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Don’t Pen Me In – 100 Word Tale
“Gather round youngins. Hear the story when we saved farmer Brown’s a….” “‘Apples’, right Lester?” “That would be what I was to say. This here trashed building is a testament to your great, great, who knows how great, grandmama. One Henrietta Leghorn who had the b…” “‘Brains’, Lester?” “Yes, right, the brains to know the…
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Through the Looking Glass – Using Flashback as a Tool
In my bathroom (no worries this is not going down the toilet), there is a mirror across from the window. When I look into the mirror the view reflected back of outside (not my reflection) always catches me by surprise. My brain translates the scene and I’m not in the present, I’m at my childhood…
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They Have Names – Smiling Flowers
You can buy artificial flowers, you can and they’ll look beautiful forever and not remind you that decay takes possession of the living.But can you arrange them in order, lovingly separate stalks, snip away thorns, give them fresh water daily, call them names like “lovely”, “sweetest” and “most desirable” and know, yes I say, know,…
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Love, Not Love, Who Knows? 100 Word
“No sane girl should dream about marriage. It’s oppressive to women.”“In the 1950s maybe.” Elle paused at the Thrift store window. “Marriage is a public declaration of love.”“Really? Half the high school is married then. Would be right for divorce to be a public declaration of not love.”“Divorce doesn’t always mean people don’t love each…
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When You Look at It That Way
Have you ever thought about the inclination of people to keep mementos? I recently bought a mug from a small, rustic campground store as a souvenir of an epic trip. The store proprietor (who also managed the campground) watched me peruse the items for sale with a patient but ‘oh brother’ look on his face.…
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The Showing Not Telling Story – 100 Word
Idle boys spell trouble. “Bring me a pineapple Humberto. I’ll tell you a story.” The boy quickly delivered the juiciest fruit. “Get me another. One not so soft.” Humberto shrugged and picked one, large, misshapen. “A pretty one, not the biggest.” “Abuelo, why didn’t you say that first time?” Abuelo shrugged. The boy brought another,…
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