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“If I had the energy, I’d cover your mouth. We have big issues to deal with, and the last thing I want to think about is your potty mouth. ”

“Shit. Sorry. You had me totally freakin’ out! You’re sittin’ there dead to the world and then your hair starts smouldering? For a minute I thought the cake sent you into blood sugar overdrive. What the hell- heck- is going on? This day has been entirely too bizarre. Seriously, I need answers.”

“Frank,” Macy sighed, “I’m pretty sure I’m not what you had hoped for in a new partner, but we are stuck until this case is solved. I know you think I’m weird, and I can’t say I blame you. Remote viewing and astral projection were not what I went looking for when they were handing out psychic skills. And honestly, I’m not sure how much more my hair can take. Hmmmm.” She paused.

“Maybe it would actually help us if I shaved it all off and just went bald. Nobody would recognize me if I kept changing wigs.” She flipped her visor down, and opened up the mirror, to survey the damage. With a snort, she pushed it back up, not taking the time to properly close the mirror lid so the lights would turn off.

“Ok. Here’s the deal. You heard them making arrangements to transport the cargo, right?” Without bothering to wait for confirmation, Macy went on. “We knew they were getting ready to move. Now we know the how, and that tells us part of the where. But until today, we didn’t know the what.”

The vein in Frank’s jaw was working overtime. Macy could tell he was doing his best to keep quiet. She needed to explain, without interruption. Once she had given him the information, it was his job to turn his explosives expertise into something they could use. She was pretty sure her pocket alarm clock wasn’t the only one ticking.

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It’s week 30 of the Trifecta writing challenge. To read Frank and Macy’s story in order, click on the Gunz-N-Roses link at the top of the page!

On to the weekly prompt. Please remember to use the third definition of the word as stated below.

NEW (adjective)

 
1

: having recently come into existence
2 a (1) : having been seen, used, or known for a short time (2) : unfamiliar
b : being other than the former or old
3: having been in a relationship or condition but a short time <new to the job> <a new wife>

Please remember:

Good luck, and we’ll see you back on Friday!

This week’s word is new.

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As inconspicuously as she could, Macy altered the angle of her head so she could more clearly see the movement she’d caught out of the corner of her eye. A wild giggle threatened to escape, as she was torn between throwing herself out of the car or giving a resounding slap.

“Hey, babe. Roll down your window and take it.”

“Really?” Macy was on the edge of losing what little control she had left.

“Really? You leave me hanging like that and then bring me cake?!” Sparks nearly flew as her window opened. She momentarily debated whether or not to unlock the door for him.

Frank came around and opened his door. As he slid across the seat, his jeans made the sticking sucking sound of weather too hot for anything but frying eggs. He grimaced. Not only were his jeans sticking to the car seat, but they were stuck to him, too. He’d have to deal with impacted nether regions later.

Right now, they had work to do.

Frank leaned back and started the car, hoping the air conditioning would kick in soon. It wasn’t just Macy licking frosting off her fingers that had him hot under the collar.

“Sorry about that back there. Guess I forgot to turn my headset off. Besides, did you hear the conversation while I was going? I was hoping you would catch what they were saying. Sounded like it was coming from the flower shop, via the duct work. Big problem doesn’t even begin to describe this. Nope. This is worse than a pen of pig slop in the June monsoon. This is the gift that’s gonna keep on giving. Yepper. It’s gonna be more trouble than Charlie Sheen attempting therapy. It’s gonna be like-”

“Frank!” Macy shouted, to get his attention.

“Honestly,” she swore in her head, “He’s like a dog sometimes; totally got a one track mind unless he’s redirected to break the silly spell.” She’d sure give him a new bone to follow.

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Have you missed Frank and Macy?  I have! 😆

It’s week 28 of Trifecta’s writing challenge.

Clean- Part 1

Cheap- Part 2

Brain- Part 3

Scandal- Part 4

Observe- Part 5

Confidence- Part 6

Thunder- Part 7

Enigma- Part 8

Trouble- Part 9

 

This week, we give you:

WILD (adj)

1 a : living in a state of nature and not ordinarily tame or domesticated <wild ducks>
b (1) : growing or produced without human aid or care <wildhoney>
(2) : related to or resembling a corresponding cultivated or domesticated organism
2 a : not inhabited or cultivated <wild land>
b : not amenable to human habitation or cultivation
Please remember:
 

Good luck, and we’ll see you back on Friday.

This week’s word is: wild.

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She relentlessly tapped her arm rest; her fingers beating out a cadence like a drummer boy going into battle. It was a rare event that got her fingers moving without conscious thought. Macy was usually pretty well put together; usually she was totally in control.

