A word prompt to get your creativity flowing this weekend. How you use the prompt is up to you. Write a piece of flash fiction, a poem, a chapter for your novel…anything you like. Or take the challenge below – there are no prizes – it’s not a competition but rather a fun writing exercise. If you want to share what you come up with, please leave a link to it in Sammi’s Comment Section.
Once upon a time
Three boys,
Two dogs,
One cat,
And
Two frazzled parents
Crowded into a tiny three-bedroom house.
To the
Chagrin of their parents,
The kids wrestled and teased.
Today those boys are men.
And silence jostles my longing ears.
Original Artwork © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple 
This is what happens when they grow up. A great story
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Dear Sadje,
It is indeed. Now they live far away. Thank you.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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When they are young, we want calm and peace. And now we crave the hustle bustle of those days.
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What a great story you wove with this word. And the art of our sons was touching. It made me long for the noise and presence of our boys. Well done Mrs. Wordsmith.
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Dear Jan,
Sometimes I miss the chaos. But I can’t say empty nest is all bad. 😉 Thank you, m’luv.
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Dear Rochelle,
Ah yes… The family zoo. There’s a fair amount of jostling when all are present and I already get a sense of the silence to come since they are about 95% of the time in their rooms or out.
Very well done!
Shalom and Lotsa jostle-free love,
Dale
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Dear Dale,
Those were turbulent times, but good times, too. 😉 You think you’ll never have a minute to yourself and suddenly you have all the minutes, hours, etc to yourself. Thank you.
Shalom and lotsa uncrowded hugs,
Rochelle
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No kidding… Won’t say I’m not looking forward to missing them 😉
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Not saying I’d want them to move back in, but they’re spread out so far and wide. 😉
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That’s a tad more difficult
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Love it!
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Thank you! 😀
Shalom,
Rochelle
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“Excellent”… I only need one word today to describe this WWP.
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Thank you, Ted. 😀
Shalom,
Rochelle
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I was one of three lads growing up in a small house with pets under our feet and in later years when my mother lived alone, I’m sure she felt that way. A thought-provoking piece indeed Rochelle.
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Dear Keith,
I read somewhere there’s a special place in Heaven for mothers of three boys. What mischief one doesn’t think of, the other two will. And sometimes they just gang up on mom. Thank you.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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I hope that’s true. My Mum departed a couple of months ago and I hope, no I’m sure she’s in her special place.
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Pitch perfect, too! 🙂
Love this!
Na’ama
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Na’ama Y’karah,
I’m so pleased you do, my friend. Another of those pieces that downloaded in less than ten minutes.
Hugs and shalom,
Rochelle
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“downloaded” is exactly how it is sometimes, eh? 🙂 Yep. Me know the feelin.
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Hey Rochelle,
Wow.
I have no qualms with the quiet. With the virus stink, we don’t get to see them or theirs as much (virtually not at all) as we would like
Yet, three poems to this prompt so far have me reflecting upon the past: this one, Na’ama’s, and Dale’s.
Peace,
Bill
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Dear Bill,
This is not my constant state of being. For the most part I enjoy quiet and my own company. 😉 There are times, though. I’m happy to be counted among two of my favorite writer/friends in the three poems. High praise. Thank you.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Quite sad when you think about it although we know they do have to grow up and leave the nest.
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Dear Dee,
Not sure I’d call it sad. Bittersweet perhaps. 😉 When they’re little it doesn’t occur to us they’ll grow up does it? Thank you.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Wonderfully nostalgic. Love the phrase “silence jostles my longing ears”.
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Thank you, Mags. 😀
Shalom,
Rochelle
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You’re welcome, Rochelle.
Shalom,
Mags
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Nice one, Rochelle. It’s funny how you long for peace and quiet and then when you get it, you miss the chaos and for a full house again.
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Dear Adele,
Truer words were never spoken. ❤ Thank you.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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