Puppy for Christmas! #amwriting

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Adulation #amwriting

I don’t think I’ve ever felt bad about one of my Friday Fictioneers stories before, but I guess I have about my last one. I didn’t go over it the 552 times that I usually do, which meant it had gaps. Continue reading

Sister #amwriting

Okay, I just have to say that a fox is screeching really scarily as I write this intro and upsetting Louie the loaner dog.

Thank you Friday Fictioneers for keeping me out of trouble.

louie

Nevertheless we carry on.

PHOTO PROMPT © What’s His Name

Sister

You are my sister.

My sister.

From my first memory to 21 I semi-trusted you. I respected you. I even thought, sometimes, I loved you although you were as disparate from me as a penguin and canary.

You tossed that in the toilet with the first man you met.

“Rachel? My little sister? No significance.”

Thanks.

I heard your words the other day repeated by your girlfriend, not your boyfriend.

It occurred before my book reading.

I shrugged, lit a cigarette, which I seldom do anymore.

Life is short.

A shot of bourbon.

Poetry reading.

My words rang true.

“I’m alone.”

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Sascha Darlington 12/4/2017

 

In the Way #amwriting

PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

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In The Way

Old Lady Henderson was the widow of a World War II hero.

Her house, with uneven pine floors, built in 1790, belonged to a famous Civil War historian.

Abraham Lincoln spent several evenings with the Custuses here strategizing possible outcomes.

The stone fireplace shows exquisite handiwork.

A tunnel leads to the nearby park, once a dense forest.

“Get rid of it,” says Morgan Baum.

Old Lady Henderson refuses to let it be torn down: so much historical value!

At the end of Morgan Baum’s day, the only thing left standing is an old stone fireplace and a tunnel.

“Commence construction.”

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Sascha Darlington 11/20/2017