Tweet Tales Tuesday Week 204

15 Minute Tweet TalesChristmas is only a few days away, but it sure doesn’t feel like it, even factoring in the usual warmth of SC. We did have two days this past week where it dipped down into actual winter-type weather, but the thermostat shot back up again. There’s no chance at all for a white Christmas this year, since we’re supposed to have high temps of 80 on both Christmas Eve and Christmas. That’s just crazy! Anyway, I hope y’all have a wonderful holiday week, no matter which of the winter solstice holidays you celebrate!
And now for my 15 Minute Tweet Tales:
12/16 - He decided to finally get in shape, but instead of joining gym, he began hiking the Appalachian Trail. It quickly became a via dolorosa.
12/17 - My family sits me down to say I'm a bad writer and need a real job. Feels like an auto-da-fé. When I win Newbery, I put them in first row.
12/18 - I always take my neighbor's tales about his days as a secret agent cum grano salis ... until the day men in black suits whisk him away.
12/19 - Auditioning for years, she finally got a part in the play. Small but hers. When the dramatis personae was printed, it left off her name.
12/20 - My sister-in-law mentions en passant she saw her brother chatting with his ex. I know she's trying to provoke me and pretend not to hear.
12/21 - Bought the paper online and, mutatis mutandis, submitted it. Since the origin wasn't mentioned, I didn't know it was TA's old essay. Oops!
12/22 - He insists on dividing food pro rata to body weight. The others want it equal. When he refuses, his muscular body solves food shortage
Play along and write tweet tales for the above words. If you’re willing to share, post them on twitter with the hashtag #15tt or add them below in the comments because I’d love to read them. Any thoughts about this week's tweet tales or #15tt words?


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And then the curtains were dropped, the watcher retired a little out of sight, and everything was subdued into absolute stillness. Mrs. Damerel sat down noiselessly in the background, and covered her face with her hands, and wept silent tears, few and bitter. She had felt him to be hard upon her many a day; she had seen what was wanting in him; but he was her husband, the first love of her youth, and her heart was rent asunder by this separation. She had enough to think of besides, had she been able; she had poverty to face, and to bring up her children as best she could in a world which henceforward would not be kind and soft to them as it had been hitherto. Her soul was heavy with a consciousness of all that was before her; but, in the mean time, she had room for no distinct feeling except oneā€”that her husband, her love, was going to be taken from her. This tremendous parting, rending asunder of two lives that had been one, was more than enough to fill all her mind; she had room for nothing more.

And he slept, or thought he slept, floating out of the vague pain and wonder of his waking thoughts into strange, vague visions, dimmer still, and then back again to the fancies which were waking and not sleeping. There was a dim impression of painfulness in them, rather than pain itself; wonder, curiosity, and that strange sense of an absolute blank which makes the soul giddy and the brain swim. Sometimes his mind seemed to himself to wander, and he got astray somehow, and felt himself sinking in an unfathomable sea, or striving to make his way through some blackness of night, some thorny wood in which there was no path. I suppose he was asleep then; but even he himself scarcely knew.

When he woke it was evening, and the lamp, carefully shaded, had been lit at the other end of the room. He liked the light; and, when he stirred and spoke, the watchers made haste to draw back the curtains. The serene evening sky, full of soft tints of reflection from the sunset, with breaks of daffodil light melting into ineffable soft greenness and blueness, shone in through the uncurtained window which he liked to have left so, that he might see the sky. Rose and her mother were close by the bright circle made by the lamp, one of them preparing some drink for him, the other opening a new bottle of medicine which had just been sent. Though it was all so familiar to him, the fact that he was to go away so soon seemed to throw a strangeness over everything, and gave a bewildering novelty even to the figures he knew so well.

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