A Grand Departure

April 28, 2015October 21, 2016 / Sheila McIntrye Good, Author / 10 Comments

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Melvin picked up the printout, “What are you doing,” he said, waving the paper in my face.

“Trying to plan so things will be easier for you and the kids.”

“You want a band to play shag music? He said, his scowl deepening into a look of disbelief, “Have you lost your mind?”

I grinned, “I may not have been very memorable in life, but when I leave this earth, I promise you, my departure will bring more smiles than tears and it will be memorable.”

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Magic Fertilizer

April 21, 2015October 21, 2016 / Sheila McIntrye Good, Author / 6 Comments

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100 word Challenge for Grown Ups – Week#149 : This Week’s Prompt: April

April, when the world turned a luscious green and blooms burst forth celebrating new beginnings, was Mattie’s favorite time of year. Of particular joy were her prized azaleas lining the back corner of her lot.

“What are you using for fertilizer?” Her nosy neighbor Gertrude asked.

“Whatever Lowe’s recommends, and an extra pinch of magic,” Maggie said, tamping down a patch of loose soil.

“Magic, smagic, whatever you’re feeding them, it’s working. Bet Ben’s proud,” she said, watching Mattie carefully.

“No doubt. If I wasn’t the one doing all the work, he’d take credit for every bloom,” she said, laughing.

Lines of Hope

April 21, 2015October 21, 2016 / Sheila McIntrye Good, Author / 4 Comments

Five Sentence Fiction – Changes

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Sybil didn’t know whether she believed in this stuff or not as she walked through the beaded and taking the seat across from the gypsy woman. She squirmed under the scrutiny of the woman’s stare; did she really want to know?

Bracelets jangled as the woman stretched her hand, palm up across the table, motioning Sybil to relinquish her own. The woman ran a jeweled finger across each line in her hand, studying each with an intensity that unnerved Sybil before speaking.

“The things you seek are not to be, but do not be disheartened, change is coming and with it a new beginning worthy of the wait you’ve endured,” she said offering Sybil her first smile and a ray of hope.

The Hunt for Treasured Memories

April 11, 2015October 21, 2016 / Sheila McIntrye Good, Author / Leave a comment

Five Sentence Fiction is about packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist. This week’s word:
HUNT

Fred found Carol in the basement with her head buried in their old wedding trunk and her tail in the air shining, in all its glory, from underneath her cotton nightgown.

“What in tarn nations are you doing down here at three in the morning?” He asked, enjoying a view he hadn’t seen in a long time, “Can’t it wait until tomorrow?”

“Looking for something and no, it can’t wait,” she said, sending more items over the side to the dusty floor.

Fred moved closer, his eyes widening as Carol squealed, “Found it.”

She held out the tantalizing red nightgown Fred hadn’t seen in 30 years and grinned, awakening in him a renewed vigor, memories, and hopeful promises.