But Frank? He got to her. He threatened to pull the string that would unravel her completely. Her years with the Service somehow, surprisingly, didn’t prepare her for this partnering.

There was something about Frank that got under her skin. She’d learned to put up with his nonsensical jabbering. He was a talker, that’s for sure. Normally, she couldn’t get him to put a cork in it.

And now he’d gone silent- completely silent. Not a drip-drop of final off-loading; not a sigh of relief. Nothing.

“Trouble. This is what this is, she thought. Nothing but trouble.”

Macy couldn’t get the ringing of Frank’s silence out of her head.

“What the heck is he doing?! He should have been out or at least answered by now. I can’t go on reconnaissance and get him. I’ll never get away with it. My shift is over and they’ll know something’s fishy if I end up back inside tonight. They know I had plans and couldn’t attend the opening.”

Macy’s mind began to crazily run away from her.

What if………. what if they had caught him mid-stream? Surely she would have heard that, too, wouldn’t she have? What if they’d caught him mid-zip and he couldn’t actually say anything because of the pain? What if he made it out of the bathroom, only to be accosted and slathered with cake?

“Come on, Frank! Not now! I was just starting to sort you out!”

Macy wiped an impromptu escaping tear. She caught the movement out of the corner of her eye, and smacked her head- again- into her window. If they got out of this alive, she’d ask for a different car; one that wasn’t going to give her endless concussions.

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Yep! It’s that time again! It’s week 27 of Trifecta’s writing challenge. I’m thinking about making a page for the Frank and Macy saga, but I haven’t decided on a title yet. I’m sure it’ll come to me, but until it does, I’ll be stuck editing the links.  😆

Clean- Part 1

Cheap- Part 2

Brain- Part 3

Scandal- Part 4

Observe- Part 5

Confidence- Part 6

Thunder- Part 7

Enigma- Part 8

Wild- Part 10

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1 : the quality or state of being troubled especially mentally
2 : public unrest or disturbance <there’s trouble brewing downtown>
 
Please remember:

