Milly had dared Bernadette to do it and she couldn’t believe that her best friend went through with it! The day before Bernadette was telling Milly how in love she was with Brandon. “If you’re so in love, Juliet, why don’t you show it at the drive-in tomorrow night!” “What?!?! You want me to prove my love at the drive-in? That is disgusting. There is no way I am taking off any of my clothing in the back seat of Brandon’s car, let alone anyone’s car. If we do it it’s going to be in a bed. Jeez, Milly! I can’t believe you would even want me doing it in public like that!” “Bernie, that isn’t what I meant! I meant, drag Brandon up onto the platform and kiss him in front of all the cars. I’ll be there with Jack and who knows who else will be there! Are you afraid your mom might be there?” “Milly, first of all, my mom doesn’t do drive-in movies. Second, I’ll take the dare! I think it will be fun to get up. there. I just have to hope that Brandon will go along with it.” “Well, just prove that you made your greatest effort and I will give you credit! But, you really have to try and convince him.”
Later that night, as the movie began to play, Milly, who was sitting with her head resting on Jack’s shoulder, sat up abruptly! “Oh my God! She is doing it!” “Doing what, Mill?” “I dared Bernadette to drag Brandon onto the platform and kiss him in front of the whole drive-in theater and she is doing it! Aw, look how cute they both are!” “I’d have done it,” Jack responded. “Well, I know that. It wouldn’t have been much of a dare. I would definitely do it! Maybe we should surprise the crowd and get up there too.” “Let’s not and say we did. Give them the limelight for now. I’m happy with kissing you right here.”
For the visually challenged writer, the photo is of an older couple sitting on a park bench on the top of hill overlooking a blue sky with fluffy white clouds. Next to them on their left are two electric bicycles. Also, that is not Fandango and his wife! Lol!
Martin, what do you think is in store for us now? I don’t know Elaine? Isn’t that a bit of a deep question after an exhausting bike ride up here? Well, I just thought I would ask. Being tired makes me think of stuff like that. Like what? Like the meaning of life. Our purpose. Setting out to do what we are supposed to while we are here on earth. I know I’ve done what I was supposed to do. Now I’m done. Why do you think I bought an electric bike? I’m tired of working so hard. Well Marianne said Walter still wants to get a lot of his bucket list checked off. My bucket is empty Elaine. It’s been empty and I’m leaving it empty. You see that cloud over there? Which one? The one that looks like a boat? No, the other one, next to it. I don’t see anything in that shape, what do you see? Nothing! More of nothing and that makes me so happy! Now let’s go home.
A shadow lurked in the hidden recess of the abandoned doorway. No one would see him here, nor would they think they had to look for anything. He had the city glued to his every movement, his every activity but they hadn’t been able to find any clues as to who this man was who was taking innocent women from their homes and leaving them for dead in the ruins. What he didn’t foresee was what would become of his next victim. She was stronger than most and she would survive his torture, so that she could bring him in.
I heard a sound outside, so I turned on the front porch light, opened the front door, and…
I heard a sound outside, so I turned on the front porch light, opened the front door, and there sitting on the small table was a note. It was a simple white envelope and it had been placed under my “centerpiece”, well it was just a small bucket for rocks and other treasures I found on my walks with the dog. I looked around but couldn’t see anyone near. How had someone gotten away so quickly?
My first thought was of those letters, back in the 90’s, where envelopes were being laced with powdery poisons so that the people who opened them would inhale the contents and drop dead. But who would want to poison me, and why that way? It made no sense. Then I thought it was some sort of chain letter, the kind where you have to send it back to the person who sent it and ten other people or else you’ll have bad luck. Ugh, I don’t even know ten people I could send it to so this would be a chance I couldn’t get away from.
Standing there looking at the note I found myself smiling and chuckling softly as I wonder why my mind goes to evil and death when it could just as well be a winning lottery ticket or an envelope with some cash in it. Maybe whoever stole my wallet has decided to give me back the contents, sans the money, and knew where I lived since they had my driver’s license. Oh, that would be a great surprise.
I walked forward and gingerly picked up the paper folded beneath the bucket. I turned it in my hand, wondering whose spit was on the envelope and had they known they would leave behind DNA by licking the glue on the envelope. If this person was taking that kind of risk then I can risk opening it and seeing what is inside. I eased my pointer finger under the corner when the glue was not stuck and pulled the envelope open.
Oh my goodness! I couldn’t believe what my eyes were seeing.
Find this writing prompt here. Setting the timer for ten minutes and here I go…….
Molly couldn’t believe it had finally come! Her tenth birthday. Finally double digits and summer vacation. She wondered what she would get for her birthday this year. Last year, she remembered with a grimace, had been colorful face masks for the upcoming school year. That stupid virus made that birthday really lame. But this year she was having a party! There would be paper stars hanging from the ceiling in the living room and green fizz in the punch mom promised to make. Grandma was bring a giant cake and Uncle Bill said he had something really special for her special day.
