A to Z Blog Challenge: I

I is for Impecunious - adjective. To have little or no money.

To the rich it may sound cheap, but to the impecunious the sound produces a wealthy state of mind. 🙄

A to Z Blog Challenge: H

H is for Hirsute - adjective. Pronunciation 'her-soot'. It means hairy.

To my surprise, there were not many words under H in my dictionary that I didn't know. I had to scan several pages before this one came up.

My first response, ookaayy. I will, however, be using the word "hairy" in any text, creative or otherwise, that requires the need for such a description. Hirsute sounds like something a woman would wear. Yikes!

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A to Z Blog Challenge: G

G is for Genitive - noun. The form of a noun, pronoun, or adjective used to show possession.

My examples: Michael's for the noun, theirs for the pronoun, but damn if I can think of an adjective. If I say "They are my blue pyjamas" I can see the pyjamas belongs to me, but does that mean the blue belongs to the pyjamas?

Do you have a better example of a genitive adjective to share with me?

A to Z Blog Challenge: F

F is for Flout - verb. Openly fail to follow a rule, law or custom.

Skip red traffic lights or stop signs much? Yeah, we call them minibus taxi drivers in this country. 👮

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A to Z Blog Challenge: E

E is for Expiate - verb. Do something to make up for having done something wrong.

Hey guys, just in case you were wondering, flowers are not always the answer but it is a good place to start. 💐

The Friendship Affair

Not all long lasting marriages are happy. But what do you do if divorce is not an option?

University friends, Stephanie and Nick, meet again after twenty years. But life has not been easy or simple for either of them. Will this friendship affair stand a chance against reality? 

CHAPTER 13

Nick sighed into the blessed silence of his backyard. It had been a long week and the emotional difficulties of Sunday were still haunting him. Added to that he had come to realise that he was in love with Annie.

Stephanie. Her name reflected the elegant and mature woman she was, but he would always think of her as the carefree Annie of their youth.

Maybe he had always been in love with her and just never realised it until now.

He swirled the whiskey around the ice cubes rapidly melting in the summer heat. Apparently they were going to get some more rain, but when he looked at the empty sky, he wondered if the weather guys saw things.

His mobile phone beeped.

He opened the message. Come tomorrow. Bring the papers with you. L

He took a sip of the whiskey and deleted the message before putting the phone back in his pocket.

He understood Stephanie's situation much better than she knew. He was raised with the idea that one never abandoned one's family, but having been on the receiving end, he understood why she couldn't let her husband go.

But he could and one day when she was ready, they could have a future.

“Hey, Dad.”

He smiled at the cheerful face of his daughter. “Hey, yourself.”

“I am off to study group. I brought some Chinese if you feel hungry. See you later?”

He nodded. “Thanks, sweetie.”

She waved and turned to go back inside.

He called her name.

“Yeah?”

“Break a leg!”

With a shake of her head and laughter still tinkling with youthful cheer, she left him to his thoughts.

Alone in the house, he went to his study and dug out the key to a small safe hidden away in the desk. It contained but one thing and this was the first time in seventeen years that he was going to open it. He only hoped the documents were still intact.

He had to blow out some dust from the lock, making him sneeze twice, but the key still fit and the door opened on the first attempt.

Reaching inside he withdrew the envelope. He pulled a face. Judging by the smell the mothballs have done their job keeping nature away from the documents.

After closing and locking the safe, he returned the key to its hiding place and sat down behind the desk.

Giving his hands a quick wipe on his jeans, he opened the envelope and pulled out the documents.

Due to their dark and sealed storage space, the paper was still white and crisp as the day he had put them in there. Only the smell gave away their age.

Seventeen years. Sometimes it felt like yesterday. Other times it felt as if it had happened to someone else and he was only an observer to the result of that fateful day.

Whatever he had felt back then, was not relevant anymore. It was time to move on.

It was time to finally cut the ties to his wife.

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A to Z Blog Challenge: D

D is for Decry - verb. Publicly declare something to be wrong or bad.

No need for any examples here, I am sure. But here is one anyway: It is criminal the way that some people treat their children!

I had to add the exclamation point since it is supposed to be an outcry, isn't it?