Good luck, and we’ll see you back on Friday.

~~~~ And, because life is a soundtrack and you’ve been bored brave enough to scroll all the way to the bottom of this post, I bring you Trouble. (Coyote Ugly, anyone?)  😆

 

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Oh no he didn’t! Unbelievable! Macy’s inclination to sputter over her headset nearly caught her. She stopped just in the nick of time, before the barn door was opened and she said something she couldn’t rope back into the stall.

Only Frank would go to the bathroom and forget to turn his headset off. That’s three minutes of my life I won’t get back. And really? Whistling Dixie at the same time? Ugh. I’ll never be able to hear that song again without thinking about his darn sprinkling fountain. Macy was starting to stew.

Frank’s detour was costing them precious minutes- minutes that could mean the difference between life and death. Macy could kick herself. It was her fault, after all, for getting him a cup with a lid instead of a bottle. If she hadn’t done that, Frank wouldn’t be in the precarious situation he’d walked right into.

While Macy knew Frank was a former Navy SEAL and Explosive Ordinance Disposal (EOD) expert, he remained an enigma to her. Figuring people out in a hurry was one of Macy’s “specialties,” but Frank had her stumped. She’d worked with him nearly a month now, and she still hadn’t sorted him out.

On the one hand, his experience and expertise meant he was a natural fit for this CIA secret division’s special ops team; on the other hand, he looked- and usually acted like- some low-key cowboy stuck in the 90s. He never went anywhere without his beat up cowboy boots and Stetson, and every pair of his jeans looked like a tin can used for target practice. Macy was pretty sure they would go line-dancing, too, if Frank wasn’t paying attention.

“Um, N? Time for the cake. Do you copy? It’s time for the cake, before the ice cream melts.” Macy tried to sound glib, but Frank’s new silence was getting the best of her.

He pees in stereo but now he won’t answer? Macy’s worry hit her head on.

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Yes!  Frank finally got to pee this week!  😆

Clean- Part 1

Cheap- Part 2

Brain- Part 3

Scandal- Part 4

Observe- Part 5

Confidence- Part 6

Thunder- Part 7

Trouble- Part 9

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We’re on week 26 of Trifecta’s writing challenge.

This week’s word is:
enig·ma noun \i-ˈnig-mə, e-\

1: an obscure speech or writing
2: something hard to understand or explain
3: an inscrutable or mysterious person

Please remember:

Good luck, and we’ll see you back on Friday.

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Her heart pounding, she cautiously slithered forward, grimacing about the mess on her clothes. Her mother was going to have her head on a stick when she got home. If she got home.

Silently, she turned her head; first left, then right. Her inclination to sigh was thwarted by the knowledge she no longer wished to possess. “How stupid. You can’t un-know something,” she nearly said out loud.

Make no mistake. She knew. She might only be 12 years old, but she knew, nonetheless. If it didn’t scare her silly, she might have laughed at the absurdity of the whole situation.

And yet, she did know. She knew she was being hunted and she knew he wasn’t going to stop.

Her day had started like most others.

“Let’s take a mystery trip together, just you and me. It’ll give us time to get to know each other better. Besides, your mom is tired. She needs a break. Doesn’t that sound like fun?”

And she, like all the others, had fallen for it. Damn him! She knew she shouldn’t swear, but there no one around to hear it- besides him- and she hadn’t said it out loud, so it didn’t count. Nope.

She was sick of him. Sick of him and his three truths and a lie.

Why didn’t she see it coming? How could she have been so blind? He had a pattern! It wasn’t like she hadn’t suspected his involvement before!

Sliding a little further into the darkness, she began to doubt she could actually get away. Could she completely escape without being noticed? Or would the hunter stop her cold and bind her to her destiny?

She didn’t notice the nearly inaudible cry that escaped her lips, but he did. And then it was too late. She felt his hands clamp down on her shoulders, and she fought to stifle her scream.

It was over. He’d caught her.

It was time to go back to her surprise birthday party.

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Obviously, I’ve used up my allowable entries, but it was suggested I completely the Quadfectra, so I did.  😆

Trifextra: Week Fifteen weekend challenge!

Three truths and a lie.
 
33 to 333 words.
 

Bring it.

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Softly, she strummed. Dreamily, the song came to her, flowing from her fingers.

Finding her brain and the strings intimately connected, the words began to follow; spilling forth, joyful at their birth.

“There’s something cathartic about playing,” she thought, making another notation. “Almost like writing. Really, it’s the best of both worlds.”

Getting lost in her bad day, the words came again, forcefully purging her as they inked themselves on the page. Pianissimo flew past the mezzos into absolute forte. And then a crash.

“I can’t do this” she sobbed. “I have to write something good, but the only title I can think of is He Killed Me with His Three Truths and a Lie. Or, He Left Behind His Three Truths and a Lie.

“Why can’t I think of anything good,” she wailed. “I’m just not cut out for country music!”

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Aren’t you glad I’m done now?  😆  Not only have I used up my three entries, but it’s time for bed. I’ll leave with one additional thought- lately, my life has been a soundtrack.  I have no idea why, but I’ll be writing on this later. It’s been a few weeks now, so I’m pretty sure I need to write about it to get it to go away. 😀

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Trifextra: Week Fifteen weekend challenge!

Three truths and a lie.
 
33 to 333 words.
 

Bring it.

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1) I could live on popcorn. But not the microwaved stuff.  That stuff smells like barf and makes me gag. I don’t like hot air popped popcorn, either. Most of the bagged stuff doesn’t pop well, either. The only (as in, singular) kind I really like is Orville Redenbacher. And then I microwave it. Perfect! 

2) I have a large family. My immediate family (me, hunny, and 4 kids) is small in comparison. I would have at least one more, but well, you know how that goes. My son wanted a brother for the longest time and I kept telling him to put his order in with Daddy. That ship has sailed, though, and it really wasn’t terribly hard to get rid of the baby stuff. Did I mention the youngest turned 8 yesterday?

3) Not only were some of my kids born in the water, but we went with a lotus birth with the last one. While I could have encapsulated the placenta with a lotus birth, I figured we were doing enough with the herbs/salt. The biggest thing with this is getting the herbs right so that your pets don’t follow you around sniffing, thinking you are going to give them a meaty treat. Yes, I’m on the crunchy side on the granola scale.  😆  

 4) I’ve fallen down a mountain. With a baby in a sling. On my back. I don’t think I need to say anything else besides it wasn’t intentional. And, we both lived to tell about it. Plus, I’m still embarassed. You can ask her, but she’s 8 now, and she won’t remember. Thank goodness.

Discuss.  😆

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Links for the above points: 

http://www.lotusfertility.com/Lotus_Birth_Q/Lotus_Birth_QA.html

http://placentamom.weebly.com/faq.html

One on the variations of the granola test: http://www.mothering.com/community/t/615062/crunchy

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Trifextra: Week Fifteen weekend challenge!

Three truths and a lie.
 
33 to 333 words.
 

Bring it.

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