Twittering Tales – A Dangerous Lady

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The lady stepped out of her spacious hotel and hailed a cab. Instantly they lined up for her custom.  People called her Aphrodite. She always appeared kind but she was on the prowl for someone to manipulate. Who shall it be this time, a Chief Exec or maybe a President?

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This was written for Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales Challenge. Click on the link below if you’d like to take part.

Twittering Tales #149 – 13 August 2019

 

I have also included the following Word Prompts:

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/08/13/rdp-tuesday-spacious-2/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/08/13/lady/

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50 Word Thursday – The Dearly Departed

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And the words:

“Miss Wonderly murmured, “Thank you,” softly as before and sat down on the edge of the chair’s wooden seat.” – The Maltese Falcon – Dashiell Hammett.

 

Her mother had been one of those forthright people who had dominated every conversation with her authority. She always gave her opinion, whether asked for or not and seemed to take pleasure in causing upset and distress to everyone. “Don’t you think, dear, you don’t have the figure for satin?” she would say and revel as she reduced her victim to a self-conscious wreck.

She would bully anyone who was unfortunate enough to cross paths with her, even her doctors in the hospital were terrified of her, right up until her final illness. She fought them until her last breath.

She’d also planned her funeral to the last detail, which hymns were to be played, what people were allowed to wear, no bright colours, she’d stipulated Black only. She was not one of those modern ladies who specified “No flowers, donations to charity only”, she wanted Carnations and roses, no chrysanthemums, she’d detested those.

“It was karma really”, Miss Wonderly said to herself as she looked around the spacious and empty hall.

The Vicar cleared his throat and gently asked: “Would you like me to hold on a moment longer?”

She was a gentle lady who’d looked after her mother tirelessly and with patience for years, but who knew the truth.

“No, thank you, vicar. You may as well start the service. No one else is coming.” She replied very softly.

Miss Wonderly murmured, “Thank you,” softly as before and sat down on the edge of the chair’s wooden seat.

[250 Words]

 

This story was written for the 50 Word Thursday Challenge. Click on the link below if you like to take part in the challenge.

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2019/08/08/50-word-thursday-32/

All the responses will be posted in my results post on Wednesday and then a new 50 Word Thursday challenge will begin.

 

I have also included the following word prompts:

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/08/13/lady/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/08/13/your-daily-word-prompt-karma-august-13-2019/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/08/13/rdp-tuesday-spacious-2/

FOWC with Fandango — Authority

 

50 Word Thursday – The Hidden Gem

 

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and here are the words:

“If you dare nothing, then when the day is over, nothing is all you will have gained.”
― Neil Gaiman, The Graveyard Book

 

They’d described the property as ‘a hidden gem with character in the heart of the old city’.

When he’d managed to book a visit, he could see the description was enigmatic at best. In fact, their intent had obviously been to deceive. You couldn’t have seen a more surreal property for sale. It was an old chapel surrounded by the graves of the dead.

As they ambled around the grounds, the property agent failed to mention the tombstones, but they were the elephant in the room, looming larger than life, but somehow glossed over.

Inside the building, they’d gone to some effort to remove traces of what it had once been. Even the crypt had been carpeted.

The price was surprisingly inexpensive, should he take it? Well, ‘If you dare nothing, then when the day is over, nothing is all you will have gained’ he thought to himself. After all, it would be nice to have so many of his relatives close by.

“I’ll take it,” he said, and the surprised look on the agent’s face was a picture.

The guy fumbled for the rolled-up forms from his pocket.

“Excellent, what name shall I put down?” he asked.

“Count Dracula.”

[200 Words]

 

This story was written for the 50 word thursday Challenge: See the link below:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2019/08/01/50-word-thursday-challenge-31/

I will be posting all the entries later today, so you have time if you want to take part. See the rules on the link, entries must be in 50 word increments up to a max of 250.

