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Ducky – 100 Word Wednesday

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Title: Ducky
Source:  100 Word Wednesday: Week 122
Word count: 100 words

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A man entered the Valley House brewery carrying a wood duck and sat at the bar. The duck’s painted head and red glass eye glared at the bartender.

“What’s with the duck?” the bartender asked.

“Would you trade a few rounds of your Wood Duck Wee Heavy Ale for this decoy?”

The bartender poured his drink and set the decoy behind the bar.

A few days later the bartender stroked the decoy’s head and smiled. It was a good deal. A few more free drinks and the glaring duck’s head became the perfect tap pull for his Wood Duck Ale.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

Adapting to Technology – 100 Word Wednesday

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Title: Adapting to Technology
Source:  100 Word Wednesday: Week 121
Word count: 100 words

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Virginia focused her concentration and knocked the bookshelves’ contents onto the floor. They crashed, thumping as they landed. The sound reverberated through the quiet library.

Megan jumped from her chair, investigating each row until she found the pile.

“Not again,” Megan looked, but she knew she was alone.

“I need more books,” Virginia screeched.

Megan replaced them on their shelf.

Virginia had seen the magical black slates the patrons carried. Peaking over shoulders revealed enough words and stories to quell her boredom. It only took a finger swipe to turn the pages.

It was a trick she hadn’t mastered. Yet.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

 

Tulipmania – 100 Word Wednesday

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Title: Tulipmania
Source:  100 Word Wednesday: Week 120
Word count: 100 words

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As they walked through the garden, Henry felt his grandmother’s hand. She recounted a crazy story, a fantastic tale of Tulipmania and the “Madness of Crowds”. They imported the first bulbs from Turkey to Europe in the 1590s. The tulip became a status symbol. A single bulb cost more than a craftsman’s annual income. In February 1637 the market crashed.

He carried her history lesson with him, visiting the botanic gardens annually to see them in bloom. He shut his eyes, transported to his first tulip field and Grandmother’s voice. He hoped to pass the tradition on to his boys.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

 

The Call – 100 Word Wednesday

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Title: The Call
Source:  100 Word Wednesday: Week 114
Word count: 100 words

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The garage was where everyone found Dad. On frigid winter days, he lit the propane heater and cranked the radio. Elbow-deep in the chassis, oil, and grease covered, he was happier than a pig in—well, you know.

He purchased the dilapidated hunk of junk online, driving three hundred miles to trailer it home. Oddly shaped and sized packages appeared, and Dad’s face beamed. He wore his Christmas day smile as they disappeared into his lair.

One bright spring day, the garage stood empty. Now nobody knows where to find him as he speeds, top down, along the open road.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

Our Special Way – 100 Word Wednesday

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Title: Our Special Way
Source:  100 Word Wednesday: Week 113
Word count: 100 words

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Sandy was a special child. We didn’t realize how special she was until after she was born. In school, her light overshadowed the others, and they treated her differently. Children can be cruel to those they don’t understand.

Sandy wasn’t one of those children. Their taunts fell on deaf ears, and their hatred fell on a forgiving heart. Still, sometimes Sandy cried. Not for herself, no, never that. She cried for them.

At our special spot, the crashing waves drowned their words. The breeze kissed her heart, refilling it with love and compassion. And we spoke in our special way.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

 

Observing Rites – 100 Word Wednesday

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Title: Observing Rites
Source:  100 Word Wednesday: Week 112
Word count: 100 words

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Conversation wasn’t Dad’s forte. Every Sunday he woke me. With fishing gear and a brown paper sack loaded with egg sandwiches, we headed to the sound. As dawn kissed the sky, our bobbers rode the waves.

The ritual had been absent for a month when he finally returned.

“Your mom -”

Dad’s voice drifted on the breeze and salt spray accumulated in his eyes. My throat tightened. Unable to speak, I wrapped my arm around his waist. His arm clung to my shoulder, pulling me close. We stood there in silence for what seemed like forever. We needed no words.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

Cultivating Joy – 100 Word Wednesday

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Title: Cultivating Joy
Source:  100 Word Wednesday: Week 111
Word count: 100 words

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As a Customer Service Supervisor, Imogene solved other people’s problems and smoothed ruffled feathers. She loved her job, and she did it well.

Occasionally, silly complaints, abusive attitudes, and stretched truths wore on her nerves. Today was one of those days. Imogene counted the minutes, waiting to rush to her sanctuary.

The potting shed wasn’t fancy, but it belonged to her. Here, she could sink her hands into warm dirt, feel the sun’s heat on her back and hear the bird’s sweet songs. The breeze caressed her, and her plants grew and flowered as she tended them with loving care.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

The Climb – 100 Word Wednesday

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Title: The Climb
Source:  100 Word Wednesday: Week 110
Word count: 100 words

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It had been a long climb. Now, at the trail’s summit, Jill realized it was worth every hard-won step. Along the path, Jill sometimes wanted to give in, give up, admit defeat.

But Bobby was with her, holding her hand. He yelled when she needed him to yell and coaxed when she needed coaxing. He picked her up, carrying her over the toughest steps. Because of Bobby, she stood awed by the view.

Jill wrapped her arms around him as a tear broke free.

Bobby wiped it away and smiled.

“See? I knew you were stronger than cancer,” he said.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

Loves Legend – 100 Word Wednesday

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Title: Loves Legend
Source:  100 Word Wednesday: Week 109
Word count: 100 words

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The legend said their love would last while their initials remained on the Lovers Tree.

Nick carved his initials deep into the bark. His knife traced her initials again. He wasn’t taking any chances.

She hadn’t noticed him, but he had waited, been there for her, loved her. He hadn’t dared to dream, hadn’t imagined she would be his or declare her love.

She swore Todd meant nothing after he broke her heart. But Nick saw the way she looked at Todd when she thought he wasn’t looking.

He gouged the letters deeper and prayed for Todd’s initials to fade.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

The Reward – 100 Word Wednesday

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Title: The Reward
Source:  100 Word Wednesday: Week 107
Word count: 100 words

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Allie shifted, tired of waiting and watching she rubbed her neck and surveyed her immediate area. Maybe the intelligence was wrong. She glanced at her wrist then refocused her sights to the bridge’s far end. Fifteen minutes past the appointed time stretched to half past the hour.

“Any movement?” the voice in her ear ask.

“Negative,” she whispered.

“Should we abort?”

Stifling a groan, she felt the muscle in her temple throbbed.

“Negative. Hold your position.”

Another half hour passed, but still, Allie waited.

A flash from the far end of the bridge set Allie’s pulse racing. They had escaped.

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Jo Hawk The Writer