150 Words, 2 Min Read
Hello, and welcome to Fiction Friday where I share some of my writing. This week’s post is a response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Finish off Fridays #9: The Wait 03.03.17., where they provide the picture and the opening sentence and we write an additional 100-150 words to complete the story.
Clementine anxiously waited for the 5:40 out of the city, wondering if he would be on board. She touched her pocket nervously and looked out of the window. Today would be the day that Clementine would speak to him, and she knew just what topic to broach. Her head turned as the trained approached, palms becoming sweaty. Clementine stepped onto the train, looked around and spotted him. As the train moved she made her way over to where he stood. For a moment she watched, mesmerized as she had often before, as he flipped and turned the switch blade in his hand. With a nervous smile on her face, she tapped on his shoulder. He took out one of his headphones and turned to her, still flipping the blade every which way. Clementine took out her own and showed it to him, shrugging and saying, “Could you show me a thing or two?” With a genuinely surprised smile, he nodded and reached to check out her blade.
Hello, and welcome to Fiction Friday where I share some of my writing. This week’s post is a response to Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales 140 character tell-alls prompt, where she provides a prompt photo and our mission is to tell a story based on that prompt in 140 characters or less.
I stroked his neck, his fur and purring calming me, centering me. Our eyes met, a silent understanding between us. My bubby, his human.
Hello, and welcome to Fiction Friday where I share some of my writing. This week’s post is a response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Finish off Fridays #7: Shadow 03.02.17, where they provide the picture and the opening sentence and we write an additional 100-150 words to complete the story.
150 words, 1 Minute Read
Until she uploaded her day’s photos onto the computer, she never noticed the shadow in each of them.
“What the…” She trailed off, confused. Her photography expeditions she did alone for this particular reason. In each photo she saw the same shadow, behind her off to the side. She flashed to a memory with her father who had been in a hit and run a few years back and had died in the hospital.
She remembers crying by his side, being angry and sad. Her crying had woken him up and he’d said, “Don’t cry baby girl, I’ll always be with you.”
She felt herself tearing up at the memory. She stood in front of a mirror, took a picture, and uploaded it to her computer. Lo and behold, there was the shadow standing a few feet behind her. Tears fell down her face as she laughed, cherishing the shadow.
Hello all, and welcome to another Tresses Thursday, where I share hair updates, hairstyles, and tips. My goal every week is to try a different hairstyle, but this week is a throwback! The beginning of the video has photos of my dreads from July 2015 and the end has them from just a month ago. Look how long they have grown!