I have also included the following word prompts in my story:

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/08/06/elephant/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/08/07/your-daily-word-prompt-enigmatic-august-7-2019/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/08/06/rdp-tuesday-intent/

FOWC with Fandango — Surreal

 

Twittering Tales – A change of heart.

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Photo by David Reed at Pixabay.com

 

They’d been stuck on the island for seven years. At first, they’d hated each other. She thought he had a massive chip on his shoulder and he thought she was terribly stuck up.

It was only when the helicopter came to rescue them, did they realise they never wanted to be apart.

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This story was written for Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales Challenge, click on the link below:

Twittering Tales #148 – August 6, 2019

 

I have also included the following word prompt:

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/08/05/chip/

Twittering Tales – The Last Laugh

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Photo by enriquelopezgarre at Pixabay.com

 

She sat under an umbrella, her pale body sheathed in fine linen with bare skin smothered in sun-cream.

She gazed at the young and foolish who camp out burning in the full sun.

A few laughed at the young girl covered from head to toe.

She had the last laugh; she was nearly fifty.

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This story was written for Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales, Click on the link below:

Twittering Tales # 147 – 30 July 2019

 

I have also included the following word prompt:

FOWC with Fandango — Camp

 

The Island Getaway ~ FTS 2019 #14

I have been tagged by Sadje of Keep it Alive blog, in this Finish the Story Challenge,

Click here to read her post:

Finish The Story #14- 2019

Teresa, The Haunted Wordsmith began this story:

As soon as Liam read the advertisement, he knew the place was for him. Three-story newly renovated home on a private island in the middle of Hidden Hollow Lake. Owner motivated to sell.

“I will have it!” He scanned the ad for a contact number and phoned it immediately. To his surprise, the agent said the house was his as soon as she answered the phone. “What do you mean the house is mine? I haven’t even made an offer yet.”

She laughed. “Mr Owens, I have been instructed to sell the home to the first person who called, and today is your lucky day. I can meet you on the pier in an hour with your keys.”

“Oh… okay… yeah! Today really is my lucky day, isn’t it?”

Liam rushed around his tiny apartment, threw a few items into a backpack, and caught the train to the pier. Halfway expecting this to be a scam, he was gobsmacked when a professional-looking woman approached him, smiling.

“Mr Owens, I presume?”

“Um, yeah, that’s me.”

“Good. Sign here, please, and I can release your keys to you.”

His hand shook with anticipation as he scratched his name on the form.

“And here are your keys. That man will take you to the island,” she said, pointing to a man in a small rowboat. “Thank you for your business.”

He watched as she walked toward the parking lot and disappeared into the crowd. “How’d she know my name?”

“You ready?” the boatman called.

“Oh, yeah. Sorry.” He climbed into the rowboat and took in the beautiful scenery before him, forgetting all about the sales agent. “This is really pretty, isn’t it?”

The man didn’t respond.

“Ok.” Liam sat in silence until the island came into view. It looked exactly as it had in the advertisement. He rubbed his eyes and pinched himself, convinced it was a dream.

“Get out here,” the boatman said, sternly as they reached the shore.

“Well, thanks, I guess.” Liam stepped out into knee-deep water and shivered as it soaked his pants. “How do I get back?” he asked as the boatman pushed away from the shore.

“There’s a flare in the house should you need it,” he called back, shaking his head.

Liam turned around and saw …

Li at Tao Talk’s part2 :

Finish the Story 2019 #14 — The Island Getaway

… a school of sharks swimming straight towards him! As a marine biologist, Liam knew it was unheard of for sharks to swim in a freshwater lake, even though he also knew a small canal connected Hidden Hollow Lake to the Atlantic at certain times of the year. Snapping his focus back to survival, his next thought was to run the 50 yards of knee-deep water before they nabbed him.

