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Hidden

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. 

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This weeks photo:

Up upon a wooded hill
inside a wooden shack
stone makes up the front walls
and mud holds up the back

Its here that mother nature
can rest her head in Spring
working hard all winter
So we hear robins sing

And in this house so little
a being waits inside
letting Mother Nature be
alone, and for he’ll hide

And when it’s time to come out
the weather’s turned up warm
He cleans up all the old debris
and any from the storms

The yard never gets pretty
it stays plain like his home
but happy is this little one
The little garden gnome.

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Mikey, move to the left a little. No, step back a tiny bit. Yes, stay there! Okay, now put your hands up in front of you…Awesome, lean in a little, like you are actually holding it up.

Dad, this is the same picture that every tourist takes here.

No, this will be different. Let’s make it different.

Dad, how can you make this different? 

Trust me, Mikey. Okay now bring your knee up. 

What do you mean bring my knee up?

Like you need your knee to help you hold up the tower. 

Dad this is so dumb

Smile!

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Go ahead Billy, if you think it’s such a good idea. 

No way, I’m not opening the door. I didn’t say it was a good idea I just said maybe he left some money in it or something. 

By the smell of it he must have left his lunch in it, it smells disgusting!

That’s a strong smell for an old, rotting lunch. My lunch has never smelled that bad even when I’ve forgotten it in my backpack for the weekend. 

Well, what is that smell then?

I don’t know. Like I said, go open the door and we’ll see. 

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Marcia walked in and saw that all the tables on the perimeter were taken. Inside she cringed. She really didn’t want to meet Brian, her blind date, and be seated in the center of all the people. She didn’t know what he looked like or what they would even talk about! How embarrassing if they sit there silently eating their meal in front of everyone. She would feel awkward. It felt like if you were going to sit where you were the center of attention you should at least look like you are happy and having fun. (100 words)

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Marcus walked up to the table with some apprehension.
“Is someone sitting here?”
He noticed the other glasses on the table.

“Nope, go ahead,” replied Veva, not moving her eyes away from the newspaper in front of her.

“Do you eat here often?”

“Nope, first time,” replied Veva; again not making any move to look up.

“What did you order?”

“Sorry, but don’t you see I’m trying to eat?” Veva asked.

Marcus was taken aback a little but for the first time in a long time he felt more relaxed than ever.

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The Boy’s Boat

Mom, mom! Look, it’s the boat I want! 

Jimmy, first of all, that boat isn’t for sale. Secondly, do you really want a pink boat? 

Mom, It is beautiful. It is the color of a precious rose or a newborn baby girl’s blanket! 

Jimmy, when have you seen a rose that color? 

The last time Dad brought you roses. 

Um, I don’t think you were even born then… 

Okay, it’s like the roses Dad pointed to and said you would like. 

Well, that sounds closer to the truth! Now, what about this baby blanket? Since when were you paying attention to the “blue is for boys, pink is for girls” stuff? 

I’m not. Why? 

You said pink like a newborn baby girl’s blanket. 

Oh, yeah well, I’ve never seen a baby boy. 

Ah, anyhow the boat isn’t for sale. 

Well, someday I want a pink boat just like that someday! 

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The Venue

As we pulled up to the restaurant our mouths hung open. The travel agent said this was a five star restaurant. What were we going to do now? This was supposed to be the venue for Megan’s wedding. 

David and I looked at each other. We were in shock. We would now have to scramble to find a place to feed the families.  

Megan pulled up a few minutes later. “Mom, I love it! This is perfect! Look at the view of the water. You both are the best parents anyone could wish for!” 

David and I were happily surprised. 

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Jacqueline’s Car

Jacqueline stared in disbelief. How did she get her car stuck up there? All she could remember was leaving the house, heading to the market to stock up on toilet paper and canned soup, and then nothing…At this point she has three bags of groceries, paper products, and vitamins but no car and no idea how she got home if her car was now balancing on the top of the marquee in front of the supermarket. Did it matter how the car got there if she is home safe and sound? She might never know the truth at this point.  

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Written for Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers https://rochellewisoff.com/2020/03/18/20-march-2020/

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Before I insert my contribution, I want to put a smile to at least one person’s face when I say I had to look at the calendar because I couldn’t believe it is already Friday! Oops, it’s not! Phew!

I couldn’t believe I missed it! One quick trip to the restroom turned into a nightmare and on top of it all, I didn’t get to see the end of the play! That’s what I get, I guess. Eating Indian Cuisine before an on-stage production may not have been the best idea, but who knew? If only that other woman hadn’t clogged the toilet. I could have run in, done my business and left, but instead I had to sit in my stall, quietly, controlling my bowels, while the custodial crew came in to fix her toilet. My bad timing.  

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