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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…

1,000 Words worth 2017-4

“Eugenia, you’re must get the kids on board,” Simon said, scurrying along the baseboard and squeezed under the sink. “I’m trying, but they’re hungry,” said Eugenia.  She rolled her eyes, but Simon missed it. She’d already turned her head toward her nursing litter and nuzzled her runt toward an empty teat. “We’re never getting out of here, if we don’t take a more systematic approach.” Simon stood on his hind legs and pulled a loose piece of veneer from the corner.  Simone, his first borne, his namesake, clambered onto his back and sank her teeth into a hirer piece of…

1,000 Words worth: 2017-3

Snapped awake, Jennifer lay in her king-sized bed listening. She felt cold, absent the warm back that had exited a week ago.  She missed pressing up against his warmth enough to be willing to forgive the other kind of heat he emanated. The kind that stung and left scars. Was that a dream, or did something wake me? Did I hear something? Jennifer tried to calm her heartbeat with the self-talk her counselor taught her.  “Fear is just a feeling,” she whispered. The alarm clock red, blinked 1:00 A.M. The electricity must have gone off and back on again. Now…

1,000 Words worth: 2017-2

A photo of an ordinary situation, and a little story to go with it. The photo is from a desk in my church’s office. Doris reminded herself that she needed this job. Even if she hated it.  Why did she say she knew how to do CAD?  I should have said, “I know cads, and I’ve done some, too.” at least that’d be the truth.  “What’s so funny,” said Alan,  prairie-dogging from his side of the cubicle. “What?” “You’re smiling at nothing.” Doris took a swig from her bottle of Dasani. “Oh, you know,” she said, twirling a piece of…

1,000 Words worth: 2017-1

I decided to shift gears a little this year.  Each Friday, I’ll take a photo of a very ordinary thing from, what I think is, an unusual angle.  Perhaps a close up, perhaps from underneath.   Here’s my first: “Weighed down by 75 years of M&Ms and other chocolatey goodies, the Gingerbread man could shared distant memories of “Run, run, as fast as you can.  You can’t catch me.  I’m the gingerbread man.”  The little gingerbread boys and girls rolled their eyes in disbelief.  Who would run away from a kind old woman in a warm, cozy home, anyways?  It…

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