As Liam ran 10k every morning, it was no problem outpacing his sea-hunters – or so he thought. Even as his fleet feet touched dry sand he felt snapping jaws latch onto the sole of his shoe. Turning around, he saw a 2-foot tiger struggling to get a better grip on the rubber. Liam was blessed to see a piece of driftwood at hand. He grabbed it and beat the small shark on the head until it let loose and flip-flopped and rolled back into the water.

Unfortunately, in his desperate run for his life, Liam had let go of his backpack. Even now he could see it bobbing farther away from shore. He thought of risking it and going back out, but he could see shark fins circling the pack. His wallet, phone, snacks, a few books, and a couple of changes of clothing were in there. His pockets were empty except for his trusty Swiss Army knife.

The boatman had said something about a flare if he needed it. What kind of place was this?

Liam took a deep breath and looked around. The house of his dreams was another 50 yards. As he got nearer, he saw that the curtains to the windows were open, as was the front door. Curiosity getting the better of him, he ran the final yards. Stepping onto the porch, he heard voices talking inside. Imagine his surprise when….

Paula at Light Motifs’ part:

https://lightmotifs.wordpress.com/2019/07/24/the-island-getaway-fts-2019-14/

….he found a bunch of people sprawled over sofas with laptops, iPads, and papers they periodically wadded up in disgust and flung in the corner.

“My agent was right!” moaned one woman. “This is all crap! Every word. I should have become a veterinarian instead.”

Oh no. Liam shrank back in horror. It was too awful to consider. Noooo!

A man stood up. “My poetry is top shelf. If these idiots can’t see that it’s because they’re sheep who want Hallmark card pap. But after I’m dead for another hundred years, well, then they’ll wish they’d appreciated me more.”

Liam’s heart raced with renewed terror. He’d been duped into buying the Ghost Writers’ Grievance Hotel! He’d have to take his chances with the sharks.

“Hey!” The ghost poet pointed at Liam. “Aren’t you that famous publisher’s kid?”

“Me?” Liam’s voice cracked.

The ghostwriters started to float over to the doorway.

“It is him!”

“I saw his photo in the news with Mark Manson.”

“That blogger guy? That’s not real writing.”

“Yes, it is. My friend made thousands on her mommy blog and it was very funny too. Then they turned it into a book!”

“Ridiculous! I’m talking about timeless classics.”

Liam desperately searched for a way to escape these lunatics. But they were all around him now, yapping and jabbering. It was his worst fear.

And then one of them…

Here’s Di’s Part:

https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2019/07/25/the-island-getaway-fts-2019-14/

…… put a ghostly arm around his shoulders and began to merge himself with his body.
‘Get out of me!‘ Liam shouted pulling at his clothes. ‘How dare you invade my personal space without so much as a by your leave!’
‘Sorry,’ the entity smirked. ‘Just wanted to touch base with the living and get some new ideas.’
‘Well sod off! My ideas are mine and I’ll do with them as I wish to thank you very much!’
With that, he turned on his heel and stalked outside to the echoes of their laughter.

Sprawled on the sand he watched the sharks nibbling at his backpack offshore.
No chance of retrieving that then. He was thirsty and hungry, but to eat he had to face them again.
What on earth was he going to do? Could he welch on the deal? After all, no money had actually changed hands, but the place was perfect for inspiration and he had been toying with the idea of writing a novel.
‘Touch base with the living’
‘New ideas’
sifted through his head and a plan began to form…………….

Here is Sadje’s addition:

………Liam picked himself up from the beach and assuming a nonchalant attitude walked back to the house. As he entered it he heard mock clapping from a few of the ghosts. Ignoring them he came to center of the living room and said loudly.  “I am offering a deal to anyone who is brave enough to take it” there was a hush in the room. Then the poet who had tried to co-occupy his body asked him what was it that he was offering. Liam cleared his throat for theatrical effect and said,  “I am offering a collaboration. If you can give me new ideas for my book I will acknowledge your contributions in the book. That way you will achieve the fame you wanted in life, posthumously!”

