November 6, 2020

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Gratitude

I have so many things to be thankful and grateful for.

I am very grateful to my family and friends who understand that this time of year, a few days before Joey’s Heavenly birthday, that this time of year is so very hard.

I have experienced so much loss, as many people do. I lost my last grandparent sometime around ten years old. I lost my mother when I was 23. I lost four dogs, 2 cats, some guinea pigs, some chickens….That list could go on and on. I lost my husband in 2018. I lost my son in 2019. I lost one of my closest friends last month.

I have also experienced so many joys like weddings, new babies, and wonderful holidays. Actually, a new baby came yesterday! If you didn’t see my post from yesterday, it was my mom’s 76th Heavenly Birthday. But, with the birth of Calvin Emilio! Congratulations Sarah and Kurtis!!

The hardest thing in my life that I have had to endure as of yet is losing my son. There are no words to explain.

But despite this pain, I have so many people who support me and show me how much I still have. I have friends who remember Joey that will talk to me about him. I have contact with a few of his closest friends. So, today I am grateful for the people who love me and care about me.

©2020 CBialczak

Pepper Day Contribution!

Flash Fiction Challenge

October 22, 2020, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a spooky tale told around a campfire. It doesn’t have to include the campfire; it can be the tale. Go where the prompt leads!

Respond by October 26, 2020. Use the comment section below to share, read, and be social. You may leave a link, pingback, or story in the comments. If you want to be published in the weekly collection, please use the form.  Rules & Guidelines.

For: https://carrotranch.com/2020/10/22/october-22-flash-fiction-challenge-2/

The Popping Cinders!

We sat close to the flames. With each pop a cinder would be released; we would hold our breath to see where it landed. My grandpa had told me that when a cinder pops and lands on the skin, it is landing on the skin of a vampire. No one believed me. With each pop we jumped a little, hoping the cinder didn’t land on our own leg.  
Pop! 
The bright, burning cinder popped up into the air, made an arc and started coming straight back down, ready to land on….  
All I could do was hold my breath… 
(99 words)

©2020 CBialczak Flash Fiction