Short Fiction

Claiming the Heart

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Old Time School Room

First Meeting – Claiming the Heart

Barton claimed Belinda in his heart the first time he set eyes on her at elementary school, when she came to class, all of nine years old, the new girl in the camp, just a few doors down from his home.

While some boys teased her just for being new, Barton just watched her move, ever so gracefully, as she sat at her desk, ready to pay attention to the teacher.

Studious, she was, and Barton was hoping he would get a chance to talk to her without sounding as behind as he was with his studies.

He had reasons, and she would figure that out eventually, but he didn’t care so much about that as he did about getting a chance to impress this beautiful red-haired girl with braids and freckles bouncing off her cheeks when she smiled.

Noticing that reading made Belinda smile, he opened his reader and with one eye on her he attempted to learn the words.

Sensing the feeling of heat on the back of her neck, Belinda looked around and spotted Barton looking at her, smiling; She nodded, and he nodded back, red faced but ever so pleased that she did not grimace.

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There you go! This is my Six Sentence Story for this week. To join in go to this LINK

Blog Hop Rules:
Write 6 sentences. No more. No less.
Use this week’s prompt word:  CLAIM
Read everyone’s story, comment, share and have fun!

 

Short Fiction

Home is Where the Heart is Planted

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Planting a kiss on her moistly, beaded forehead, he sleepily, quietly stole to the door, ever so careful not to wake his bride.

Love has no words for the feelings for his wife and her feelings for him, as expressive as the day is long without the need to speak as much as show.
As she stirred in the morning light, she realized she had fallen so deeply and he had already gone to his early shift, always thinking of her and her need for rest.

Nestling back in the bed and reaching for his pillow, she breathed in his aroma of the sweet lavender she always put in his bath. Reaching for her swollen belly, she held her hand over her navel and whispered, “Sweet baby, soon you will know this man, the one who took root in my soul, the one who you will call daddy, for your love will be that strong, I just know as I feel it growing each day when you hear his voice.”

Taking her soft robe and wrapping the ties, she takes to the cold floor, welcome to her warmth, and does the thing she does each day, focusing on taking care of her home for the three souls who take up residence, well four, really because of Clement the hound, they are all planted, invested in the home’s hearth.

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There you have it! This is my (sorry I’m late) 6 Sentence Story for the week.

I did an acrostic this time using the word “Plant” from the prompt.

If you would like to participate as well as read other’s contributions, just go to the

Six Sentence Story Link

Short Fiction, short story

Hope in the Darkness

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Blackened by layers of coal dust, his face barely recognizable by silver anniversaried wife, Barton staggered out of the mine, clenching tightly to the line as if his life depended on it, as it was, indeed, his lifeline.

Rushing to his side, Belinda took her beloved’s arm and led him to their truck, pushing away others who wanted to know more, Belinda took one long glare at the impending group, “Thank you, but I’ve got this.” Pulling away, the crowd moved on to the next miner as Belinda drove her husband home.

Exhausted from his experience, Barton bathed, fulfilled his appetite, took his wife by her hand to lay beside him and they drifted off to a deep sleep. Shaking in the night, Barton sat upright in their bed, eyes wide open and shouted, “There is an end to this trial,” and fell back to sleep.

“Indeed,” Belinda whispered, “And it’s the end that we hoped for, to have you home, once again.”

 

 

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Well, there you have it. This is Six Sentence Story time and you can go to this link to check it out:

Six Sentence Story Link Up

Rules of the hop:
Write 6 Sentences. No more. No less.
Use the current week’s prompt word.
Link the URL to your post via the blue “Click here to enter” button below .
Spread the word and put in a good one to your fellow writers 🙂

PROMPT WORD:  FACE

Short Fiction

There’s Something to Be Said for Attitude

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It was time for vaccinations to prevent severe illness or even death. Excited when he heard it was vaccination time, Chris put his favorite technological toys in his carry all bag and loaded up the car.

“It’s vaccination day,” Chris excitedly announced. His mother gave him a surprised look, before getting in the van and driving him to the clinic. Chris had a shocked expression as he sat, watching the nurse prepare the long, thin needle, soon to enter his arm. Smiling, he exclaimed, “Oh I get it, we have to get shots so we don’t get sick on vacation.”

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There you have it! That’s the Six Sentence Story! Want to try your hand at it? Got to this LINK and jump in!

Rules of the hop:
Write 6 Sentences. No more. No less.
Use the current week’s prompt word.
Link the URL to your post via the blue “Click here to enter” button below .
Spread the word and put in a good one to your fellow writers 🙂

PROMPT WORD:  VACATION

Short Fiction, short story

Growing Pains

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“Mom, he’s just so, so, uhm, dynamic,” Marci pleaded.

“I don’t care about how much of a dynamo he is, he’s asking you to go to the homecoming dance and I don’t want him breaking my daughter’s heart.”

“I don’t know why you are so worried about that, mom, he’s not going to hurt me; Why would you think that?”

“Look at how you are, Marci; You have the most laid-back personality that people walk over you, they ignore you and who’s to say he won’t find that easy, as well?”

“But mom, he likes me, I don’t think he will ignore me; After all, he did ask me to the dance.”

“Well, he may have asked you to the dance, but I’m concerned about my daughter, but you will have to go and find out, I suppose; I just hope he will be true to your heart.”

There you have it! This is in response to the Six Sentence Story Prompt: Dynamic

Perhaps you would like to participate. Just go to Girlie on the Edge’s Blog and give it a try!