The Versesmith

The Whirligig 299 Prompt words in red. Mariah Carey's shoe closet Come into my closet and look at my shoes , Imelda has nothing on me! The last time I counted if I’m not confused I had fifty-four hundred and three.   Several shelves of flat heels and shoes for peeped toes , also those that I wear for a swim . There’s a pair with blue beading and many with laces , plus the dozen I take to the gym.   My lover, dear man, put up such a flap , but, I said it’s all cut and dried . With a lingering look and a roll of his eyes, he declared I was mad, bona fide.   ©2020 Lisa Smith Nelson. All Rights Reserved

Friday Fiction with Ronovan Writes Ronovan Writes New Year's Eve Special You’re at your Nation’s New Year’s Eve Ball with a mischievous friend or relative. The f/r lights a firework and walks away. The firework goes off at your feet. What happens next? Word Count is 600 words or less.  My 600 words It was the night of the New Year’s Ball, and the festivities were in full swing.   Thousands of floating candles lit the Great Hall, creating wavering shadows on the ancient stone floors.   Witches and wizards, dressed in their best, were dancing, dining, or mingling in the Hall as musicians wandered among the attendees, playing traditional tunes.   A group of wizards gathered in one corner of the vast room, facing not towards the room, as one might expect, but away from it, their backs hunched to shelter their actions from any prying eyes.   Ron and Harry were among them, as were the Weasley twins, Fred and George, and several of their friends.   The ...