Pillow Talk

100WCGU – Week#172  This week’s prompt: …the howling dog, the moon and the creaking boards made for …  

Okay, I’ll confess. This little story is over the 100-word mark. I couldn’t help it, I had too much fun writing this one. I hope you’ll enjoy it nonetheless.

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“Ouch! Jeez Peg, watch where you step.”

“Sorry, I can’t see shit.”

Dressed from head to toe in black, the only thing I could see were the whites of my sister’s eyes.

Like inexperienced Ninja’s we sprinted from behind the garden bushes and ran. Peg’s heavy breathing bounced across the dark lawn, like an angry wind.

Pressed against the house, I whirled to face my two co-conspirators. “Jesus, Peg, you’d wake the dead.”

Her snippy whisper came back at me. “Sorry, we can’t all be yoga queens.”

Polly patted her jacket. “Relax, that’s why we brought the pillows.”

Like three overweight cat burglars, we eased the back door open. The howling dog, the moon, and the creaking boards made for a lousy backdrop of courage as we pulled the pillows from underneath our jackets and went in search of our retired and unsuspecting husbands.

Stories to Share for Your Reading Enjoyment

I love reading and I particularly like sharing a book or story with others. So, today’s post is a list of stories, I’ve enjoyed over the last few weeks. I hope you will take the time to check them out, as well as, the magazines and websites, in which, they were featured.

   Not From Here by Angela Mitchell


GLASS: Heat Sand to 1,700° by Maggie Veness

 

 : The Boss’s Daughter by Tabitha Peyton Wood

Every Day Fiction:     The Bench by Jennifer Knopp Leeper  and Food for Thought  by Jemma Marie Beggs

I hope you enjoyed these as much as I did and, please, leave a comment if possible. As writers, supporting each other is an avenue to success for all of us.

I’d love to hear your comments. Talk to me. Tell me your story. And as always, you can follow me on Facebook at SheilaMGood, PinterestBloglovinTwitter@sheilagood, and Contently.

Own it, Sweetheart

New 100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups: Week 171 prompt: … I can’t decide when to change…

Ericka sighed, “I hate clothing rules.”

“What are you talking about?” Gretchen said.

“You know, the no white after Day Labor rule. I can’t decide when to change out my clothes. I mean it’s still hot as Hell outside.” She moved to hide a white dress behind her winter wools.

“Wait!” Gretchen jumped up grabbing the dress. “Ericka, this is gorgeous, can I borrow it for Saturday?”IMG_1554

“It’s October, you wouldn’t dare.”

“Oh, but I would, ”she said. Mama always told me, “Gretchen, don’t’ ever just walk into a room, make an entrance. And, no matter what you’re wearing, own it, sweetheart, own it.”

I’d love to hear your comments. Talk to me. Tell me your story. And as always, you can follow me on Facebook at SheilaMGood, PinterestBloglovinTwitter@sheilagood, and Contently.

A Mother’s Love

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In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Must Not Fail.” What is the one thing at which you are the most afraid of failing?

No one aspires to failure. Everyone starts out with the hope of success. Yet, I don’t know anyone who hasn’t met failure head on, at least once. An inevitable part of life, failure, whether small or a life-changing experience, reveals  the stuff we’re made of. Do we see these failings as defeat or opportunities to try harder?

Who doesn’t look back and wish they’d done at least one thing differently? I’d give anything to have  the chance for a do-over, make different choices, or handled difficult situations, better. But, life does not offer us do-overs only the opportunities of today and tomorrow to get it right.

What is the one thing at which you are the most afraid of failing? Being the kind of mother where my children know, without a doubt, I love them unconditionally. I haven’t been the perfect mother by any means. I’ve made my share of mistakes but failing to convey my love to them, is not an option.

Whatever legacy or memories I leave behind let the warm arms of my love be the thing my children remember the most.