Thar She Blows!

Today’s prompt: She stood out from the crowd because . . .

Hundreds of tourists waited, standing in the hot sun. Old Faithful would erupt in ten minutes. Cindy had come all the way from Brooklyn to see the natural wonders in Yellowstone National Park. Old Faithful was on her bucket list. But she had a problem. She was too short. Each time she moved to a place where she could see, someone spoiled her view. She hurried to her car and lugged the ice chest over to the geyser site. She stood out from the crowd because now she was seven feet tall and had a great view. “Thar she blows!”

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Slip Up

Today’s prompt: Head high, she swept out of the room. Head even higher, she swept back in . . .

Julie stood before the three-way mirror in the bridal shop, admiring her reflection. The gown fit perfectly. Its full skirt accentuated her slim waist. Jed would beam with love when she walked down the aisle. Smiling, she twirled gleefully and almost fell. The skirt was too long. Head high, she swept out of the room. Head even higher, she swept back in and twirled before the mirror once more. This time, her skirt swished around her ankles. Thanks to the hooped slip, she needn’t worry. Now she could sweep down the aisle and into Jed’s arms.

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Romeo, Romeo

     

Today’s prompt: They found his diary under his bed.

     When Lord and Lady Montague entered Romeo’s room, it looked just as their son had left it. The bed was a-tumble, his clothes draped on a chair. The candle had burned down in the candlestick, and his feathered cap hung on the wall. They found his diary under his bed.

     “He wrote poetry,” Lord Montague said.

     Lady Montague wiped away a tear. “Romeo was such a romantic.”

     Her husband read aloud: “‘Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight, for I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.’”  

     “He was in love with that Capulet girl.”

     “Poor boy.”

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Heavenly

Today’s prompt: The little boy’s idea of heaven was . . .

The Martineau’s had a large family: five daughters and one son—Danny, the youngest. Each Sunday morning, the family woke early to get ready for church. After breakfast, the girls curled their hair, giggling at themselves in the mirror, and chose their best dresses.

        Danny sat at the table, blowing bubbles through a straw in his chocolate milk.

        “Get dressed, Danny,” his father called. “Hurry up.”

        At church, he sat wedged between his parents, swinging his feet. Time crawled as the pastor described streets paved with gold. Danny frowned. The little boy’s idea of heaven was not going to church.

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The Happiest Place on Earth

Today’s prompt: He opened the door to find her standing there, crying.

The patience of a kindergarten teacher and a love of mankind are required to work at Disneyland. Jim loved people, especially children. He had five of his own.  In the twelve years he’d worked at the happiest place on earth, he’d operated a variety of the rides, everything from King Arthur’s Carousel to the Pirates of the Caribbean. He was manning the operations board in the Haunted Mansion one night when he heard screams—real screams. A woman had lost her daughter.  The child had disappeared in the attic. He opened the door to find her standing there, crying.

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