A Wavy Introduction

May 28, 2016October 21, 2016 / Sheila McIntrye Good, Author / 24 Comments

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

“No politics.”

Shelby glanced at her fiancé. “You seriously didn’t just tell me what I could discuss with your parents.”

“No… well, sorta … I mean… it’s the first time meeting them. I don’t want any waves.”

“So, you expect me to play dumb?”

“No-o-o, forget I said anything.”

“I’ll use my best Southern manners. Your parents will love me.”

He smiled weakly and knocked.

She whispered, “Like my button?” I’m a proud gun-toting Member of NRA.

“Holy shit!” He grabbed her coat. His mom opened the door.

“Donald! “ Is that any way to treat a lady?”

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Birds of Prey

May 8, 2016October 21, 2016 / Sheila McIntrye Good, Author / 16 Comments

Rochelle Wisoff Fields Friday Fictioneers

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

“Mommy, I’m scared. Where’s Kyle?” Her pouty lips trembled.

Her mother squeezed her daughter’s hand. “I don’t know.”

Kyle’s little sister sniffled. “I tried to find him, honest.”

“I know you did, sweetheart.”

“He’s better at hide-n-seek than I am.” Tears rolled down the child’s cheeks. “I want to go home.”

“Me too.” The woman knelt beside her daughter and pointed. “See all the birds?”

“Uh-huh.”

“They can see for miles.” Her breath caught – a bird of prey circled nearby.

The child’s eyes widened. “Are they looking for Kyle too?”

Kyle’s mother uttered a silent prayer for her son. “Maybe.”

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Letting Go

April 3, 2016October 21, 2016 / Sheila McIntrye Good, Author / 23 Comments

Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for another Friday Fictioneers Prompt.

Looking out the window, all I saw were tall buildings and people. My heart fluttered with fear. I wanted to pack her up and take her home. This sprawling metropolis overwhelmed this small town mom. A person could get lost here.

Her excitement vibrated off the walls of the room. Where she saw adventure, I saw reruns of Dateline and posters of missing loved ones. These were her dreams. The fear all mine.

I wrapped my arms around my daughter. It was time to let go. “I’m so proud of you. You’re gonna love it here.”

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Higher Ground

March 17, 2016October 21, 2016 / Sheila McIntrye Good, Author / 33 Comments

Words: 97

Matilda took the pills and sat her cup aside. She gripped the sink’s edge to steady the relentless tremors.

Gazing out the window, she watched the ripples turn to rapids. Unprecedented flooding, forecasters warned, move to higher ground.

She’d lived by that river her entire married life made memories here.

Matilda, her gait unsteady, ambled to Fred’s recliner and dropped exhausted into the chair. Warning banners ran across the silent TV screen.

She closed her eyes against the sound of rushing water and pressed Fred’s picture to her chest. Hold on honey; I’m moving to higher ground.

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