Looks Like a Princess to Me

This was a draft from an old prompt. Don’t remember why I didn’t get around to posting this, but here it is. Enjoy.

Panicked, the man ran from rack to rack.
“Can I help you, Sir?” The clerk asked.
“I only looked away for a minute.”
“You’ve lost something?”
The man frantically wiped aside clothes on the nearby racks, looking underneath one. “Jackson!”
The clerk’s hands fluttered against her chest. “Oh my; shall I call security?”
“Jackson, I swear to God, when I get my hands on you.”
“I’m sure he’s close by, but threatening him won’t make him come out of hiding,” the clerk said, in a strained, high voice.
“Him?”
A look of confusion crossed the clerk’s face. “You said, Jackson. Aren’t we looking for a boy?”
The man rolled his eyes. “It’s a gender neutral name,” he said, moving to the next rack. “Haven’t you heard the latest, gender terms are offensive.”
“Offensive?” The clerk moved with him, scanning the area for a wandering child. “To whom?”
“Not to me,” he said, stopping abruptly, “It’s a family name.” A smile spread across his face. The clerk followed his gaze.
The child stood on the dressing stage in front of a large mirror. Tiny hands clutched her frilly pink dress, and dark brown curls bounced with each twirl.images
“She looks like a princess to me; all girl,” he said.

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A Record of Fond Memories

Daily Post Prompt: Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt – Record.

What an interesting word.  It’s a word we’ve heard a lot of lately and refers to a number of different things- a list of accomplishments, an account of specific occurrences, sports, safety, dental, medical, court, or criminal records.

However, when I saw this word, I thought of only one thing – a record. That thin, black, plastic disc which carried within its fine lines, the songs of my youth.

I can still remember going to the five and dime store, buying the latest hit single, racing home, and nearly wearing the thing out on mom’s prized stereo.

We were all in love with Elvis! CD‘s are convenient and more durable. But, there’s nothing like slipping a brand new vinyl record from its paper cover, placing it on the turntable, and dancing the afternoon with my sisters. Fond memories of a simpler time.

What about you? Remember vinyl records? Who was your favorite singer?

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Best Laid Plans

add-headin-2100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups! The Prompt: ….why does the world fight back when….

Sun streaked across Nicole’s face, and her eyes popped open like a marionette’s. The new suit and heels, she couldn’t afford, mocked her from across the room. Shit! Her first interview in more than a year and she’d overslept.

Shit, Shit, shit! Why does the world fight back when you’re doing your damnedest? She twisted her long locks into a chignon, swiped mascara across thick lashes, threw on the suit, grabbed her purse, and ran for the door.

Three minutes to spare! Nicole sprang from the cab, let out a yelp, and stared in disbelief as her bare feet sank into the snow. Well, hell’s bells.

Words: 106 

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Will You leave the Important Things Unfinished?

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I’m not a fan of surprises, but life has a way of jumping out from behind the curtain like a room full of people at a birthday party and scaring you half to death. At unexpected or traumatic times we think about the things lying unfinished in our lives; whether it’s business, unfinished manuscripts or expressions of love.

Currently, I’m working on a short story collection (coming out soon, I hope), two novels, and a memoir. I haven’t pushed to get these completed. Like many people, I believe I’ll have plenty of time to get things done. But, time is elusive and slips through our fingers like sand in an hourglass.

I don’t expect to rock the literary world with the stories and novels on my computer. I simply want to leave a tiny fragment of myself to those I leave behind and a small reminder to the world that “I was here.”

Many great writers left behind unfinished manuscripts. John Steinbeck, Truman Capote, C.S. Lewis, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Mark Twain, and Charles Dickens to name a few. You can read more about these authors and their unfinished works, here.

The only thing we have in our control is what we do this moment, this hour, this day. I’m trying to get my words out and pray when I leave this earth not only will my manuscripts be finished, but more importantly, my loved ones will know they were loved, appreciated, and my inspiration to write – those are the words that shall not be left unsaid or unfinished.

What about you? Do you have unfinished business?

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Manuscript Panic

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