The room was filled with babbling voices of all the writers and poets. They were excited and intrigued. Liam congratulated himself on his clever idea and went towards the kitchen to get something to eat, leaving them arguing the merits of a collaboration.

As he made himself some coffee and a big sandwich, Liam sensed a presence behind him. The poet and a few other ghosts were there and one of them spoke up “We are happy to take your deal. But we have a condition ……….

Now my addition:

A chill ran down his spine as he felt one of the ghostly forms touch his shoulder.

“What is your condition?” he asked trepidatiously.

The poet grinned, flashing a gap-toothed smile.

“You have to stay here with us on this Island, forever.”

Liam had somehow suspected their request and was willing to go along with it if it will help him realise his dream to become a successful published author. He had no plan to actually keep his word, however. His agile mind went over the idea, what he would gain by it.

“OK, I agree,” Liam said.

The crowd of ghosts cheered so loudly, Liam had to raise his voice to be heard over their din.

“Right, now you need to help me prepare a plotline.”

He had to admit that these literary ghosts had a talent that he could only dream of. The story they collaborated on, was one of the most original, exciting and insightful tales he had ever heard.

However, he had one major problem now……

 

Right then, who shall I tag?

How about Fandango? Fancy having a go?

FOWC with Fandango — Touch

 

 

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/07/26/rdp-friday-prepare/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/07/26/agile/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/07/26/your-daily-word-prompt-raise-july-26-2019/

 

 

 

 

 

 

Finish the Story — The Future Is Down Part The Fourth

Teresa, over at The Haunted Wordsmith first tagged Fandango to carry on her latest Finish the Storyprompt. Teresa starts it out, then tags another blogger, in this case Fandango, to add the next part. I will tag someone else to continue the story and so on and so on.

Fandango at This, That, and The Other has tagged Li at Tao Talk to write the next chapter in this Finish the Story Tale:  The Future is Down.

Then Li tagged me!

Finish the Story — The Future Is Down

Here is Teresa’s Part 1 of “The Future Is Down”:

For fifty generations, the people of Haven have lived in the sky. Floating without a care in the world in balloons and ships passed down from father to son and mother to daughter. Everything a person would ever need in their balloons was provided to them. The sky lord saw to that. The people were happy and the sky lord was happy. But, even in a perfect life, there is born in every generation one person who is not content. Ivan was this generation’s adventurer.

When other kids passed their day playing cards or making up stories with their family, Ivan stared below his balloon and wondered. He wondered what was below the clouds. Was it a world filled with giant monsters that could gobble him in a single bite? Or, was it a world filled with tiny fairies that fluttered around towering trees just waiting for him to come play?

The more he looked, the more he wondered. And the more he wondered, the more he dreamed. Dreamed of leaving the sky.

And that is exactly what he did on his thirteenth birthday after receiving his very own balloon.

“Goodbye,” he shouted, waving as he slowly deflated his balloon. “I love you all, but have to find out. I’ll write when I can!”

As his balloon inched its way down toward the unknown, Ivan’s heart raced with excitement. “I wonder what I’ll see first.”

Ivan didn’t have long to wait, for as soon as he was in a cloud bank, he saw…

And here is Fandango’s part 2:

…a huge, noisy, metallic, cylindrical tube zoom right by him, causing his balloon to start shaking and shimmering in the strange object’s wake. “Oh sky lord,” he screamed, as he tried desperately to regain control of his balloon. “What the Haven was that?”

“That was an airplane,” a voice said. Ivan turned to see that a strange looking animal of some sort had landed on the rim of his balloon’s basket. It was covered in colorful feathers and it had long, feather-covered arms that flapped up and down in a rhythmic motion. It had small, beady eyes and a pointy, hard looking mouth. And when it spoke to Ivan, it was in more of a squawk than a voice.

