Sheila’s Stories

Magic Fertilizer

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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

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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

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 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.Photo Courtesy of Google images

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.

Dinner on Demand

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Sybil placed the dinner plates on the table and prepared his coffee the way he liked it, with a shot of bourbon.

 The king of the house, as he called himself, demanded a three-course meal, on the table at six sharp, bourbon coffee, and total silence for the first hour.

 She mixed the crushed tablets into his potatoes, covered them in gravy, and stirred an extra helping into his coffee.

 She helped him to the sofa when he complained, tidied the kitchen, washed the dishes, and waited.

When daylight returned the king was dead, Sybil free and the silence, golden.

100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups – Week#172  prompt this week:  …when the daylight returned the king was dead…