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1,000 Words worth: 2017-11

Each Friday, http://www.theblacktortoise.com/1000-words-worth-2017-8/To find out more click  here. “Okay girls, our best path forward is a bake sale,” Margaret says. “People don’t want home-baked items anymore,” comes from Ruth.  My God, she tries so hard to go up against Margaret.  “They don’t trust the sanitary standards of other people’s kitchens.” She does have a point, Jean thinks, but she keeps mum.  For one thing, she really needs to pee, and she wishes the meeting would just end, so she can go to the restroom and not make a fuss by getting up in the middle of the meeting and drawing…

1,000 Words worth: 2017-10

Each Friday, http://www.theblacktortoise.com/1000-words-worth-2017-8/To find out more click  here. “Pssst…” Isaac waits. “Pssst…” “Don’t you understand what pssst means?” The spider turns toward Isaac and tugs gently at his arm. Isaac jerks away.  He slowly turns his head back toward the spider and looks into one multi-lens eye.  He feels a little vertigo-ish.  Anyways, his knees buckle a little and his stomach jumps like that time he went of a ride down the playground slide all by himself. “Can you talk?” Isaac persists. “Egg-on-a-spit! Ya-es,” the spider says. “I’m trying to remain discreet.”  She makes the g in trying sound a…

1,000 Words worth: 2017-9

Each Friday, http://www.theblacktortoise.com/1000-words-worth-2017-8/To find out more click  here.   Milo holds out hope. Love endures. And not a single petal has fallen from the rose he purchased for her.  How many weeks ago was it?  Of course he could figure it out, but why waste the time? He decides to wait until the last petal falls. Kerri promised she would come. Now she was gone.  Not only did she fail to show up for their date, she was literally gone.  Not a trace. Milo thought about what he’d say to her the next day at work.  No show. He thought…

1,000 Words worth 2017-8

Each week for 2017, To find out more click here. Scout and Meowgi waited all day for Goldy, their only sister, to return.  “She’s been gone a long time,” Scout moped.  Scout knew Meowgi spent most nights outside, hunting.  As for Scout, he was only allowed into the fenced yard.  Meowgi slinked under the fence, or on warm nights jumped up and sat on the fence post crooning at a full moon.  Scout could do neither of these things, so he contented himself with what he freedom he had, and looked forward to long walk with Mother.  He tolerated the…

1,000 Words worth 2017-7

Each week for 2017, To find out more click here.   “How do you work it again?” “Just stick your paw in here like this, and flip the food out.  It’s supposed to be more a more satisfying way for us to eat.” “What makes you say that?” “Woman-servant said so.  She bought it for us.” “You mean the same servant who said I was fat?” “She should look in the mirror and see who’s fat.” “Remember what we did when the man-servant bought us that cheap litter? Don’t worry, we can stop this anytime we want.” “Did she tell…

1,000 Words worth 2017-6

Each week for 2017, To find out more click here.   “I don’t know why,” said Liz. “It feels like such a treat to go out to breakfast.” She cradled her coffee mug in both hands. “Me too.” Fred leaned toward Liz, elbows on the table, palms reaching toward her as he spoke. “I have a surprise for you. I found a place for us to live.” Liz ran her tongue between her top lip and her teeth. “Where?” She picked up her coffee cup, still in both hands and held it against her forehead. “You know that Tiny House…

1,000 Words worth 2017-5

Each week for 2017, I’m posting a photo and a bit of flash fiction. To find out more visit here. “I wear gloves,” said Hershal.  He looked out the window, turning his head away from Mavis.  His hands stayed threaded together on the cafeteria table.  “What’s it to you, anyways?” Hershal kept his eyes on the pair of swans in the hospital’s cooling pond just outside the window. “All the time?” Mavis said, her own hands sunk deep into the pockets of a too-big coat with frayed cuffs.  “I mean your hands look so soft.” “Our mother is dying and…

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