Prompt

Legacy — 100WW 79

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Title:  Legacy
Source:  100 Word Wednesday: Week 79
Word count: 100 words

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Meg’s obsession began when she was a little girl. Her grandma had made clothes for Meg from the time she was a baby. She taught Meg how to sew clothes and blankets for her dolls. Meg loved the times they sewed together. She cherished those memories.

Those were the memories she wanted to recreate and the reason she opened her shop. Once a month she held free classes for young girls, recruiting her friends to help. These days they made cell and tablet covers and cosmetic bags, but that didn’t matter. The girls and their mentors were making lifelong friends.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

For All Time — FFfAW Challenge 173

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Title:  For All Time
Source: Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers
Word count:   160 words

This week’s photo prompt is provided by wildverbs. Thank you wildverbs for our photo prompt!

Riina and Alex met at Riina’s cousin’s wedding. Alex was the best man and Riina’s cousin Meg made sure they spent lots of time together. Riina was embarrassed but Alex said it would be a great story to tell their kids. Riina couldn’t wait for the wedding to end.

After the wedding, Alex attended all the family events ignoring Riina. He made himself useful, running errands, picking up ice, or taking one of the old aunts home. He set up and organized the backyard volleyball games and helped clean when everyone left. Riina fell in love.

They dated, spent time together, planned their lives together. The family celebrated the wedding announcement and looked forward to the big day. It was only a cough, but the doctors deemed it terminal. The wedding went on as planned; the joy tainted with sorrow. Riina didn’t want the wedding to end.

They exited the church, the doves released, and Riina’s heart flew with them.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

Technological Advancements — Friday Fictioneers July 6

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Title: Technological Advancements
Source:  Friday Fictioneers sponsored by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple
Word count: 100 words

PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

A single sentinel stood in the plaza, a prosthetic leg seemingly abandoned by its owner. The inquisitive approached, and that’s when the leg moved like a radio-controlled car taking a spin around the block. Or the leg would roll behind someone until they noticed. The women screamed, and the men jumped and laughed. Whether they laughed from embarrassment or amusement was difficult to tell.

The boys sat nearby with the controller.

“You sure your dad is ok with this,” Joey asked for the millionth time.

“Yeah, he thinks it’s funny, and he wants us to update his new one too.”

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Jo Hawk The Writer

Peter’s Express – FFfPP #27

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Title: Peter’s Express
Source:  FLASH FICTION FOR THE PURPOSEFUL PRACTITIONER- 2018 WEEK #27
Word count:  156 words

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Lou hurried down the stairs, late his first day back since the incident. Turning the corner, he stopped face to face with Peter. Peter stood motionless, his back to the rails and the speeding express. He stared at Lou the question plastered on his face. Someone knocked into Lou and he looked away, off balance. When he turned, Peter had disappeared into a swirl of air left by the express. Lou tried to dismiss the image.

He never knew Peter; the cops introduced them last week. A college student going to class they said. They questioned him looking for a connection, a motive. A security camera analysis gave them an unsatisfactory answer. The crowd veered, like a school of fish, and Lou swayed with them, knocking into Peter. Off balance, Peter fell onto the rails in front of the oncoming express. A freak accident Lou would question every morning when he saw Peter and the express.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

Barriers – 100WW 78

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Title: Barriers
Source: 100 Word Wednesday: Week 78
Word count: 100 words

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Her brothers were the focus of the family. Her father told her so. She had earned better grades and scored higher on the tests than any of them. But they were the ones rewarded with what she desperately desired. He sent her brothers to college.

She worked two jobs and took as many classes as she could afford, subsisting on Raman. The girls from her chem class sat talking. As she approached, they grew silent and stared are her, stared at her fish-belly white skin, slight form and her blond hair. She knew the stereotype they saw and kept walking.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

My Favorite Frigate — 3 Line Tales # 126

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From Sonya’s 3LineTales at Only100Words.
You can find the original prompt here. Thank you, Sonya.

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I normally incorporate the two-and-a-half miles of the Freedom Trail into my early morning run.

My favorite part is running through Charlestown Navy Yard, past Pier 1 where Old Ironsides is berthed.

As I run, my heart swells with pride and I hum “O say can you see by the dawn’s early light…”

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Jo Hawk The Writer

Lucille — Friday Fictioneers June 29

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Title: Lucille
Source:  Friday Fictioneers sponsored by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple
Word count: 100 words

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Robbie grabbed a breakfast sandwich from the microwave and poured milk into his hot coffee.  Hanging over the kitchen sink, he snarfed the sandwich as fast as he could, washing down each bite with a sip of coffee. One glanced at his watch told him he needed to get moving if he didn’t want to be late again.

He paused as he headed toward the door, glancing at his gear piled in the corner of the living room. How long since he had played Lucille? Robbie pulled his cell phone from his pocket and sent a text to his boss.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

Mirage — 100WW # 77

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Title: Mirage
Source: 100 Word Wednesday: Week 77
Word count: 100 words

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She should enjoy the sunset, but the ice in her drink melted hours ago. She should enjoy the trip, but the passion in her life evaporated years ago. Her days comprised completing items on the list. The purpose of the trip: relax, recharge. Check and check move on to the next one.

Days turned to years filled with rushing and running, keeping her schedule and adding to the unrelenting list. No time to lose, no excuses for dropping the ball. No time to relax, recharge. A life lived in quiet tragedy; a flurry of activity defining existence, concealing an illusion.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

Gottcha — FFfPP 26

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Title: Gottcha
Source:  FLASH FICTION FOR THE PURPOSEFUL PRACTITIONER- 2018 WEEK #26
Word count: 190 words

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Margaret placed her hands in the small of her back and stretched. Her morning chores complete it was time to fix the children’s midday meal.

“Children,” she hollered as she reached for the screen door, “Get washed up for dinner.”

The screen door slammed behind her. The kitchen was cooler than the hot sun. Margaret darted around the kitchen, the sooner she finished this task the sooner she could sit and relax before starting supper.  She spread seven sandwiches across the table along with seven glasses of lemonade as the children stampeded to their assigned seats.

“Jason? Where is Jason?” silent shrugs answered her question.

At the back door, Margaret called Jason’s name through the screen. The yard was empty. Concerned creased her brow as she stepped into the harsh daylight.

“Jason?” she called, clean sheets billowing on the clothesline next to her.

“Grrr,” Jason growled slapping the sheet from the side opposite of her.

Margaret screamed, and Jason laughed. She flipped the sheet aside, grabbed his arm and pulled him toward her.

“Never do that again,” she said, swatting at his backside as she dragged him into the house.

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Jo Hawk The Writer