Flash Fiction
sharing this rather than doing my project
All the prompts are from the amazing Fiction Dealer
Itch - 90mg
which really does say where I’m at today!
Too often I stop myself getting the relief that scratching you would make.
All it needs is to get those words out of my head and on the page,
get chapters planned, an agent sort, a publishing deal confirmed.
Yet I waste my life drinking coffee with friends, checking Facebook, reading books, etc.
I know until it's gone I won't be able to fully focus on anything else
Whilst the itch niggles away just out of reach.
If only I could stop procrastinating and just scratch that itch.
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Here’s one I’m quite proud of as it is just one sentence
Counting - 80mg
I'm not counting, she mumbled as she picked up his underwear dumping it in the wash basket; as she retrieved the remote from the sofa; as she felt the disappointment that he'd taken the last of the bread to work; as she fell over his slippers languishing in the hall; as she wiped the beard hairs from the sink; as she carefully packed her clothes in her suitcase and arranged it with her boxes in the boot of her car.
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Investments - 100mg
She gave birth to them. She nurtured them. She helped them learn to walk and talk, taught them to read and write and do arithmetic. She gave them a love of nature and of books. She clothed them, fed them, gave them space to grow. She took them to football, Scouts, Brownies, swimming and much more. She gave them parties as each year progressed. She enjoyed the early years and endured the teenage times, was proud of the adults they became.
Now she cherishes her empty nest with her investments living far away as they nurture investments of their own.
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Soul - 80mg
[for my furbaby]
On the couch curled tightly like a furry apricot comma you snore unrhythmically blessing me as you do. Even though your days of scampering up mountains and playing ball continuously on the beach are no more you still hold my heart and soul in those deep liquid brown eyes of yours.
Soon I'll wake you and we'll slowly circumnavigate the park and catch up with our friends, then potter home so you can curl and snore contentedly at my feet.
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That was all I managed this week because I am working on my project
These posts are free but you are welcome to Buy Me A Coffee or similar
‘Counting’ … excellent.