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

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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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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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The Gift of Another Day

December 16, 2015October 21, 2016 / Sheila McIntrye Good, Author / 26 Comments

Millie stood at the window and stared into the early morning mist. This was her favorite time of the day when the quiet awakening of the world enveloped her like a soft blanket of hope.

She smiled as the sun began its rise over the distant hills. As if from the hand of God, prism like tentacles of light stretched through her window and brushed her cheek.

Renewed in spirit and strength, she ran a hand over her bald head, felt the first hint of new growth, and said a prayer of thanks for another day.