“What in the sky lord’s name are you?” Ivan asked the creature. “And what was that thing you call an airplane that almost knocked my balloon out of the sky?”

“I’ve heard of beings like you who live in balloons far above the clouds,” squawked the feathered creature, “but I thought it was just an ancient myth.”

“I’m as real as you are, whatever it is that you are,” Ivan said.

“I am Hawkeye,” the creature said, “and I am what the surface beings call a bird.”

“The surface beings?” Ivan said. “Tell me more, Hawkeye.”

Here is Li’s part 3:


Hawkeye started scouring the balloon’s basket, then gurgled, “First, I gotta know, what is it that you sky people eat anyway? You don’t have access to the ground to grow things in, and I know you don’t eat air!”

Ivan had no idea what “ground” was. “We have baskets that collect cloud water and our food grows in them. Is ‘ground’ a kind of container?”

“Oh boy, you got a lot to learn, Ivan. I’ll be happy to show you, but right now I’m ravenous. Got any of that food with you?”

Ivan walked over to a covered area and pulled back the woven mat. There was a large woven, water-tight basket filled with water – and living things. Hawkeye saw various-colored fish, several kinds of swimming insects, as well as seaweed in the water and watercress on top. “Right here. What are you hungry for, Hawkeye?”

Hawkeye spied a school of large green minnows. Lifting one leg, he pointed at them. Ivan grabbed his net and one in smooth motion netted a minnow. “Here ya go!”

As Ivan was an expert minnow-catcher, Hawkeye was an expert minnow-eater, so the minnow was airborne for a heartbeat then straight down into the multi-colored raven’s gullet with nary a swallow. “And I thought I was going to be teaching you things!,” squawked Hawkeye, then hiccuped.

As all of this was transpiring between air boy and earth raven, the balloon was descending further towards land. Thankfully it was early morning and so air traffic was light. Clear of the clouds now, a panorama of the unfamiliar was laid out before Ivan. Every new thing he saw he pointed at and asked for an explanation. Hawkeye, who had a limited attention span, soon grew weary of answering the questions.

“Ivan, my good buddy, I think it is time to show you what ‘ground’ is. I don’t know how well you can steer this thing, but can you take it over there?” Hawkeye pointed one of his toes towards a vast park-like area with plenty of open space and plenty of trees along the edge of it.

“Then what?”

“Then you land!”

“What’s land?”

“It’s where the ground is. Just go there and as we get closer and I’ll tell you what to do.”

 

And here is my Part Four:

As the green space came closer, Ivan was surprised that unlike clouds that became fainter the nearer you got, this stuff appeared more solid. In the distance was a large pale blue splodge on the landscape.”

“What’s that over in the distance?” Ivan asked.

“Oh, that’s Lake Superior. That’s wet stuff. Don’t land there, land on the green stuff instead.”

As they descended Hawkeye shouted “Prepare yourself,” but Ivan was anything but prepared as his balloon basket crashed into something green that sprayed brown stuff into the air.

“Now THAT’s the ground,” said Hawkeye.

“Is it always so hard?” asked Ivan.

“usually, although sometimes you hit wet stuff and sometimes the wet stuff seeps into the ground and that makes it soggy and squishy. They call that Marsh or swamp. Stick to the hard stuff, there are a lot fewer alligators ” Hawkeye explained helpfully.

“So now what?” asked Ivan.

“Well, let’s go for a hike, you can walk on the ground and I’ll fly.”

As they walked on the ground, Ivan was just amazed at seeing the trees towering above him and the sold feel of this ground beneath his feet. He was so in awe that he failed to see someone sitting under a tree and staring up at the sky. Ivan fell over this sky gazers legs and discovered again just how hard the ground was.

“Oh, I’m terribly sorry. Are you OK?” said the person with the long legs.

Ivan picked himself up and dusted himself down.

“No, it was all my fault, I wasn’t watching where I was going, I was staring at the trees.”

