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Anathema… 52 Words

“What’s got you in such a tizzy, Ethel?”

“It’s that Sammi Cox!”

“What’s the word?”

“Anathema.”

“What?”

“That’s what I said.”

“Get your dictionary, look it up.”

“I did, I don’t like that word, now I have a writer block.”

“How many words?”

“52”

“You can do 52.”

“It’s a bugbear, Cheryl.”

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Want to take part in the WEEKEND WRITING PROMP? Write a story or poem with just 52 words, no more no less, and send it to Sammi Cox.

EQUINOX… 83 Words

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“Equinox, sheequinox! I don’t believe in that hoo doo. I’m going to do it anyway.”

“No you idiot, that’s the the first of Spring thing. That’s a good one. I’m talking about Mercury being in retrograde, you don’t want to make any important decisions.”

“I love Spring, and I can’t wait. I also can’t wait to get a new car, and I’ve got my eyes on a sweet Saturn.”

“That’s not a new car.”

“It’ll be new for me, so Saturn trumps Mercury!”

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I must thank my sister, Mariya, for her wise counsel concerning all things astrological.

Want to take part in the WEEKEND WRITING PROMPT? Write a story or poem with just 83 words, no more no less, and send it to Sammi Cox.

Seashore… 59 Words

“See sells seashells by the seashore.”
“Wrong.”
“She shells seashells by the seashore.”
“No.”
“She sells sezeshells by the seashore.”
“Try Again.”
“She sells seashells by the sezeshore.”
“Nope.”
“This is hard, why can’t I get this?”
“Stop whining and try again, take your time.”
“Okay. She sells seashells by the seashore.”
“Yes!!! I knew you could do it.”

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My thanks to Wilkie Bard I could not have done this piece without him.

Want to take part in the WEEKEND WRITING PROMPT? Write a story or poem with  just 59 words, no more no less, and send it to Sammi Cox.

INDISTINCT

Roger screwed up, he distinctly meant to be indistinct, it didn’t work, they all saw right through him.

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Want to take part in the WEEKEND WRITING PROMPT? Write a story or poem with  just 18 words and send it to Sammi Cox.

California Stop

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“Ethel!”, screams Cheryl.
“What?”
“You didn’t stop!”
“Didn’t stop?”
“At the corner, no stop.”
“Yes I did, I always stop at stop signs.”
“No, you were rolling, that doesn’t count as a stop. And the sign says stop.”
“Oh for God’s sake, Cheryl, don’t be so picky. That was enough of a stop. You never yell at Betty when she drives.”
“That’s because Betty always stops at signs. You made a California stop.”
“What are you talking about, we’re in Chicago?”
“That’s what they call a rolling stop. You rolled.”

Ethel sighs as she rolls thru the next stop.

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February 7: Flash Fiction Challenge  The prompt was ‘Signs’… 99 Words, no more, no less.

Call Rick

“I need you to call Rick!!!”
“Ethel, what’s wrong?”
“My car broke, I’m on the expressway.”
“Oh no!” How are you calling me?”
“A man stopped and I’m using his phone. We put the hood up but can’t see anything wrong, that’s why I need Rick.”
“Of course you can’t, I’m surprised you got the hood up.”
“The man did it.”
“I told you not to drive on the expressways, now look where you are.”
“I know where I am, Smarty, on the Kennedy at Damen, now call Rick and have him come save me.”
“Okay, stay where you are.”

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Always fun to see one of my photos used for the prompt at FridayFictioneers. Be sure to check out all the stories prompted by this old Chevy, which was left derelict in the woods many years ago near my daughter’s house on San Juan Island. My story was #79. You can find all the other stories here.

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That Brow Look

“Don’t give me that look.”
“What look?”
“That brow look.”
“What are you talking about?”
“You’re scrunching!”
“What???”
“Your brow is furrowed and that upsets me.”
“Well, maybe you shouldn’t do things that cause me to furrow.”
“Right, my bad.”

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Want to take part in the WEEKEND WRITING PROMPT? Write a story or poem with just 40 words and send it to Sammi Cox.

Yes, the girls are back. Who else?

Sunday Writing Prompt “5 by 5”

 

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Time

Jason rose from the bench, his teaching finished for the day. Bemused, he watches as she packs her sheet music in her bag and retrieves her cellphone; she is his least favorite pupil. Cara’s not a bad player, she works hard, and she’s better than most of his other students. It is the stench of patchouli oil that puts her in that category, so he holds his breath as much as he can while he watches her play the piano, giving advice from time to time. “See you next week, Mr. J.” “Next week, Cara, don’t forget to practice.”

The following week something is different. Same flowery sundress, same patchouli oil, same banging the keys, then it hits him. The hourglass has sand in it. “Cara, you have sand!” “I know, Mr. J, do you like it? I’m so glad you noticed.” How could he not, the tiny hourglass on the webbing between her thumb and index finger now contained sand, canary yellow sand to be precise. “Do you love it?” “I do, your hourglass has a purpose now.” “Time marches on, Mr. J.” As she packs her bag, Jason hands her a small gift box. “A little something from us to reward you for the time you have spent practicing and learning the piano. Open it when you get home.”

At her next lesson a delicate floral scent follows Cara to the bench. “Thank you so much, Mr. J, I love my gift. I thought it was time for a change too,” a knowing smile on her face, as she begins to play.

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Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie posed a challenge for their “5 by 5” Sunday Writing Prompt. Write a story or poem using one of five words in each of the following categories… a piece of furniture, a scent, a color, a shape, and an item carried in the pocket, wallet, or purse.

 

Foundations Please!

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Ainsworth’s is the last of the old line department stores in Chicago.

One cannot blame the young man in the green blazer for looking perplexed when Ethel, upon stepping into the elevator, asks for ‘foundations’.
“Oh for God’s sake, Ethel, just say girdles! Foundations is what our grandmothers called them.”
In a whisper, “I didn’t want to say it out loud, Cheryl.”
“He’s going to think you want to go down. I’m pretty sure we need to go up.”
“Okay! Girdles please young man.”
“Ladies Undergarments, Fourth Floor, right away Madam.”

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Want to take part in the WEEKEND WRITING PROMPT? Write a story or poem with just 91 words and send it to Sammi Cox.

IGNITE… 17 Words

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🎶 Come on baby, ignite my fire 🎶

“No you idiot, how many times, it is light my fire!”

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I remember writing a story for sammiscribbles once a long time ago. I saw Rochelle wrote one today, egged by all around troublemaker Dale, and now they are making me do it.

 

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