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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?”
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Lost Memories
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entence 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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I Bit the Apple
I feel a little like Eve. I bit the Apple, tasted the forbidden fruit. Yep, my eyes opened, and I threw the inferior Windows out, well the window. Unfortunately, once you’ve taken a bite, there’s no turning back. Now, I’m ruined and so is, unfortunately, my Apple.
Seems one can screw up an Apple in a heartbeat while reading recipes, cooking, and imbibing in a taste or two, of wine. Apparently, Apples detest getting wet, even a tiny splatter. In fact, they throw a fit, opening the very application you never knew you had and will even attempt to send emails on your behalf. Unruly is an understatement. I lost all control.
After a trip to the Apple doctor, I was given good news and bad news. The bad, my Apple had succumbed. “The sauce did it,” the cute little technician said. I didn’t ask which sauce. My mind was already taking a pantry inventory, God let there be wine. He continued, “The good news is we can bring it back to life.”
I swallowed. “How much?”
“We’ll send it off, and a week to ten days, it will be like new. Only $800.00,” he said, smiling.
I blanched then my eye caught the gleam of the table to my left. Bright, new shiny Apples flashed on display, and I swear I heard a whisper, “Wanna bite?”
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