The Friday of the Fourth of July, the prompt was "The quandary of the inebriated mariner" (aka "What shall we do with a drunken sailor?"). This prompt made me laugh very hard. It made me sing the song ("Hooray and up she rises!") over and over. It made me think of "The Rime of the Ancient Mariner" ("Water, water everywhere...").
It did not inspire ficlets.
Then we all got sick.
Then I forgot.
But! I am back it. Here are two weeks' worth of Friday Phrases offerings.
From this past Friday (prompt: The sky is falling):
Her personal universe collapsed around her, and she screamed inwardly in rage & grief...and smiled at him and said, "I'm fine, thanks."
He felt like Chicken Little, warning of some far-fetched impending doom. And when it all began, he wished he'd been just as wrong.
Operation Get Out Now was a last-ditch emergency plan. It would never be needed
It went into effect with a text: "The sky's falling."
They called it the Poison Sky as it rained down its death, disease, and destruction on all of humanity. If only they'd listened...
From the Friday before that (prompt: reflection):
Everyone said she was beautiful, kind, funny, smart. She didn't see it. She only saw her flaws, magnified through the lying glass.
She no longer recognized herself. Childhood dreams and innocence were long gone. Only brokenness remained--shards of a past strewn about. (This one actually got a "very nice!" from the Friday Phrases Twitter account, which tickled me to no end.)
That's all for now. Anybody have a favorite?
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