman
Silver Springs
Great story, Bill! I love all the song references, too. Thanks for sharing