Tethered to the past

How do you run away from your past when it’s tied firmly to your future?

“He is my BF Dad. I know him like the back of my hand”, she had said as Robert revved the car engine impatiently in her driveway.  The lines of worry  on her father’s face- the map of her future. She was 19 then.

She glances a peek at Robert as they drive back home. On his granite profile wrinkles run like a maze.

She looks at the back of her hand…was that mole always there? is it new? why hadn’t I noticed it before?

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BF – stands for “Best Friend”. I noticed the BF19 in the license plate of the antique car and used it as the base of this story. Exactly 100 words!

PHOTO PROMPT – © Al Forbes

More details about this photo-based writing challenge run by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields is available here:

https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2016/02/24/26-february-2016/

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Cup-cake soldier

 

“I want a divorce”.

Senator Trumpet lowers the newspaper, appraises his wife Strumpet’s  hour-glass figure. Not too thin. Not too plump. Just the way the American public likes it.

“Why?  Want to go back to the meth-lab where I found you? ” he needles her.

He needs her, when he runs for the “Round office”, to complete his presidential image.

Strumpet isn’t the brightest in the block but she knows one thing…Trumpet for President means disaster. She isn’t  going to let that happen.

She cancels her gym membership. Eats cup-cakes for breakfast,lunch and dinner.  She’s proud to serve her country.

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Disclaimer: All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

This week’s exactly 100 word story was inspired by the upcoming American Presidential election and the Photo prompt provided by Sandra Crook.

More information about this challenge can be found on Rochelle Wisoff-Field’s page:

https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2016/02/17/19-february-2016/

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The Absolute truth

“Is daffodil a boy or a girl?”, my child asks.

“There is no boy or girl in daffodils”.

A plant grows out of a single seed with all the knowledge it needs. This human seed came with a list of questions instead- and trusting eyes to absorb any answer as the absolute truth.

“Am I a boy or a girl?”, my child asks.

“You are a …”, I pause…to laugh at life’s irony…any disappointment leftover from the day I saw the tiny blip between the sonogram legs dissipates…

“You’re an angel”, I finish…it’s the absolute truth.

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It’s the absolute truth …children are angels until they hit their teens and then all bets are off 🙂

To think that we assign gender even before a child’s birth and expect gender typical behaviour when a child is born with no concept of gender…

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This 98 word story was written for a 100 word Photo prompt based writing challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  Rules and details can be found at this site:

https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2016/02/10/12-february-2016/

The Photo prompt is copyrighted to “The Reclining Gentleman”. PHOTO PROMPT © The Reclining Gentleman

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Too late

The distant clouds promise, “I’ll soon be there”.

But I need them now to form a tear.

Like a heart contrite,

too late to set things right.

I know it will pour…

like an ocean with no shore.

But I need them now to form a tear.

For there is no time, I fear.

 

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This less than 60 word poem  was written in response to a 100 word photo-prompt based challenge conducted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Picture courtesy of Erin Leary : PHOTO PROMPT © Erin Leary

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