“Really? I was staring up at the clouds aren’t they amazing? They always make me think of Wordsworth. ‘I wandered lonely as a cloud that floats o’er vale and hill'”

“That’s very poetic I’m sure, though hardly original, and I know for a fact that clouds are never lonely,” Ivan responded.

Then Hawkeye came swooping over “Oh, I see you’ve met one of them ‘humans’, then. I wouldn’t linger talking to one of them. They’re not very nice, you know?”

………….. End of Part Four……….

 

So who shall I pass the baton on to?

How about Rory of the blog A Guy Called Bloke, he always shakes things up a bit!

Borrow the Lyrics Challenge

 

I have also included the following word prompts:

FOWC with Fandango — Poetic

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/07/12/original/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/07/12/rdp-friday-hike/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/07/12/your-daily-word-prompt-superior-july-12-2019/

 

 

 

 

Twittering Tales – The After Party

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As they stood in the kitchen, they let the wine flow, celebrating a murder well executed.

The body of their old orphanage matron, called The Dragon, had been a sight to behold.

Tom noticed Tee-An. She wasn’t happy. She’ll give the game away. She’d have to be the next to go.

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This story was written for Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales. If you’d like to take part in this great challenge, click on the link below:

Twittering Tales #144 – 9 July 2019

 

I have also incorporated a few word prompts:

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/07/08/dragon/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/07/08/rdp-monday-flow/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/07/08/your-daily-word-prompt-behold-july-8-2019/

A Dragony Post – ;-)

The Word of the Day is Dragon.

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/07/08/dragon/

In the past, I have written two Dragon themed posts.

One was a story about a little boy with a vivid imagination:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2019/02/28/the-adventures-of-jeremy-the-awful-auntie/

The second was this poem shown below:

The Knight and the Dragon

https://www.deviantart.com/alarie-tano

https://www.deviantart.com/alarie-tano

This poem was written in response to this picture challenge from Helene at Willow Poetry:

What do you See? March 12, 2019

 

Over the Bridge, rode the Knight,

In search of his prey,

Armed and ready to fight

despite the odds, Come what may.

He’d given his pledge

To Vanquish that foe,

Who some would allege,

Had brought them much woe.

He searched across the land

The dreaded dragon laid low,

Did it fear his mighty hand?

It would appear so.

For though the Knight looked

Over every hill and dale,

There was no sign whatever,

Of a Dragon, and so ends this tale.

50 Word Thursday – The Importance of Rules.

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And the Words:  “We cast a shadow on something wherever we stand, and it is no good moving from place to place to save things; because the shadow always follows.” –  E.M Forster, A Room with a View. 

This story was written for the 50 Word Thursday challenge, click on the link below to take part:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2019/06/19/50-word-thursday-25/

 

He had been warned not to touch the Maori Guardian Statue but he had an irreverent attitude to rules. Stepping close to admire the finesse of the carving, he was impressed. So much native ritual carving was rather crude if not vulgar. This was different, it seemed to call to him. Ignoring the rules, paying no respect for Maori ritual and culture and not believing in the power of the old Tohunga, the Maori magic priests, he touched the statue.

We cast a shadow on something wherever we stand, and it is no good moving from place to place to save things; because the shadow always follows.

He became the shadow as the dark, extraneous spirit trapped inside the guardian statue found a new host to occupy. As Temahakauiri stepped out into an unfamiliar world, the tourist’s screams could not be heard trapped inside the ancient statue. Rules were important.

[150 Words]

It is not too late to take part in this challenge. I will be collating and publishing all the entries about 9pm tonight GMT, and Teresa, the Haunted Wordsmith will be posting a new challenge in the morning.

 

I have also included the following word prompts:

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/06/26/your-daily-word-prompt-extraneous-june-26-2019/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/06/25/rdp-tuesday-sub-finesse/

FOWC with Fandango — Irreverent

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/06/25/vulgar/