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The Death of Me

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100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups – Week#166. Prompt: … checking in proved to be…

A different take on this weeks prompt. Hope you enjoy.

A tap on the wall next to the curtain stirred me. “Mrs. Cole?” A moan escaped as I shut my eyes in protest to the bright light. “I’m sorry to disturb you,” she said, “Is this a bad time?”

A bad time? I moved my head back and forth, wincing with the effort.

She held a clipboard out to me. “I’m from the business office and need a few signatures for you insurance.”

Sucking on my oxygen mask, I reached for the pen making an illegible mark. Exhausted I closed my eyes… checking in proved to be the death of me.

Loves Appeal

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PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright Ted Strutz

 Rochelle Wishoff-Fields’ weekly 100 word challenge.

Ellen cringed as the door squealed in protest. “Come inside,” she said waving to Bill.

“Are you crazy? This place is ancient.”

“Stop being negative. This place is perfect. Look at the windows, the light, and space. My God, it’s like an open canvas.” She spun around like a schoolgirl. “Can’t you see it?”

“What I see is a money pit,” he said lifting the cord on the strange switch box. “Who wired this place, Mickey Mouse?” He shook his head, “But, I see the appeal.”

She squealed, clapping her hands. “Yes?

“A suckers born every minute,” he said, smiling.

Bedtime Battles

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Five Sentence Fiction –This week’s word: BEDTIME

What it’s all about: Five Sentence Fiction is about packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist. Each week I will post a one-word inspiration, then anyone wishing to participate will write a five sentence story based on the prompt word.

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“Mommy! I need some water.”

“Jeremy, you had water fifteen minutes ago; go to sleep.”

“Mommy! I’m scared, there’s something under my bed.”

“There is nothing under your bed; go to sleep.”

She lifted the covers, “Just this once,” she said, slipping under the

covers and pulling him close; “Tomorrow you go bed like a big boy.”

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A Woman Her Age

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100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups – Week#165 Prompt:   …the suitcase lay open…????????????????????

Betty picked at her cuticles and stared at the bed. The suitcase lay open waiting for her decision. Yes or No? Fred had been adamant. “No, you’re not going. A woman your age has no business traipsing off to Europe. “I won’t allow it.”

The bucket list she’d written years ago, placed Paris as number one. She wasn’t getting younger, it was now or never.

He won’t allow it?

Fuming, she stomped across the room, jerked open the dresser, grabbed a hand full of underwear, and threw them in the suitcase.

“He’ll get over it.”1502418_10100871375288944_5759219220947917244_o

I’d love to hear your comments. Let’s have a conversation. Talk to me. Tell me your story. And as always, you can follow me on Facebook at SheilaMGood, Pinterest, Bloglovin, Twitter@sheilagood, and Contently.