Friday Fictioneers: Mother-in-claw

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Photo courtesy:  Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Mother-in-claw

Word count:  100

 

“Is that the bowl I sent you for Christmas?”

Meredith knew what was coming.

“Why’s there a plant in it?”

Her mother-in-law scooped it up, opened the trash can and dropped the ivy in.

“It’s not a vase, Meredith.”

She pawed through drawers with piggy fingers until she found the kids’ candy, and refilled the bowl.

“Honestly Meredith.  I wasn’t going to say anything but since my dear Albert died, I’ve been thinking of selling the house to move closer to you lot.”

Meredith’s husband arrived in time to catch the bowl before it struck his mother’s head.

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Friday Fictioneers: Portkey Life

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Photo courtesy: Anonymous

 

Better Life

Word count:  100

 

“That’s odd.” Cordelia stopped, tugging Montague’s jacket as he walked ahead.

“What’s that, pippin?” He stepped backwards, eyeing the boots, and came to rest behind his wife’s shoulder.

Cordelia reached out. “Where did these come from?”

“Best not to touch dear.” Montague chided gently.  “Probably belong to that brute gardener next door.”

Walking on, Cordelia briefly imagined that distasteful man grimace brown-toothed spittle at the effort of strapping his boots together.

In another realm, the gardener (whose name was Simon) gawked at the abrupt change in surroundings;  a beautiful estate all his own.

“All I done was touch the boot.”

Friday Fictioneers: What Childish Notion

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Photo courtesy – Jill Wisoff

 

What Childish Notion

Word Count:  100

 

“Momma?”

She held Nathan’s hand tightly through the swarm of other pedestrians.

“Uh-huh?”

“Why is there a monster over there?”

“What?  Where?”  She replied without looking.

Exasperated with human traffic, she jerked her son a little too hard.  Nathan wailed, and passersby bestowed judgmental glares.

Screw this city, and screw Daniel; damn worthless ex-husband with shitty timekeeping.

She pulled Nathan toward her and looked down upon his tearful eyes.

“Momma!  The monster!” He pointed behind.

“Nathan, the only monster here is the one you’re…”

Her words were cut short as the Empire State Building broke free from the ground.

 

 

Friday Fictioneers – Loop

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Photo Courtesy:  Karen Rawson

 

Loop

Word Count:  100

Heather loved running this path.  She never deviated and bounded expertly over rocks and tree roots; strong legs pumping, and her orange hat bobbing visibly to warn hunters.

It felt as if she’d been running for years.

Heather paused to negotiate the rickety steps when she heard a sharp crack in the distance, followed by immediate head pain, then nothing.

Heather loved running this path.  She never deviated and bounded expertly over rocks and tree roots; strong legs pumping, and her orange hat bobbing visibly to warn hunters.

She crossed the stream, indifferent to the memorial cross bearing her name.