Moving On

        

Today’s prompt: He had kept their mother alive in their thoughts. Too alive, perhaps. . .

       

        He had kept their mother alive in their thoughts. Too alive, perhaps. They weren’t ready for him to consider remarrying.

        His teenage daughter prepared Lillie’s meatloaf every Thursday night, just as her mother once had. His ten year-old son always included Lillie in his prayers.

        “Let’s pray for Sarah tonight,” his daddy said, hoping to move on.

         “I don’t want to.  She gives me the creeps.”

        “She’s nice. She’s pretty, and she likes you a lot.”

         The boy scrunched his nose. “She smells like stinky perfume. Are you going to kiss her?”

        His daddy smiled. “I already have.”

        “Barf!”

Let's find out what the others wrote:

http://www.mistglenmoon.net/drifters/

alisonmillerwoods.wordpress.com

http://mirandadnelson.blogspot.com/2015/05/wonhundred-word-wednesday-memories-alive.html

Faster than a Speeding Thumb

Today’s prompt: The text message simply said, ‘Very clever.’

My flash fiction was inspired by recent news stories.

        “Madame Secretary,” the ambassador said. “We have a lot more to discuss before we reach an understanding.”

        She didn’t answer. Her attention focused on the smart phone clutched in her hand.

        He cleared his throat. “The sanctions are intolerable.” 

        Still no response.

         Did she hear anything I said? “The sanctions will have to be lifted as part of any agreement.”

        Her thumbs tapped furiously.

        Frowning, he removed the phone from his pocket and thumbed a nuclear threat.

        She finally met his gaze, her eyes wide. She didn’t speak, but replied in kind. The text message simply said, ‘Very clever.’

Check out what Jenna wrote. I think you'll like it!

http://www.mistglenmoon.net/clever-boy/

Time's Fun When You're Having Flies

Today’s prompt: That summer seemed to last forever

Amelia was a bookworm. If she wasn’t asleep, she had her nose in a book. Even while eating or on the toilet, she read a book. Her summer plans included reading all the books in the teen section of the library, but her parents had different ideas. “You need to get outdoors. Camp Runamuck will be perfect!” her mother said. “I went there when I was a kid. There’s canoeing on the lake, archery lessons, ghost stories around the campfire, and guess what? Boys!”

        Amelia had no choice. She went. That summer seemed to last forever—until she met Zack.

Let’s see what Jenna wrote:

http://www.mistglenmoon.net/summer-and-winter/

False Pride

It’s WonHundred Word Wednesday again. Flash fiction is challenging and fun. Hope you enjoy it.

Today’s prompt: She hadn’t realized she’d buried her memories of her teenage years.

Shelly stared at her chicken divan. Bland with broccoli.  Mr. Pitchford, her former high school principal, ate it like candy. No wonder he’d gained at least one hundred pounds over the past twenty years. She hadn’t recognized him when he introduced himself at the airport. She couldn’t recognize any of the former students in her graduating class, either.  She hadn’t realized she’d buried her memories of her teenage years in a dark part of her soul where hurt never surfaced. They’d invited her to speak because she’d won an Oscar. She deserved another for the performance she’d give them tonight.

Let's see what the others wrote:

http://www.mistglenmoon.net/the-tattoo/

https://alisonmillerwoods.wordpress.com/

http://jaclynweist.blogspot.com/ 

Slow Down!

Flash fiction is a fun and challenging writing exercise. I always enjoy WonHundredWord Wednesday.

Prompt: The accident was not her fault.

        Shattered glass littered the street. It crunched under the cop’s shoes as he walked around the dented SUV. Traffic had narrowed to one lane, backed-up for blocks.

        Tracy stood to the side, clutching her five year-old’s hand.  Dawson would be late for kindergarten, but at least he’d get there. The child in the car that hit theirs was not as fortunate. She’d already been transported to the hospital with her mother.

        The policeman approached Tracy, clipboard in hand.  “The tire treads tell the story,” he said. “The Hyundai had been speeding.”

        Tracy relaxed. The accident was not her fault.

Let’s see what the others wrote:

http://www.mistglenmoon.net/paths/

http://jaclynweist.blogspot.com/

Limping Home

Today’s prompt: As she stopped to catch her breath, she looked back.

As she stopped to catch her breath, she looked back. The yappy dog was right behind her—snapping at her four-inch heels.   She’d worn the shoes to impress her new co-worker at the office. Sadly, Brad hadn’t noticed them until she started to limp.  When he asked if she had a blister, she told him she felt as if she were walking on a cloud. He laughed. She wanted to cry.  The commute home in the subway had been agony. And now this pesky animal.  Hopping on one foot, she yanked off a shoe and threw it at the dog.

Let’s see what the other’s wrote:

http://www.mistglenmoon.net/cassandra/

http://jaclynweist.blogspot.com/

Government Stalemante

        Today’s prompt: It’s all bills, bills, bills. That’s my only answer now.

        Senator Talcott settled back in his leather office chair and rubbed his eyes. Legalese gave him a headache. He sighed, shifting his gaze from the computer screen to the framed picture of his family. Two teenage sons and his pregnant wife, taken last summer in Yellowstone National Park. Congress would be in recess for the Thanksgiving holiday next week; he could hardly wait.

        He minimized the document he was reading, brought up facebook, and discovered his wife had left an instant message.

        “What are you working on?”

        He typed: “It’s all bills, bills, bills.” That’s my only answer now.

I wonder what the others wrote:

http://www.mistglenmoon.net/earth-first/

http://jaclynweist.blogspot.com/