Week 26…and half of 2018 is gone! 😱
She was here.
His day went from good to great.
Everything else fell away from his viewpoint as he focused on her every movement.
After clearing the east entrance to the park, she loosened the harness on the huge malamute and looped the leash around her wrist.
Mark Evans had seen his mystery woman at the park enough to know the massive dog who could be mistaken for a small furry horse, was named Midas.
Though his size was intimidating, Mark had never seen the dog misbehave and was sure his mystery woman had no need for the leash.
via #52weeks52stories “Dream a Little Dream”
Week 25! 😉
Feu soared through the sky, the chill of early morning giving him energy and spurring him on.
He flew higher, touching the edge of the atmosphere where the air was the thinnest before swooping down to the clouds.
Stretching his wings wide, Feu closed his eyes, gliding along the blustery troposphere, wishing his brothers were at his side.
Moto and Kasai would challenge each other to races until exhaustion took them. Huŏ, the youngest, would pepper him with endless questions about their heritage.
But these were troubled times for the Kuen Kingdom. There was little time for fun and enjoyment or taking mates and raising families as long as their existence was threatened.
via #52weeks52stories “Soar”
Week 18! 😁
Darrin Bennett drummed his fingers against the steering wheel. Marbury, Pennsylvania wasn’t a large city or even a business hub. But as one of four cities that shared the interstate exchange, evening traffic was always headache-inducing as suburbans scurried back to their ranch-style homes.
He glanced at his mother in the passenger seat. She’d been quiet since they left the coroner’s office.
“How are you holding up, mom?”
Just like she’d done in Pax Lacey’s office, Sally Bennett sat with her back straight. Her seat belt strained against her as though trying to push her back in the passenger seat.
“Tired. Confused. Pissed off. Scared.” She fingered the small handbag in her lap. “It was horrible enough being attacked in the Ramirez home. But we both lived through that and are so grateful.”
Tears pooled in her eyes.
“Then to see your dad… my husband lying dead on the floor…”
via The Devil You Know, Part VIII #52weeks52stories
Week 16! 😁
Connie Pierce stormed across the walkway to her apartment.
Walt Stokely could be such a dumbass!
She fumed as she slammed her front door.
It wasn’t a big deal. All she asked him to do was go into Gary’s apartment and retrieve her laptop.
And he refused, spouting privacy concerns and the probability of getting sued.
Walt has also proposed the idea the laptop may not be in the apartment but with Gary, wherever he was. He needed a better reason to invade the man’s privacy.
Connie wanted to smack the man. He wasn’t worried about privacy when she caught him outside her bedroom window.
via The Devil You Know, Part VI #52weeks52stories
Week 13! 😉👍
Sally laughed as Frankie spun her around in circles, elated over the news she was expecting their first child.
The scene changed before a confused Sally… and she and her husband were sitting in Mañana’s. She remembered that’s where they had dinner to celebrate their tenth wedding anniversary.
Her head throbbed as the scene changed again and she was staring at herself in the mirror of a large bath.
She knew this place too. The linen wallpaper covered in delicate coral shells and the porcelain wash basins covered in the same shells had been two of the things she most admired at the Montage Kapalua Bay resort on Maui.
Sally didn’t understand what was happening to her. Seven years had passed since she and Frankie celebrated their silver wedding anniversary in Hawaii.
Sally rushed into the bedroom, breathing a sigh of relief when she saw her husband resting in bed.
His back was to her and she snuggled up close behind him.
“Sorry, I took so long, honey. I’m back.”
Receiving no response from Frankie, Sally rose up on one elbow and peered over his shoulder.
“C’mon, Frankie. You can’t be asleep already.”
Annoyed, she grabbed his shoulder, rolling him onto his back.
The scream froze in her throat as she stared down into her husband’s lifeless eyes.
via The Devil You Know, Part III #52weeks52stories
Week 10! 😊
“Hey mom, look at my rock.”
Jill Morgan, distracted by dinner preparations, responded without looking at her eight-year-old-son.
“That’s nice, Jeffie.”
“And it’s cool, mom. It changes colors, see?”
Jill glanced over her shoulder to see the glow of the smooth orb in her son’s hands change from green to red.
Potato and peeler fell from her hands to the floor.
via Touch #52weeks52stories
A inspiring must-read from Marquessa Matthews!
This was written for this week’s One Minute Fiction photo prompt at “Lovely Curses“. I’m considering this as creative non- fiction.
via “Black Was Never Beautiful” #1minfiction