Short Fiction

Claiming the Heart

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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, 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

When Crystals Melt

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Looking out the crystal covered window, Maizie moved to the fireplace and added what was left of the split logs, wondering where the next would come from. As the house began to warm, she placed the pot over the fire and warmed yesterdays leftover oatmeal, adding a little more water to make it stretch. Chopping up the apples from this year’s harvest, she placed them in the bowls for her family. As each child started waking, stirring slowly, wrapped in tattered quilts, threaded by many mends over many years, Maizie held her arms open and welcome each one to warm them with her love. After each child took their places at the table, they looked to their mother and bowed together. “Dear Lord, it is with whole hearts and welcoming souls that we are most grateful for our many blessings,” And then the door opened, he had returned from his hunt and they would soon know no hunger.

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This is in response to the Six Sentence Story prompt: Crystal

Would you like to join in? Go to this LINK and check it out!

 

poetry, Short Fiction

Briefly Speaking

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Briefly Speaking

Carrying his father’s worn, leather briefcase, Henry walked into the bar, “Set me up Jock, I need relief,” and off Jock went to fetch Henry’s favorite, on the rocks, and placed a napkin and the drink in front of the sad-looking gentleman, Jock knew all too well, as a regular in the bar, Henry divulged many secrets to his bartender and they were kept well in Jock’s memory bank, although there had been brief moments when he wrote them down, just in case Henry needed to retrieve something in his gray matter, that’s what friends are for, to keep things safe for when you need them and, well, so much more, Jock was that kind of friend, Henry knew this and depended on Jock’s wisdom from time to time, longing for answers to questions left in the dust of Henry’s life, even more nagging at his soul, so that’s why he needed scotch and Jock and the bar and bar mates and his dad’s briefcase, that was where he kept the secrets that only he could share, when he shared them, so that’s what Jock helped him with – keeping secrets – Jock being such a good friend and all.

Jock wrote a story
it was called secrets I know
it was very brief

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Wednesday Poetry Prompt from Robert Lee Brewer’s Poetic Asides

For today’s prompt, write a brief poem. Sure, the poem itself can be brief (in the sense that it’s very concise). But the poem could be about a brief event. Or it could feature a briefcase or involve a media briefing. As always, take it wherever you wish!

Short Fiction, short story

Framed – Six Sentence Story

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Framed

First she painted the picture of her beloved’s beautiful gift, a pitcher vase from his Aunt Beatrice’s estate, framing the picture and sending it to the governor.

Rich in ornate styling, she buffed the vase to a sheen and placed it on the library table for everyone to see.

As the guests came into the parlor, they saw the vase in all glory, filled with roses and daisies.

Mastering the art of floral arrangements, she won first prize in the Blooming Beauties for the first time.

Empty of the floral arrangement, lasting a mere moment in the light of day, the governing force confiscated the vase.

Denying any involvement, she pleads her innocence for the theft of the priceless vase, once in the governor’s mansion, part of the collection spanning many years past.

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There you have it! That’s my 6 Sentence Story for this week. Want to take a stab at it? Go to this LINK

Rules of the hop:
Write 6 Sentences. No more. No less.
Use the current week’s prompt word.
Come back here on Thursday, link your post…
Spread the word and put in a good one to your fellow writers 🙂

PROMPT WORD: FRAME