Ah, the mid point of July has been reached. Usually this is when the sweltering weather begins and we roll into the dog days of August. However I am fairly certain if it gets any hotter people might start sizzling when they walk to their mail boxes. I think I can do without smelling the neighbors frying. I know there are rain dances in many cultures. Does anyone know of a dance that would bring autumn speeding in? Maybe a ticket we could show the cosmic clerk to prove we’ve at least already had our share of the dog days and don’t need the additional ones? Something to think about.
Or maybe we should just press on with the listing of next week’s writing prompts.
Monday, July 18th: The Empire could breathe again.
Tuesday, July 19th: Despite his formidable reputation, I found him quite engaging.
Wednesday, July 20th: They spent their life toiling on land they did not own.
Thursday, July 21st: As much as he wanted to stay, the emperor had other plans for him.
Friday, July 22nd:Terrified, they fled their homes.
Oh my don’t those look like they could start dome fun little tales? But for now we must forget them. Put them away until Monday. At that time we will of course dive right in and swim around in them until we get prune-y or the timer rings, but for now we will forget them and o on with our Friday. I hope you have a fabulous one.
Ten til Midnight 