Velvet Verbosity

This post is going to have to get straight to it since it is past my bad time, and my upcoming week is going to be fierce.  FIERCE!

My pick of the week is Scetches with her piece, Breakfast: Last Night.  Delicious imagery that made me feel like I was there:

I warm the hot chocolate between my thighs and look out on to the Thames as we pull closer to Borough Market. Last night hangs between us as the sun, like an excited toddler, scribbles orange on the river’s calm surface. Abbey Lincoln sings:

And it’s supposed to be love.

We pretend we have no use for irony.

In the morning light my puffy eyes adore the freshly caught fish and fancy aged cheese that you buy because I stared long enough. As we walk and eat spicy sausage sandwiches for breakfast I relax, but the night tauntingly hangs on.

In other words:

• 100 Words on Breakfast by Michael 
• It’s Only Breakfast by If Mom Says Ok
• Breakfast in 100 Words by Popping Bubbles
• Quiet Breakfast by Irish Storm (You’ll have to scroll to find it…I can’t link to the post itself for some reason.)
• Feast or Famine by Titanium 
• Stark Light of Day at Life in Balance Sort of
• Conversation Over Toast by Patti
• I Don’t Want to go to School by LouCeel
• Breakfast by AuroraLee
• Alley Breakfast by Rhoni Renee
• Scrambled, Not Fried by Slouchy
• Baby Bird by Texan Mama
• Yankee Doodle Grapefruit by Von Cookie

I also received two email entries this week from folks without blogs.  This one is from Mae:

Both dogs were underfoot, whining impatiently for breakfast, reaching for the food before she could even place the bowls on the floor. It was then she noticed a few remaining shards of glass glittering on the linoleum. It had been her favorite vase. She knew about his temper even before they married. Lately their fights had become more vicious, but last night was the first time he was violent. She was neither surprised last night when he left in anger, nor this morning when she woke alone. Sometimes things look different over morning coffee. Sometimes one action can change everything.

And from the owner of Cardinal Cardz:

I’m excited for Mother’s Day this year.  Our children will be five and eight and I will finally get breakfast in bed, WITH the messy kitchen.  I know, it sounds weird.  If you’re a Mom of an infant, or a two year old, you’ll understand.  Hollywoodmakes family life all sexy.  THAT IS SUCH A LIE!  Having kids is so FREAKING hard it hurts.  This year my husband won’t have to help make breakfast and I can bask in the wonderment that after spit up, life doesn’t totally suck all the time. At some point, it resembles a new normal.

That wraps up last week’s challenge.  A few reminders:

• Remember to give your post a title.
• Remember your blog manners and link back to either this post, or the 100 Word page in your post so that your readers can pop over and find more 100 words, and see what we’re up to over here.
• Remember to leave a comment here with a link to your post to make the round up easier, and so that others can find you!

This week’s challenge (for details on how to play, go here), is from an interesting book I’ve just started, and recommended to me, Dies the Fire: A Novel of the Change, by S.M. Stirling.  Here’s the quick synopsis:  All technology stops for an unknown reason, huge fall out, chaos and death, and then how the remaining survive and how they band together in peace or for war.  In other words, what would happen if civilization got almost wiped out and we had to start from scratch.  And the word is:

Thirty

Write 100 words on it, post to your blog, and leave a comment here so we can find you.  Challenge closes on Saturday-ish.  Happy writing!

With love,