Short Fiction

Cause for Change

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As the table was set up beautifully with candles and the waiter brought appetizers, Cassidy was shifting feet under the table, to the point where the tablecloth was shaking in their lap. Looking in Pat’s eyes, Cassidy nervously leaned forward, taking Pat’s hand and started to ask the most important question, box in pocket with the other hand surrounding the silky cover. At this point, a text popped up on Pat’s phone and they stopped looking at Cassidy and checked their phone. Cassidy placed their hand on their lap and silently watched as Pat returned a few texts. Cassidy went to the jewelry store to exchange their gift for something more appropriate for Pat.

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There you go! This is my Six Sentence Story for the prompt word “Exchange”
Perhaps you would like to check out the stories and participate with one of your own.

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True Hearts are Never Absent

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Absent

Alone was how she felt, regardless of his presence.
Betrayal felt strong as his eyes averted to the screens.
Somebody else seemed to occupy his focus more.
Every time she looked his way, his eyes were glistening.
Not understanding, she started looking for other signs.
Time ran out when she saw them thinking they were alone.

Trust

Absent from the days and nights
Although she saw his distant gaze
Nothing more to realize

And when she saw him, she would sigh
It seemed he would be gone for days
Absent from the days and nights

Even though he’d be in sight
His distance made him seem away
Nothing more to realize

As he’d bother not with lies
It was clear no more dismay
Absent from the days and nights

When she saw him hold her tight
He was bound to walk away
Nothing more to realize

He looked at her and said goodbye
When he left her on that day
Absent from the days and nights
Nothing more to realize

Assuming

As she slept peacefully, he admired her, happy she was all in.
Believing in them, he could not wait to say: I do.
Selecting her gift, he wanted something of memorium.
Enlisting the aid of his work mate, she knew what to do.
Not spoiling the surprise, discreetly, he met her at a bar.
Taking the gift for his wife, giving a hug, he went home.

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I did a triple focus on the same theme for the Six Sentence Story challenge.

The first is an acrostic of the word “Absent”

The second is a villanelle using “Absent” and the first time I have written in this form.

The last is an acrostic of “Absent” and if you look closely, there is another message vertically given at the end of each line. It’s not really a double acrostic, but just another play with words.

I was going for the effect of the last acrostic pulling the conclusion together.

Thank you to Denise for continuing to challenge us.

You can go to this LINK to learn more and perhaps participate.

 

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Clearly Stricken

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Peacefully taking in the carefully calculated morsels, pondering about the next moment when she would see his beautiful eyes, blue as the tone of her hands, she knew that it was just a matter of time before he would ask her to be his bride.

Ordinarily, she would not have eaten as much as she did, but the anticipation of a life with her love encouraged her interest in healthy eating and this meant that she would eat some morsels of chicken and an undressed salad; gagging on these morsels, she sighed and drank some water.

Usually her meals would consist of chicken broth and ice water, maybe an herb tea if her stomach rumbled, if she could feel this, a rare occurrence these days.

Noon time, the phone rang, and it was him; sitting in anticipation she twirled her beads and smiled, grinning, in fact, anticipating this would be the time he would ask her to meet for a special dinner date.

Disappointed, she learned that he had plans to be out of town for an extended period, then he let her know that it may, in fact, be several weeks before he came to town, then he said one more thing.

Selecting the best of choice meats, she carefully wrapped the precious cut in butcher paper and placed it in the freezer; this will be the one for him when he returns, she whispered to herself; placing her cup of iced water and chicken broth before her she began to sup, knowing she would have yet another difficult night of sleep.

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There you have it, this is my Six Sentence Story! Please go check this LINK for more stories which dedicated Denise provides each week. Perhaps you would like to join!

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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

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Stop, Don’t Stop

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Stop, Don’t Stop

What I meant to say was
to stop what you are doing
and give me a big smooch

What I meant to say was
come here, honey
I have a hug for you

What I meant to say was
your eyes are what make me
swoon

What I meant to say was
how much I love you
to the moon

That is what I meant to say
and I want it to start
again and again and again

Another chance
may not happen
if you don’t stop
and start again

It’s day #30 for National Poetry Month and I made it! Every day I posted a poem. Now, it’s time to focus on other projects, which includes more poetry, but some behind the scenes workings. TBA

Thanks so much to Robert Lee Brewer for his devotion to posting the prompts on
Poetic Asides.

Today’s prompt:
It’s time for our fifth (and final) Two for Tuesday prompt of the month! Pick one prompt or use both…your choice!

1. Write a stop poem.
2. Write a don’t stop poem.

I am in this book: