PLACATE

Word of the Day Challenge

The Word of the Day is Placate

placate
/pləˈkeɪt,ˈplakeɪt,ˈpleɪkeɪt/
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verb
  1. make (someone) less angry or hostile.
    “they attempted to placate the students with promises”

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Promising to Never Leave – 3 Line Tales

Jo Hawk

From Sonya’s 3LineTales at Only100Words.
You can find the original prompt here. Thank you, Sonya

photo by Alina Fedorchenko via Unsplash

We stared at each other, motionless, neither willing to break the spell.

Time flew, the world spun, and the neglected building faded, crumbling around us.

When the structure failed, I lost you in the billowing debris, and my final thoughts were wishing we had one minute more.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

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Tending a Broken Soul

Confab With Me

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“Drink of me dear lover”

johncoyote

Drink of me my dear lover

I loved the Austin Texas nights. Alive and vibrant with people and good sound. I roamed to her every weekend for five years. The old city was my mistress and the good drink was my elixir to make me feel alive and write. I carried my Dryden and Hemingway books to read in the day. I wrote notes and poetry near the Austin city river all day.
I went to the Austin Poetry reading near the downtown area in the Summer of 1996. I was told no open spots to read. I could be a back-up. Many forget and when there are up and we need a person to stand in. I told the pretty blond hair Texas girl. This would be fine. My name is Johnnie. She smiled and turned to me, told me to  sit near the reader’s stand, so we can…

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