Her days wore on. There was sameness, listlessness, and sadness. Each night was exhaled with dark resignation to the sameness and desperation for change.
Mornings began with a soft tune, no jangling BEEPING alarm because sameness and desperation needed gentle beginnings. Rising was a rough shove into the monotony. Coffee, however, warmed and melted edges into soft curves; when eyes are wide open, something unimaginable could be around the corner.
She peeped through her slat covered window, a spectator as a flock of prairie chickens ran and slid down the neighbors snowy hill. A peculiar sight. Scenery unexpectedly changed.
#IamWriting! Thin Spiral Notebook is the new host for 100 Word Challenge and this week and this prompt is her first prompt. The word this week is “Peculiar”. After an extended hibernation, I convinced my muse to take a peek and she was wonderfully intrigued!
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Day In and Day Out 
I really liked this. Sometimes we all need a change of scenery, yes? Thanks for the shout out too.
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I’d swear you were channeling my mother here – so fleshed out and alive!
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Thanks Troy! I think many mother’s can relate to this at some point of parenting.
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I love convincing you, getting you pulled in. So happy I succeeded.
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Look at those! I would love to see them outside my window!
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We have NEVER seen prairie chickens in town. EVER! So surprised to see these big birds frolicking around the neighbors yard. Had to get the binoculars then the camera with a zoom to determine who moved in. 😄
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What a vivid description of ennui. It does seem as if every day is exactly the same, except when it isn’t!
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Loads of good lines here like, “Rising was a rough shove into the monotony.” “Each night was exhaled with dark resignation….” all so good. Life can certainly seem humdrum at times. Thanks for capturing that so well.
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I’m so happy you were able to see the scene. We do indeed need to learn to look beyond the humdrum.
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It felt like a scene straight out of some classic
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Thanks so much! What a wonderful compliment.
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this is just lovely 🙂
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So glad your words are back!
And this was a rush of color on a grey winter day.
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Thanks Kir. Feels good to be writing. I’m determined to get something written every week. I won’t fool myself with lofty ideals. Once a week will do just fine.
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May the prairie chickens be a harbinger of change!
Isn’t it great how a sudden shot of nature can give us a charge.
Nice to read you again!
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I know! We’ve enjoyed those crazy chicken this Winter. My granddaughter is just fascinated with them and the squirrels who play chase in our pine trees.
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I enjoyed this piece. A whole existence is efficiently described, and then it all changes (potentially) in a tiny moment. Well-done!
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Thanks! 🙂
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I feel that way when I watch the squirrels frolicking in my yard! It does break up the grey of winter!
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We all need something peculiar from time to time. Maybe that’s what life is all about. The small changes to the scenery. Enjoyed. Ally 🙂
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I adore this line-“Coffee, however, warmed and melted edges into soft curves;”
A change of scenery is always welcome in the midst of auto-routine.
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