Prompt by: Gibberish: FFF - Badges
Prompts for 26 September 2025
Write about a badge
quizzical quality
“what do you think it’s made of”
A character who likes to send postcards
Photo by Melinda Martin-Khan on Unsplash
“Are you done here?” inquired the man they had been staring at for the last five minutes. Well, not really staring at him but at his jacket.
“Almost.”
“Let’s at least sit down.”
“Of course,” said Marnie. “That jacket must be heavy to wear. Don’t you think so, Joanie?”
“It must be,” Joanie agreed.
“It’s not too bad,” he replied. “I worked my way up to what you see by adding one pin at a time.”
“You have a lot of pins,” Marnie reflected. “Hundreds. Some of these are really old. I mean they are older than you are.”
“Thank you? I guess.”
Marnie looked startled and reached out. “I didn’t mean it that way. Some of these pins are very old.”
“This one,” he said pointing to one on his sleeve,” is from the turn of the last century.”
“Wow! It is special then?”
“Quite,” he replied and then added, “We are a unique group.”
“A unique group of what?” Marnie inquired.
“Pin collectors. “ he started to explain. “There are as many different types of collectors as there are pins.”
Marnie reached out her hand and touched a pin on his sleeve with a little too much touch. “This is almost like a man in uniform,” she gushed.
He looked into her hazel eyes and smiled. Marnie swooned. Joanie looked away and laughed an uncomfortable laugh. She looked at her watch. “Marnie,” she said gently as Marnie caught herself. “We need to be going.”
A touch of anger crossed Marnie’s eyes quickly before she recovered. She looked at the pins before saying. “It was nice of you to talk to us about your pins.”
“Anytime.”
Marnie and Joanie left the store on their way to their lunch appointment.
“Well that was a badge of honour,” Marnie gushed.
“Mmm Hmmm.”
“I’d like to be pinned to him.”
“I think you were,” replied Joanie with a grin.
“Not the way I would like.” Marnie reached into her bag and pulled out a post card. “Maybe I should introduce him to my postcards,” she said as she looked back and saw someone else eyeing him the way she did. “Or maybe not.”
“Mike won’t be happy.”
“Who is Mike?” Marnie replied.
“Exactly my point. You are so here today gone tomorrow.”
“How else should we live life? Otherwise I would be my parents.”
“Interesting,” replied Joanie as they entered the restaurant.
“Hello,” said Marnie to the maitre d’.
Joanie smiled. “Well, at least she is entertaining,” she thought to herself.
At least this was entertaining, too. Nice take on the prompts!
Nice. That photo is the star. A person wearing that jacket would spend all their time talking with inquiring people.