“As you are jabbing your teeth, do you ever stop to think with the tree thinks or feels?”
“What in the hell are you talking about?”
“So what? You know I always get food caught between these two teeth, drives me crazy, it was your idea to get Carnitas.”
“But trees are living things, how would you feel if your bones were shredded into little picks?”
“I like trees too, but are you listening to yourself?”
“Oh sorry, the Wilson’s cut down their cherry tree and I was just feeling sad. Hey, how ’bout a churro for dessert?”
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Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie… This week’s Photo Challenge #359 by NEKNEERAJ is courtesy of Brooke Shaden. Love strange images like this and that’s my 100 word story. I’m trying to get my granddaughter Ula to write one.
More stories here…
Aaron leaves the new flowers for Sara and takes the old ones back home.
In a back room, his favorite framed photograph of her attached to the door, he leaves last week’s flowers inside, it is getting harder to shut the door, he thinks he may need to start another room soon as this one is getting full, it would be the third room, so long ago she left, now he only counts years, at first it was hours, then days, he hopes he does not have much time left, but then he always thinks that on flower day.
Aaron heads outside to tend to his rose garden.
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When I saw this photo prompt chosen by Nekneeraj for MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge #323 it immediately made me think of one of my favorite art pieces and a story began to form.
Rose Window is an encaustic painting by Friday Harbor artist Fiona Small. I saw it at an art show, in 2012, and immediately bought it before anyone else could. I liked that she made the frame also, and have always put a few of my miniature roses on the ledge. They dry up and fall out over time. Lots of roses in bloom now, I will have to pick some new ones for my Rose Window.
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Bobby wasn’t happy. Little Sally pretended nothing was wrong.
Maybe it will go away, maybe Mother won’t hear him, maybe Mother won’t care.
“What is it, Bobby. Let me wipe those tears away, little man.”
Guess she heard.
Little Sally headed around the side of the tool shed.
“Sally!!! Come back here right now young lady.”
I’m in trouble.
“Bobby said you took his new toy, where is it?”
“Gramma gave it to me for my birthday.”
“It flew into the swimming pool.”
“Oh for God’s sake, Sally, it’s paper. How did it get there?”
“Sally flew it!”
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Photo by Francisco Echevarria on Pexels.com
Little Sally wanted a doll house in the worst way. But she knew what mother would say.
“No!” That’s what mother would say. “You have enough stuff cluttering up your room, Sally. I don’t think you would last five minutes playing with a doll house.”
Maybe Mother was right, but Little Sally still wanted one. She had seen a beaut at The Toy Box, it even lit up and it wasn’t that big, she decided to enlist Grandma.
“When you were little did you ever have a doll house?”
“Oh yes, dear, I did.”
“I would love one for Christmas.”
(where there is a will, Little Sally finds a way)
Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie ~ Photo Challenge #292
I knew the moment I saw this fabulous photo by Oleg Oprisco that I had to write a story. 100 words of course. Check out the other stories at MM, maybe write one yourself.
Nikki stood looking at the tree stump for a very long time. Finally she turned and walked back to where we were standing, shaking her head.
Nikki sees things other people don’t see. When I asked her what she had seen she said, “I don’t know, but she was pretty.” I’ve learned to leave it at that and not ask questions.
We went and looked at the tree stump, but didn’t see anything. Didn’t hear anything either.
It was getting dark so we found Nikki and left.
Photo Prompt Artwork by Ingrid Endel ~ Thank you to Nekneeraj for the invitation to write.