Apparently I’m dying. The rumor mill of mother’s (not mine this time) got to work and like a children’s game of telephone (Chinese whispers) my kidney cancer and drastic diet change morphed. By the time my ex-mother-in-law called her son … Continue reading
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Last time I made this trip I was flying away from him. Or was it towards the other one? Sam thought, wistfully staring through the airplane window. At 18, who can say? She pondered with a smile. Looking out she half expected to see a gargoyle perched atop the wing, matching her mood and the sky.
Who knew this is what it would take to force her to face her family.
“Please return your seats and trays to their upright position in preparation for landing.” Placing his hands lovingly around her, Craig gently held Sam’s urn tightly in his lap.
Word Count: 100
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I am trying to stay in the groove and keep writing. Of course now I need to add commenting and reading more entries to my TO DO. Honestly, check out Friday Fictioneers and join in the fun. I promise it quickly becomes addictive. Best vice you’ll ever have.
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Kate flew through the doorway. This was just like her, sensing when I most needed company. Without a word, Chinese take-out in one hand, she pulled me towards the kitchen.
“I just don’t think I can do it. How do I say goodbye?”
Pushing aside my blank attempts, placing mu shu before me, she coaxed “Eat! The words will come”
“I don’t have any”….she pulled out a pair of chopsticks and topped off my wine.
“But I’m a fork girl.”
“I know, Zan. It’s for Brett, just the way he likes it, with enough Sriracha to guarantee your eyes water.
Word Count: 100
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