Molly wasn’t one to care much about presents, she really had everything a kid her age could ask for, except for a pony. Dad said they didn’t have room for a pony but she knew the old pasture out back would be perfect. Mom said we didn’t have time or the understanding of how to raise a pony but Molly knew she could learn. She hoped she got this wonderful gift but she didn’t want to get her hopes up. She didn’t want to be disappointed like last year, but then again nothing could be as bad as a party on Facetime and face masks as the big gifts.
Molly walked to the closet to pick out a great birthday outfit. She wanted to wear her favorite dress, the one with the little flowers on it and the belt, but she thought maybe, just maybe, she should wear pants in case she did get a pony. Then she wouldn’t have to waste any time going back inside to change her clothes. What would Mason say? He had a horse at his dads but always complained because he couldn’t ride him by himself. Mason’s horse was huge. Molly tried to think, did Mason say he used to be a race horse or a work horse? Aw, that didn’t matter. What did matter was what she would have her pony do.
Molly sat on her bed and imagined looking out her window to see a pony waiting for her in the pasture. She could open her window and called down to it, that she was coming, that she would bring carrots and apples. She had thought about names but hadn’t totally decided. If it was a boy pony she might call him Hunter or
So here’s the prompt for today’s prosery. The line I want you to include in your prose/flash fiction of 144 words or less, sans title, is “I wandered lonely as a cloud”.
Veva walked along the sandy shore, kicking stones, searching for sea glass. She recalled the days, as a child, where colors would sparkle under the bright sun, illuminating bits of glass smoothed by the crashing waves and sandy bottom. Now though it seemed to be such a rare find. This Veva could not understand, with all the litter in the worlds’ oceans. But still she walked, silently. Watching a gull fly by she thought of a song her grandma used to sing to her on those walks on the beach…
I walked along the sandy shore I wandered lonely as a cloud I found my way back to my love
That was all Veva could remember of the words but she could still hear her grandma humming the tune, as if her voice was being carried by the waves back to her childhood days.
I recently went through a really bad breakup and had sworn off relationships forever until I opened the door and heard nothing. How was I supposed to come home everyday to an empty house? This wasn’t what I had planned for my life and now I have to give it all up because Nate was an asshole? I don’t even know why he acted like that. I need time to think. I need time to sit and think about what I really want. This silence is not it, that I know for sure. Maybe I just need a housemate and I really should give up on love. Now that I have this quiet time I will take advantage of it and really think about my needs.
He said he wouldn’t budge. He said he would stay in that one spot until they gave him what he wanted. Well, Lucky wasn’t going to back down for nothin’. He wasn’t asking for much, just a ride to the pub. But everyone knew that the only person to be lucky when he started drinking was Lucky himself. So there he stood, arms crossed, baseball cap on backwards, refusing to move.
As time went on everything around Lucky seemed to age, except for Lucky. Buildings were erected and taken down around him, time only stood still for Lucky.
No one noticed Lucky after a while. They just drove by him, going about their business, wondering only briefly if he would ever move and go back home. But Lucky was stubborn. And so when Lucky finally died of starvation the town briskly painted a coat of non-rust aluminum over his body and left him there. The aluminum kept Lucky’s body safe from the elements but over time his body tilted and he seemed to bend at an awkward angle. No one bothered to move Lucky. If that is how he wanted to stay, he could stay that way now forever.
Martin looked up at her. “She keeps looking this way and smiling. What for? Is there something up there that she has for me?” Martin had no idea what that “something” could be, I mean he’d only been in this world a few months and had already been whisked away from his mom and dad, brothers and sisters. “Is she planning something up there?” Martin just sat, knowing that if he continued to look up at her she would continue to look down at him and smile, and that gave him a good feeling.
“Come here, Marty, you little cutie!” Martin already hated the nickname but what was he to do? He had to smile and act like it was okay. He had no one to ask if there was a way to stop this foolishness. I mean, just a little while ago he had been plain old Martin. “Maybe she will pick me up so I can see what she is doing up there.” Martin continued to sit, holding his composure and trying to hide the anxiousness he felt inside. “If she has something up there I like then Marty won’t be such a bad name to live with!”
It wasn’t much farther but Bethany didn’t know if her legs would get her there. She had been walking for so long that she hadn’t realized she was almost home. Just a few more steps…By now she had blisters on both heels from her cheap sneakers and an ache in each of her big toes from that horrible pedicure she had spent way too much on. Why didn’t she think of these things before she left? It didn’t matter now. In a few dreaded steps up she would enter the alley that led her to her door. She couldn’t wait to get in bed and forget this whole thing had happened.
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