Posted in Flashes

Nothing Personal

 

“How did this happen?” Fran stood at her car still reeling. She never wanted to teach, in fact; she wasn’t a teacher and had protested, adamantly, but Trish had desperately needed her help. Years had gone by. Years… That wasn’t the worst of it; they’d known each other almost forever.

 

Trish had gotten a call, a complaint. She knew better but called Fran into her office anyway. “They said there was a photo and would forward the link. I had to hotline you. This is your last day, I’m sorry.”

Stunned Fran stammered. “We’re more than colleagues.” “I said sorry.” “But I thought we were friends.”

 

 

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100WCGU – Week#176

http://juliasplace.org.uk/100wcgu/100wcgu-week176/

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The prompt for this week is:

 …but I thought we were friends…

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Posted in Current Insurgencies, Flashes

Float Trip

Get out she says, I want you out.

Joe just stood there. Now what… This time he’s not willing to lose everything or leave behind things she covets just to pacify. “Pacify what, how does that go, ‘don’t try to figure out a plan, you can’t reason with a headless man’ in this case a woman. How can I do this in a more rational way with an irrational woman whose mood could change like the flip of a switch?” None of this stops friends and family from giving age-old advice “don’t worry about it, it’ll take care of itself”. He hopes as he sits espresso in hand reflecting on what’s come to pass; in a matter of moments fate has been decided… or has it? His usefulness came to an end and he’s now outdated. “One door closes another opens, another wise-old-sagely goody, but it’s hard to see what that new door will be. What will it bring?” Suddenly an air of relief tries to enter, a breath of fresh air, hope, possibility. He can feel it as if it were a breeze but in a split second it’s gone. It all seems so dead. It is death but Joe wants life to go on preferably with her… and his stuff.

Posted in Just Sayin', Thought Food

Feel Like Writing Something

 

I tell you I just wanted to write something, anything… Up early while it’s still dark that I haven’t done in such a long while but what am I doing instead? Browsing through websites, shopping for clothes I don’t need, didn’t I manage a VS order of over 300 bucks? Yeah, by their standards that’s what – 2 tops or one bra? Now what? Should I push “place order” or just leave it there? May get up in half a mo to make coffee, sneak around while a child gently snores – what a pleasure he’s here. With my own place I don’t get to see him as often as I’d like; no morning hugs every day, no how was your day tell me all about kindergarten, nothing. We get a babysitting weekday and weekends. Precious time, it always was precious time.

I hear the sounds of air conditioning units in the background. It’s 50 degrees outside, why on earth would you want air conditioning on? Don’t people realize they can just open windows and have a cool place without jacking up the electric bill? How nice not to worry about that but I’d be too cold in any case. I prefer the morning breeze and a warm sweater. Healthier I think.

Can’t afford the newspaper; I mean 6 bucks just because it’s Sunday? Seriously? Must be extra special news or am I being charged for the coupon sheets that are included? Not much of a discount. Better off just shopping and forgetting about the paper.

There goes that AC unit again. Must have the thing set on ‘snow”. Wonder if that could happen. Up for coffee I go. If I still my mind and focus on deafening silence I’ll get some inspiration to write.

A hint of daylight is beginning to outline the sliding doors to the balcony…

 

Better get a sweater…

 

Posted in Fiction & Poetry, Flashes

Walking Through Spiderweb

 

 

It felt like plastic netting only soft. She felt the ridges on her skin and heard the zzzip like rolling rrrrrs as she passed. She thought of spiders quickly glancing up but the web wasn’t damaged glistening in the sun in a single rough-edged sheet. She ran her fingers through her hair and shook off her clothing just in case. No trespassers. “Onward”.

 

He came to pick up his son. At the daycare the front doorbell rang but she was busy with two year olds in the back room. He appeared in the doorway she looked up surprised, and glanced him up and down as he did her. “We’re dressing alike. This isn’t good; some kind of freaky. I’m an alpha. We’d argue about who’s in charge. Could be fun. Funny how people think.”

 

“She’s an alpha” drifted through her mind. “She needs more love than others.” He stood at the far end of the classroom signing his son out. He looked back. Looking ahead but just past him she caught his full image. “We’re dressing alike. Pastels and white.” She smiled as she walked toward Little Hercules who’d taken the plastic broom and bent the handle in half. He was trying to get it to flip up and down…

 

 

Posted in Fiction & Poetry

Impromptus

 

 

But what will I write

Yes I could

I would, now

But what will I write

You know I should

I feel it inside

Come out from hiding

Let’s see

The muse is knocking

Inviting

Spend time with me

But what will I write

Impromptu as it seems

It’s on the tip of my tongue

I love it

The passion, the fever

The longing

The fun

Eagerness waiting

No, awaits poetic licensing

To my head tain’t no gun

I wish each morning at the keyboard to stay

And bang out a novel

Pages every day

 

But what will I write

 

 

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http://juliasplace.org.uk/100wcgu/100-word-challenge-for-grown-ups-week-6/

100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups – Week#160

 

This week’s prompt is:

 …but what will I write…

 

 

Posted in Books & Stories, Thought Food

Nothing To Do With Boston

 

 

“Out of the 13 children at daycare his son was one of them making for an interesting dilemma. His wife, or ex-wife, dropped the kids off in the morning and dad could be depended on to pick them up always demonstrating what a loving father he was.”

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“That’s a better start than trying to come up with something about the Tea Party” Şaron thought. “Which reminds me…” She opened her Create Space folder. The entry read: “It’s the 4th – Yay America, though we still have plenty of Queens (we like them better), Moët and Chandon notwithstanding; Indians didn’t do it.”

 

 

 

This Week’s Prompt: “…The 13…”

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100 Word challenge for grown ups – Week#158

https://jfb57.wordpress.com/2015/07/06/100-word-challenge-for-grown-ups-week158-2/