Short Fiction

Blue Blanket

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Blue Blanket
Red-rimmed eyes, tear-streaked cheeks, cotton mouthed, she sat on her sofa, in her spot, as she snapped open the plastic container. A familiar fragrance teased her nostrils as she gasped and then allowed the scent to overtake her senses. Staring at the blanket through blurred vision, it was soft country blue colored, with fringed edges. Knowing this blanket was her sister’s favorite, she needed to keep this treasure.

Cozying in to the familiar soft comfort of her spot on the sofa, she gathered her yarn and hook. Excitement tickled her soul as she pondered the joy her sister would feel when she saw and touched her new blanket. While it was not her taste, her sister loved blues and mauves. Selecting the soft toned, country blue was easy. This would be a gift for her sister’s 21st birthday and she wanted to give something to her sister to treasure all of her life. As was her habit, she pondered positive thoughts as she hooked the yarn. Believing that keeping good thoughts would only make for many good things, she was certain that this blanket would bring much comfort and joy.

Holding the well-loved blanket to her face, breathing in the scent, closing her eyes, memories flooded her. Feeling the softness as she grazed the blanket with her fingertips, she came across a raised, rough patch. Looking closely, there was a stain, much in the shade of red, as in nail polish. This would have been from her niece. She loved the blanket and was likely wrapped in it while she painted her nails.

Working each row, creating the design, allowing for both durability and beauty, she counted and watched as the blanket unfolded into a work of art. Her old cat would keep her lap extra warm as he crawled underneath the workings. He was old and not so likely to bat the yarn as he did in his younger years. A bit of him would go along with the blanket, as it would be very difficult to pick out his golden fur.

Even after all these years, there were gold flecks in the blanket. Oh Kitty, she thought, you now can rest with my sister and her other pet children. Tell her to keep a warm spot for me, one day. She stroked the gold and closed her eyes, remembering the comfort he brought to her in all of his days. Dozing to a nappy sleep, she woke to nothing more or less than the changes of life. And peace. Peace in knowing that those before have no more pain and peace in knowing that those left behind can best bring comfort to each other. It’s the circle.

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Ten Things of Thankful – August 9

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 It’s time for sharing 10 Things of Thankful AKA TTOT!! Let’s get this party started!!

1. My birthday! Yup! I made it to the big 6-5!! It has been a lovely birthday week with lots of well wishes, yumms and loves. Thank you to all who were so sweet to remember me.

2. My tribe! Well, I should say my tribe who also become my family’s tribe, too. One of the tribe members has been helping my daughter with a sort of Marie Kondo kind of thing. It’s great to see the transition!

3. Six Sentence Story – This is still in my heart rhythm and is there to stay! Here’s this weeks contribution: FARE THEE WELL

4. Poetry Challenges – I’ve been participating in a Haiki/Senryu Challenge and here’s this weeks contribution: FROZEN It helps me to develop more with Haiku as it’s one of those forms I started with from an early age, thanks to my 6th grade teacher.

5. Signs Group – I have been participating in a slow writing group called Signs and it’s helping me to do free writing and develop some ideas for longer works. It’s a very supportive, intimate group and I am grateful for the alliance.

6. Goals – I am grateful to have goals as they help me stay focused and also have a sense of accomplishment. It can be so easy to get bogged down and when you see a goal being met, it’s a wonderful feeling. I have a goal due by the end of the month and it has been dancing around it while keeping my eye on it as well. What is it about goals that gets us sidetracked? Some say it’s fear of success or fear of failure. Who knows? I’m planning to meet that goal, after all, since I posted it, I have to meet it, right?

7. Life – In light of the tragic news in just the past week, I and millions of people have been facing the reality of the impact of violence and the underlying issues in this life. Holding those close to us, staying in the moment, is so very important as, it’s not news, but it is news, that we have this time, this second and let’s hold close to the values we have and live life to the fullest.

8. Health – poundage is still sliding off and clothes are too! OOPS!

9. Toni Morrison – R.I.P.

10. You – Whoever is reading this, whether you are browsing or commenting, thank you for stopping by. If you got to this #10 – then you must be very dedicated! Thank YOU!

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Escape Is In the Finding – Six Sentence Story

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Escape Is In the Finding

Every day is a survival from the prior day or even the millisecond before each new moment.

Survival is not always of the fittest.

Caring for one another is essential to making each day better over all.

Ask anybody who has had to go it alone about how it feels to not have another soul.

Placing our feet on somebody else’s path for just a moment helps our own path.

Escaping from the singular mind to the knowledge that we are all interdependent can make all the difference in the world.

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That’s my 6 Sentence Story for this week! It’s sort of acrostic. How about you? Would you like to join?
This weeks information:

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: ESCAPE

To join you need to go here to this LINK

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6 Sentence Story – Process for Love

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Process For Love

It’s a process, this thing called love, I can tell you 100% this to be true, from when I first looked in your eyes, listened to your words, watched the way you talked as much as I listened, there was something about you, no mere cup of coffee was enough for this meeting, but a whole meal accompanied with a feast of words and time gone too fast.

After meeting #1, we had to wait, due to a trip you had planned and we were way too new to plan anything together, a meal perhaps, but not a trip, so you went on your trip, but we talked and sent texts and counted the moments until we would see each other again and then we did.

Supposedly a cookout with mutual friends, but it turned into the two of us and that was just how it was meant to be, as we sat on the patio and had grilled burgers and my dish, which you devoured, yes, the heart and the stomach have a connection, so they say and then we sat together and watched a movie and spent more time getting to know each other, and it was for real, the best time for my heart to know there was something going on.

From that time on, we spent hours at a time, working on projects, swimming, going to supper, having dinners at one of our houses and falling in love, one day at a time, so they say, my heart knew it and leapt into my mouth when I was the first to speak those three words, and I was just surprised at myself how they rolled out so organically and that was that and how it was supposed to be and you said those words back to me, that’s how it’s supposed to be, doncha know?

Catching the water in flow and coolness, July 3 it was when we sat on the steps of the pool and became we from that moment on, you know, exclusively, so they say and we agreed it was the way it was meant to be and from then on it has been a moment to remember, forever being in this moment repeated day to day and year to year.

Captured by the doubts of the world, forlorn by the hearts past broken, the past crept into the present and tried to flood our minds, but we had to swim past those sharks, find our way to the other side and help our selves and each other to get there and we did and now we have each other in the swimmingly part of life when the golden age comes forth to grace our hair and bodies, but it’s all good in this life of wonder and for one thing I know for sure and for certain is that today’s tomorrow is only the next step to forever.

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There you have it! That’s my Six Sentence Story for this week! Want to join in?
Go to this LINK and give it a try!

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 🙂

This weeks word is PROCESS