The hundred and second use for Duct tape

I find the Sables shackled, whimpering through duct tape…all except baby Sable whose knees pop bubble-wrap with every crawl. Where was Mrs.Sable?

I find her soon holding a gun in one hand, baby food in the other.

“Why?”, I croak.

“Baby’s knees can bruise…”

“WHY?”, I point to the ‘shackled’.

“Oh that! I was tired of them fighting with each other…tired of being stuck in the middle unable to broker peace. No fighting at our home now. But enough about us dear neighbour…I heard something about a gift your wife gave your mother…”

“Does duct tape work?”

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Disclaimer: No, I haven’t tried duct tape to broker peace between family members. But I wish it was that easy.

This exactly 100 word work of pure fiction was written in response to a 100 word photo-prompt based challenge conducted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Picture courtesy of Ceayr: PHOTO PROMPT – © ceayr

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The Ice age

She is singing, eyes closed. Singing-along, to be precise. The  ipod, her conductor,  whispers sweet commands through head-phones. The room  drowns from the symphony  of her vocal cords. I clear my throat as a precursor to my rehearsed speech when inspiration strikes.  There’s only one way to talk to a singer like her: with music.

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I get her an in-ear-monitor-headphone-thingie that singers use to hear themselves. She excitedly tries it right-away. My husband is excited too seeing my gift as the end of the cold war between me and his mother.

As she sings her expression gets frostier and frostier.

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Disclaimer: All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Also I  would never get my mother-in-law an in-ear-monitor-headphone-thingie in real life…that would be inhuman 😉

This exactly 100 word work of pure fiction was written in response to a 100 word photo-prompt based challenge conducted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Picture courtesy of Rochelle’s husband Jan W. Fields.

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The Biggest ‘D’

Death. We have looked it in the face. We have our epiphanies when it plays peek-a-boo with us. Death is what we fear.

But Death , the on-off switch between living and not-living as we know it , is benign.

There is a more insidious one than Death.

It happens every second. It creeps upon us slowly, surely. It’s tendrils seeking every possible surface to latch on…finding purchase even in our slippery soul.

It hides in plain sight ,when you gaze in the mirror everyday, with it’s  imperceptible pace.

Have a epiphany now and change what you fear , from Death , to Decay.

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This about 100 word piece of reflection  was written in response to a 100 word photo challenge  posted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields each week.PHOTO PROMPT © Amy Reese

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Missed connections

Prologue: May -1996

I unzipped the suitcase holding my entire life’s belongings and stuffed some into my carry-on shoulder bag. The airport check-in counter lady eyed the scale, nodded when the desired weight was reached, and handed a boarding-pass.

I bent to pick up the shoulder bag – it didn’t budge.

That moment, weighed down by the unknown future,  I discovered a strength I didn’t know I possessed.  I hauled that heavy bag and ran alone to make a connecting flight – to lay the foundations of a home that didn’t exist.

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(This week I went over 100 words and so breaking it up into two parts if you choose to read further)

Sequel  : Feb 2015

“I wish Dad was here. He would know what to do if we miss the connecting flight”, my little one said. He eyed me (his mother) warily  not fully trusting my ability to take him home – the history of my solo journeys forgotten.

That moment I discovered I had chosen- without choosing –  to forget my strengths – to miss many connecting flights on journeys never taken.

With a flick of a wrist I slung my bag over my shoulders and ran behind my children to catch the connecting flight -lost dreams weighing heavily on my shoulders.

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This two part – about 100 word each auto-biographical story –  was written in response to a 100 word photo challenge  posted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields each week. PHOTO PROMPT © Melanie Greenwood

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