Prompts

Who Will Speak For Them?

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100WCGU – Week#175  …but shall we close the borders…

images-4This week, Julia has given us a prompt that may  provoke  thought or even stir the caldron of  controversy.  I hope my story makes you think, especially about the victims.  ~~~~~

“To forget the dead would be akin to killing them a second time.” Elie Wiesel 

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Jason reached for his wife. The bed was cold and empty. He hurried down the stairs, sniffing the air for the coffee Sarah would have waiting. No coffee? He shivered. “Honey?”

He stepped into the dark kitchen and reality grabbed him around the throat. Shaking, he sank into a chair. How could dinner turn into such terror?

He didn’t want to watch news coverage of the attacks, but he needed to.

His anger grew as he listened to the reporter defend and lecture … but, shall we close the borders?

Where was the outrage, compassion, and sympathy for the victims?

Who would speak for them?

“I will, Sarah,” he said, his anger turning to tears. “I will.”

 

 

 

 

 

The Fiery Hero

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fire-orange-emergency-burning-medium100WCGU: This week’s Prompt # 173:   …as the flames leapt skyward…

Ten minutes after Kyle arrived at his dream job, the alarm sounded.

“Hey rookie, you’re gonna need this.” The Chief Officer tossed him his helmet.

“Thanks,” Kyle said, climbing in beside him.

“Flip the switch, kid.” Kyle’s heart thundered against his chest as the siren blared to life.

The Chief raced toward the destination as dispatch gave the coordinates.

“Any souls inside?” The chief asked the dispatcher.

“First responder says one.”

Kyle’s breath caught. Dammit, It was supposed to be abandoned. He stared as the flames leapt skyward. Collateral damage, the price you paid sometimes to become a hero.

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Death’s Fortune Teller

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palm-160x160Julia’s Place: 100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups – Week#170 “but she saw”

“Come in, Lovely.”

Madame Esmeralda motioned to the round table in the center of the dark, candlelit room. Sadie didn’t believe in mystics, but the blinking neon lights pulled her like a spider to the fly.

The bejeweled woman reached across the table. Sadie’s hand felt like death in the Madame’s warm hands, her touch light, and soothing. She closed her eyes. The room’s temperature dropped to a chill.

Sadie opened her eyes to deafening silence, but she saw the truth of her fortune and her sin reflected in the dark, penetrating eyes of the Madame.

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Daddy’s First Day of School

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100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups – Week#165  –…  the alarm went off at 6am…

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Sam slapped blindly at the annoying sound, silencing it. Just a few more minutes, please. The sun fell across his face and he jolted upright. The clock flashed 8:00 am. “Shit, shit, shit.”

Two little faces stood at the foot of his bed. “You’re not supposed to say shif,” his youngest said.

He rubbed his eyes, “Daddy didn’t mean to say it.”

“You said it fwee times.”

Why didn’t he get up when the alarm went off at 6 am?

“Did we mth school?” his daughter asked.

“No,” he said, ruffling their hair,  “just making a grand entrance.”