Pillow Talk

100WCGU – Week#172  This week’s prompt: …the howling dog, the moon and the creaking boards made for …  

Okay, I’ll confess. This little story is over the 100-word mark. I couldn’t help it, I had too much fun writing this one. I hope you’ll enjoy it nonetheless.



“Ouch! Jeez Peg, watch where you step.”

“Sorry, I can’t see shit.”

Dressed from head to toe in black, the only thing I could see were the whites of my sister’s eyes.

Like inexperienced Ninja’s we sprinted from behind the garden bushes and ran. Peg’s heavy breathing bounced across the dark lawn, like an angry wind.

Pressed against the house, I whirled to face my two co-conspirators. “Jesus, Peg, you’d wake the dead.”

Her snippy whisper came back at me. “Sorry, we can’t all be yoga queens.”

Polly patted her jacket. “Relax, that’s why we brought the pillows.”

Like three overweight cat burglars, we eased the back door open. The howling dog, the moon, and the creaking boards made for a lousy backdrop of courage as we pulled the pillows from underneath our jackets and went in search of our retired and unsuspecting husbands.

Own it, Sweetheart

New 100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups: Week 171 prompt: … I can’t decide when to change…

Ericka sighed, “I hate clothing rules.”

“What are you talking about?” Gretchen said.

“You know, the no white after Day Labor rule. I can’t decide when to change out my clothes. I mean it’s still hot as Hell outside.” She moved to hide a white dress behind her winter wools.

“Wait!” Gretchen jumped up grabbing the dress. “Ericka, this is gorgeous, can I borrow it for Saturday?”IMG_1554

“It’s October, you wouldn’t dare.”

“Oh, but I would, ”she said. Mama always told me, “Gretchen, don’t’ ever just walk into a room, make an entrance. And, no matter what you’re wearing, own it, sweetheart, own it.”

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