Book Summary, In 33 Words

Aspiring author

sees social wrong;

a story to be told.

Convinces Mississippi maids

to share life stories-

in 1962, dangerous and bold.

They fear punishment-

even death-

“Two-Slice Hilly” is their only insurance.


This is my Trifecta weekend challenge entry, written about Kathryn Stockett’s novel, The Help.  I read so many books, (many of them I like.)  Since I couldn’t pick a favorite, I went with something I’d read recently.   The challenge instructions are shown below, if you want to give it a try yourself.  (You can click on the Tricycle picture to go to the Trifecta website):

“This week we’re revisiting an early Trifextra prompt: retelling.  This time, we’re asking you to retell your favorite book.  In 33 words.  Nothing like a challenge.”

Green Grass and Happiness

Trifecta Photo Challenge

Some say greener grass

Grows just across the fence.

But happiness is a choice

Between restless or content.

Anyway, since a calf can’t climb-

You play on your side,

I’ll graze on mine.


This is my entry for the Trifecta weekend photo challenge.  This one is community voted, so if you like it, please visit the Trifecta site on Sunday to vote.  If you don’t like it, you should still visit the site to vote because people much more creative than me post entries 🙂 The instructions given are as follows:

“Please give us a creative piece inspired by the photo below.  You have two options for word count: you can either give us 33 words or 333 words.  Please note: we are not asking for a post between 33 and 333 words.  We are asking for a post that is exactly 33 words or exactly 333 words.  Your choice. “


…First came the marriage…then the baby in a baby carriage…and then another!

Marriage, the birth of my first son and the birth of my second son:  the only three events in my life where I felt the enormity of change in the moments I first breathed them.  Each time, a butterfly emerging from my chrysalis with new wings, at first, tentative and unsure but eventually taking flight.

Three times when I had to choose whether anticipation or trepidation would forge my path.

Three times when my choice had the power to transform a child into a woman, and a woman into a stronger woman.

Three times when I knew my heart would forever beat for someone else; another’s life woven into mine like the threads of a rope.

These memories symbolize my adulthood, and speak to the certainty that I am not a lost child.

I am an adult; a wife and a mother.

My path may not always be easy, but it is where I should be.


This is my entry for the Trifecta weekend challenge.  It was a vague challenge – see for yourself, the guidelines are below:

And now on to the weekend challenge.  This weekend what we are asking from you is a little bit different (again).  We are asking for a bit of your memoirs. We want a real account of a period in your life that can be clearly identified by (wait for it) the number three.  We’d like for your story to be true-ish, and we’d like for it to be an artistic creation, not just a play-by-play account.


Company (A Trifecta Photo Challenge)

My wife’s sister comes to visit every Memorial Day.  Tanya staying at our house wouldn’t be so bad if she didn’t stay so long.  Two weeks is a lifetime to put up with her and her baby.  I swear that thing doesn’t shut up and always wants to play when I’m trying to watch baseball.

Just like last year, I’m schlepping through the airport with more luggage than Paris Hilton.  These suitcases would hold a normal person’s entire wardrobe.  My wife and her sister have gotten so far ahead of me, I can’t even see them.  They can’t go too far, though:  I have the car keys.

My right hand’s grip gives in to fatigue and I almost drop the child seat.  I pull the weight closer to me and my shorts slip a bit lower on my hip.  Dang, I wish I could find my belt.  My irritation grows because my shorts will soon be around my kneecaps and my wife could’ve at least taken the car seat.

Don’t get me started on the stupid car seat.

The “baby” doesn’t even need it.  Tinkerbelle is a dog.  A dog!  I’ve got two beach towels in the trunk of my car to roll and stuff in the seat so the Chihuahua doesn’t fly out.  My wife says we have to do this because Tinkerbelle means the world to Tanya.

Whatever.  At least they spared me the humiliation of carrying Tinkerbelle in the pink purse.

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Well, the folks at Trifecta have decided to mess with my head for the weekend challenge.  The task is to use the first photo (the man carrying luggage) as inspiration for a story or poem of between 33 and 333 words (mine is 244).  I’ve never done a photo prompt before, so it was a fun exercise.

Thanks for reading 🙂

Love’s Fool

In the candlelight,

His hands envelop mine.

Secrets on the table,

Love wilting on the vine.

I never meant to hurt you.

I reserve my tears.

Pandora’s box is open,

I wrestle with my fears.

I want to make this work.

It would be easier to try.

So many years together,

Children…hearts…assets to divide.

I love you.

I love him too – my resolve cracks.

I want to be his only one,

Maybe I could take him back.

I swear it’ll never happen again.

The door closes, locks with a click;

That promise broken thrice before.

My stomach lurches, suddenly sick.


Before you go thinking my hubby is a cad, I’d like to clarify that this is a fictional poem.  There’s no cheating, leaving, fighting, or anything else that would make up a sad country song going on (unless dirty dishes left in the kitchen sink counts.)

So, the Trifecta weekend challenge this week is frustratingly vague. I need direction. I like rules (so at least I know where I need to bend.) But no. This week, we got a map, and were told to get there…but with nary a hint of how to do it. This entry may be a wrong turn, but I have two more tries to find my way!

Here’s the challenge: “This week’s Trifextra challenge is simple, but ambiguous. Three truths and a lie. 33 to 333 words.”