A Fizzy Drink, Midnight and Me!

Bed Jump
“and land mightily on the ground, my drink flying about it the air. (Photo credit: jamesjyu)

This is ridiculous! It’s the middle of the night yet I am wide awake.

I shift and turn under the covers. Two minutes this side, one minute the other and still nothing feels quite right. Total discomfort.

I sit up. Continue reading “A Fizzy Drink, Midnight and Me!”

"Middle Tabler"

 

Criticism
Criticism (Photo credit: Celestine Chua)

 

Daily Prompt: Tell us about the harshest, most difficult to hear – but accurate – criticism you’ve ever gotten. Does it still apply? 

 

As a member of the armed forces, daddy was a rather stern individual with extremely high expectations.

 
I vividly recall as a young teenage girl, and well before that too, always working so hard to impress my insatiable father. I wanted to be top of my class. I wanted to be the best. I studied daily, spent countless hours after school with teachers asking never-ending questions, and redoing my homework multiple times even when there was no need to. All that, was simply to make sure there were no errors whatsoever in my work. I even submitted extra assignments for revision. I desperately wanted a clean grade. I needed it to make father proud. Continue reading “"Middle Tabler"”