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Lost Memories

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100 Word Challenge

 100 Word Challenge for grown ups – Week #159. The prompt this week:    …I need to remember…

The young woman  leaned in, “I’m so happy to meet you Mrs. Ridge,” she said, wrapping her soft, elegant hands around mine.

A light, floral scent followed her every move, reminding me of someone.  Anxiety niggled at the back of my mind. I  searched her lovely face for a hint. “My pleasure dear.”  …I need to remember.  “What was your name, again?”

She pulled her chair closer. “Most my friends call me Taffy.”

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“How cute, nickname?”

“Yeah, since high school.”

“Did I know your mother?”

“Yes, very well,” she said, voice cracking. “Shall I tell you about her?”

 

 

 

Distracted

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Five Sentence Fiction – This week’s word: TRUST

A  smile played across Paula’s lips as she stirred the soup, her mind on another place. Fred’s muscular arms encircled her waist, “Smells good Honey,” he said, nibbling her ear. Heat coursed through her waking memories of a stolen afternoon, giving way to a stifled moan.

“I tried to call at lunch, where were you?”

She eased from his grip, “Sorry, guess I got distracted,” she said, avoiding his eyes.

 

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Envy

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Five Sentence Fiction – 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.

This week’s word:

ENVY

She clutched the gift tighter than she meant to, took a deep breath and entered the room.

 “Sarah I’m so glad you are here; come meet your God-daughter, Elizabeth.”

 She swallowed the lump in her throat, leaned over hugged her best friend and grasp the tiny hand, the words from her doctor drowning out her friends proud words of motherhood.

“I’m sorry Sarah you will never have children,” he’d said. Tears clouded her vision as she lifted the precious bundle, pressing her face into the seductive baby smell.

She glanced at her smiling, proud friend, mother of three, swallowed the rising bile, and choked out the words, “She’s beautiful, thank you for thinking of me.”

My Undoing

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100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups # 151

The prompt for this week: …as I rose in the dark…

My eyes fluttered open to an unfamiliar room. The cool touch of silk sheets lay across my naked body. I turned to look at my companion. His hair tousled in sleep with lashes long and dark as his hair, lay facing me.

 My heart skipped. Memories of his touch awakened the desire to touch his lips and trace the smile that had been my undoing.

 As I rose in the dark to dress, I noticed the white line on his ring finger, picked up my purse, and let myself out.