The Proposal

Photo by Vidya Sury

       If she loves me, she will meet me.  If she doesn’t…well then, my heart will be broken but I will know.    I waited beside the log pacing, a bundle of nerves, rehearsing what I would say, with a diamond ring burning a hole in my pocket.  I loved her.  I wanted her to be my forever.  A twig broke and I whirled around, my heart swelling with love.  She was here, really here!  We smiled at each other as I took her hand into my own.  I presented the ring, knelt on one knee, and proposed.   Tears streaming, she accepted.

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Interview with an Author

        Thanks to required schooling, anyone can sit down and write a story.  What makes an author extraordinary is their ability to draw a reader in, pluck at their heart strings, and engross them in such a way that they literally become an active spectator of the story cheering the characters on.  

         Upon careful reflection, I realize my favorite authors, JK Rowling  and JRR Tolkien,  were able to create a whole new world that is not only believable but in the minds of their reader’s realistic.   I would love to ask them how the magical worlds they created came to be.

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A New Life

         She wished she knew then what she knew now.  Things would have gone down a lot differently.   She had never played the lottery and had never won anything in her life.  That is why when she bought the lottery ticket on a whim and gave it to her daughter for safekeeping she quickly forgot about it. 

  
       When the winning numbers were revealed, Dawn realized she had won millions!  Intent to have it all, she checked her ailing mother into a nursing home’s Alzheimer’s unit.  Escaping to Europe where her new identity awaited,  Dawn and the money disappeared without a trace.

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The Truth

   
      The pains were coming faster now.  She lay on her bed panting, tears pouring down her cheeks. Why hadn’t she confided in anyone before now?    She had been careful to wear baggy clothes to hide her secret.  She had explained away the morning sickness to the flu.  If anyone had suspected, no one had said a word. 

       After the physician at the clinic had confirmed her worst fears, she had never gone back.   She screamed in terror.   Her father raced in, shocked to discover his 14 year old daughter giving birth.  She realized she could no longer hide the truth.

This 100 word story was written for the Write Tribe 100 Words on Saturday writing prompt "She realized she could no longer hide the truth."

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The Greatest Love of All

     When I was little, I thrived in the radiance of my parents love and acceptance.  It was all I knew. 

      I went to school searching for even more love.  Instead of acceptance, I found ridicule: too short, four eyes, awkward, and shy.   I withdrew.    I struggled to accept love from anyone but my parents.

      Sad and broken, my soul mate found me loving me as I was.  Children arrived.  I lost myself  along the way.  Like a butterfly bursting from its chrysalis, I emerged.  In the end, I discovered the greatest love of all was inside me all along.

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The Lucky One

           He told everyone who had asked that he was in a relationship so they would back off.  He had even casually told her.   He talked to her every chance he got.  Women always threw themselves at him which irked the hell out of him.  Not her though, she was different. She had shot him a “well good for you” look when he bragged about his girlfriend as if she couldn’t care less which only made him want her more.  One day he would grow the balls needed to tell her she was the lucky one who had stolen his heart.

Written for the Write Tribe 100 Words on Saturday Writing Prompt.

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Freeing My Mind about Valentine’s Day

  

   Valentine’s Day for me holds very special memories.  It was the day my husband proposed and I said yes.  That very first Valentine’s Day I spent with my husband he presented me with a sparkly heart shaped diamond solitaire ring.  

      This year, 17 years later, he surprised me with a matching heart shaped emerald ring and necklace that glimmers when they catch the light.   Busy assembling Valentine goody bags for my son’s second grade class, surprising the kids with fluffy stuffed animals and candy, and filling the weekend watching lots of great movies together.  

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How Do I Tell Her About You?

   Glancing at the patient file, I strolled into the room.  “Hello, I am Dr. Matthews. How can I help you today?” Our eyes met.  I felt instant recognition.  “I desperately wanted to meet you.  You’re my father.”  

          My breath caught, my stomach rushed to my throat.   “You are mistaken.” I quickly contradicted.   “No.  I am Anna’s daughter and...yours.”  Anna.  As if looking in a mirror I recognized my eyes, my nose, and Anna’s sweet smile.  Memories rushed back from that long ago summer.  Joy transformed to panic as I remembered my wife.  How do I tell her about you?

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She Had the Last Laugh

       Working late again? She didn’t believe it.  He was cheating on her… again! She grabbed her keys and headed toward his office downtown.  Along the way, she saw him wrapped around a leggy blond in front of a popular bar. 

       Instantly enraged she swerved in front of traffic and jumped the curb barely missing them.  Jumping from the car, she rushed up and exploded.  “Working late again, are you?  I see you are working hard to get her dress off you slime bag!”  Fed up with his behavior, she pointed the gun at his crotch and fired. No more cheating!

This is a fictional story which I wrote for the Write Tribe's 100 Words on Saturday writing prompt.

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The Rhythm of the Marketplace

     The marketplace was bustling today.  I had a monstrous list of things I wanted.  My little boy looks forward to market days with so much to see and do!  Still after traipsing through the stalls and waiting in endless lines, he becomes restless.  

     While waiting at the bakers he became fascinated with the metal wastebasket reserved for the wrappings that accompany the samples.  He stood drumming happily on the lid a musical rhythm to the amusement of those surrounding us.   With him occupied, I busied myself filling my basket and purchasing an assortment of fresh-baked breads for the upcoming week.

This is a fictional tale in response to the picture prompt for the  Write Tribe 100 Words on Saturday writing prompt.  A special thank you to Vidya Sury for providing the picture for today's prompt.

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