It didn’t matter where she was or what she was doing, Didi’s eyes were drawn to a clock at 11:38. She never thought consciously about the time or looking at the clock except in the morning when she got up for work and towards the end of her work day. It was as if a…
Category: fiction
Thursday Inspiration 44 — Love Potion #9
George, the love of my life, was a utility worker, climbing power poles 40-50 hours a week. Or at least he did until he was thrown from a 40-foot height by a power surge. Landing on the lawn, George’s body smoked from the electricity that put him into a coma. It had been six months….
#FF — Plugged in
PHOTO PROMPT © Dawn Miller “What do you think, Myrna?” Myrna sat hunched on the pastel green vinyl hospital rocker next to mother’s bed, her hand resting softly on the woven cotton blanket covering her mother’s inert foot. It had been six months on the respirator, with tube feedings, and no indicators of improvement. Doctors…
What do you see? # 17 Camp Muk-a-luk-a-lee
Image Credit; Lisa Fotios- Pixabay When Jeremy was born, not only the nurses but the doctor remarked in the chart that he was suspected of having a condition called, hirsutism, which is a medical term for very hairy. At birth his “fur” was a fine blond fluff, but by the time he was a year…
Reena’s Exploration Challenge #122 — Professor Pettigrew’s Magic
Credit: Daniel Salmieri in A Velocity of Being Johnny’s English 101 teacher was the old-fashioned kind, and Johnny wasn’t sure he liked the old-fashioned kind. English 101 was Johnny’s 8 a.m. Monday-Thursday class in his freshman year at the community college. The first class Professor Pettigrew laid out the groundwork for the semester as he…
Thursday Inspiration 43 — free foxes
Rex and Velma had known each other since birth, being born in cages next to each other at the fur farm. Back then they didn’t have names, only plastic tags with numbers stapled into their ears the moment they left their mothers’ wombs. Farmer John had fox farming down to a science, and kindness played…
#FF — Thawing Pillars
PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Melissa’s family Century farm was doing well. Her grandparents would be proud. Robert’s family grocery store was ready for a change after seventy-five years. Both Melissa and Robert were in their fifties and had devoted their lives to their work, leaving little for things like relationships. Nowville’s small community’s progressives…
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