Posted in Mi Vida Loca, nonfiction, postaday

Questions and Answers

Good Thursday, Folks! (Unless you are ahead or behind, then good Friday, Wednesday!) I like covering my bases…..

Today I thought we would have a bit of fun. Goodness knows with all the doom and gloom we need some. The world has gone crazy, folks. Just crazy. I’m gettin’ off the crazy train for a day. Want to join me?

Almost buried under all the political stuff on Facebook, there was a question and answer thing going around. I always like them things. So, I thought I would do that today.

You can do a post yourself, or just answer them in the comments. I love getting to know you better.

Ok, here we go…..

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1. Who are you named after?

No one that I know of. My mom was into French names at the time. My sister is Nadine and my mom wanted to name me Jacqueline. She shortened it to Jackie because she thought Jacqueline would be too hard for a little kid.
2. Last time you cried?

Probably yesterday. I cry all the time. I’m a crying machine. Actually, I’m just stressed and emotional lately so everything makes me cry. I can cry at a sad picture, a commercial, just about anything.
3. Do you like your handwriting?

Most of the time. My mother had really fancy handwriting and I used to copy hers when I was young. So now my handwriting can get fancy most times. When I’m tired or my arthritis is acting up it gets a bit messy.
4. What is your favorite lunch meat?

I don’t eat a lot of processed food. When I do eat lunch meat it’s usually bologna. Or salami.


6. Longest Relationship? 

The one I’m in now. Will be 16 years in September. 


7. Do you still have your tonsils?

Sure do. The only thing I don’t have is a gallbladder. And some people say a heart…but don’t believe everything you hear about me. 


8. Would you bungee jump? 

No. That’s the short answer. I have weak ankles. With my luck, I’d break both ankles from the bungee cord. 


9. What is your favorite kind of cereal? 

Cheerios or Shredded Wheat


10. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off? 

No. But then they don’t have shoelaces. They are the velcro kind. 


11. Do you think you’re strong? 

Physically…no…not anymore as I’m an old woman. Mentally, yes.


12. Favorite ice cream? 

I don’t really eat ice cream anymore. Diabetic. I like the frozen yogurt they have out now. 


13. What is the first thing you notice about someone? 

The eyes. They really do say a lot. 


14. Football or baseball?

Neither. I’m not a sports fan. 


15. What color pants are you wearing? 

Blue jeans


16. Last thing you ate? 

Chicken strips. Baked, better for me. 


17. What are you listening to? 

The husband is watching TV and the furnace is running.


18. If you were a crayon, what color would you be? 

This one is harder than you would think. I love purple but I’m not really in a purple mood. Hm, I will say……beige…just eh.


19. What is your favorite smell? 

I have several. Lemon, green apple or lilac. 


20. Who was the last person you talked to on the phone? 

I don’t talk on the phone often. Last live person, I talked to was a nurse at the doctor’s office for the husband. 


21. Married? 

Oh god am I……..


22. Hair color? 

Reddish light brown with a whole lot of silver. My bangs are silver and I have a wide streak of silver on the left side. Hm, hell, maybe I should have just answered silver and let it go at that. 


23. Eye Color? 

Well, according to most people my eyes are blue. I don’t see it myself. My driver’s license says gray. They change. I’m weird. 


24. Favorite food? 

Mexican food. The good stuff. The main reason  I miss Texas is their TexMex food. 


25. Scary movies or happy endings? 

I don’t watch movies. Especially scary ones, so I guess it will have to be happy endings.


26. Last movie you watched? 

See the above answer. The last movie I watched in a theater was Saving Private Ryan. Now you know how old that one is. 


27. What color shirt are you wearing? 

Blue. It’s a blue kind of day.


28. Favorite holiday? 

Halloween. I love it. Christmas is a close second. 


29. Beer or Wine? 

Neither. I don’t drink alcohol.


30. Night owl or morning person? 

When I was younger, I was a morning person. I loved early mornings when the sun was rising. Now, I’m a night owl. Only until about 10 pm though. Then I’m a bed person…….I did mention I was old.


31. Favorite day of the week?

Any day I’m still breathing.

 

 

 

Posted in Fiction, Flash Fiction, Wednesday Whatever!, writing

Wednesday Whatever! ~~ A short story

Today I decided to do a little bit of writing. I went to *Random First Line Generator* and just decided to do a short story with whatever first line I happened to like.

Below is what I came up with for the first line of:

The footsteps were moving away.

 

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The footsteps were moving away. She took a deep breath, drew the hood over her head and turned to dart in the opposite direction when her ears picked up a slight sound. She froze, her nerves tingling. If she was caught they would kill her. No questions asked, no hesitation.

The sound of faint buzzing came from behind her. Damn. One of those mechanical tracking devices had caught her scent. If she didn’t move fast she was dead and she wasn’t ready to die today.

Reaching into her pocket she withdrew a small vial. After smashing the vial into the ground she ran down a flight of stairs barely visible in the darkness. Inside the vial was a concoction of her own making. A vile and long lingering scent that would confuse the tracking device long enough for her to make her escape.

Her lips curved up into a small sneer as she raced around the next building. It would take more than a few slow-moving guards and a bloodhound machine to stop her. She knew it had been a risk to come this close to her enemy but it was also the only way to get the information she needed.

Carson could make demands, yell and fret all he wanted. It didn’t make any difference. Sasha was always going to do what she wanted when she wanted. How else were they going to free her father from the prisons of Alazaban?

Her father was all the family she had left in this desolate wasteland of a world. She wasn’t going to lose him to a loathsome, ego-maniac like Drakon.

Drakon was a self-made lunatic. He had money, power, and men behind him. She had herself, Carson and a few rag-tailed friends. Sasha felt the odds were still in her favor. After all, Carson was the best mechanic around and could build things from almost nothing. Her strengths were that she was a genius with chemicals.

With the two of them and her few friends, she would make Drakon sorry he ever took notice of her that fateful day last year in the market. She wasn’t about to give in to Drakon’s demands.

Because she refused his advances, Drakon took her total dislike of him and made her the promise that she would pay for her stupidity. He called it stupid, she called it survival. It was well known what Drakon did to his former lovers when he got tired of them. She wasn’t going to suffer the same fate.

He kidnapped her father and told her she could trade herself for him. Wasn’t going to happen. Sasha was going to get her father back…or die trying.