short story

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!

short story

Time to Get Up!

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Taking his job seriously, Daddy was always up at 5 a.m. and almost as early on the weekends, making sure he and the household was up and on time for events of the day.

A fine Saturday morning, I was in a deep slumber, when Daddy came knocking on my door. “Time to get up, you are going to be late for school!”

Rubbing my eyes and jumping from the bed, it took me a moment or two to realize it was Saturday and no school.

Daddy laughed and laughed and then announced that breakfast was ready.

You couldn’t argue this, Daddy was on time and he made the best breakfasts I have ever tasted, so there’s that and I soon forgot his joke, until I told it many times since.

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Daddy and I a few years before the breakfast incident.
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short story

Scrubs

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An Acrostic

Signing on for yet another long shift.
Caring for the beating hearts and bruised souls.
Reassuring patients and their loving supporters.
Utilizing every resource for excellent care.
Bearing burdens when tears fall.
Staying diligent to care for the needs of others.

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Grateful for all those who put on their scrubs and take care of others. Such devotion is to be honored and I hope I did some justice with this Six Sentence Story with Denise consistently scrubs up yet another wonderful word prompt of SCRUB – As I often do, I decided to do mine as an acrostic.
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Short Fiction

Happy Story

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Howie and Margi grew up in the same neighborhood, both in big houses with big families, rather large nests, you might say, full of fun and simply full of life.

It was no surprise when Howie and Margi married and built their own little nest right in the same town where they grew up.

Before long, the two lovebirds decided to start a family and their nest grew and grew and grew.

Happy to be together as one big family, the children, Mary, Karen, Debbie, and Chuck were content with their lives and none were in a hurry to leave their nest.

One by one, each of the children became adults and went on with their lives and built their own kinds of nests, varied, but all with the spirit of happiness and hope.

Howie and Margi now have their own little nest with just the two of them and they are content that they built a great nest for all their family and look forward to an empty nest, once again.

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Senior Health, short story

Migration

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Migration is happening with my body, aging as it is, it’s heading Southward in the fat                          zone.
Onward into the bellies, upper and lower, buttocks, thighs, hips, legs, you get the picture.
Voluminous, it feels as water weight joins the adipose tissues, further weighing down                          my  lower extremities.
Inching tight jeans slowly over my thighs, gripping the waist to come together and zip                        snuggly over the belly.
Negating the inevitable, I understand there is one way to resolve the issues.
Gratitude wins as I come to realize that not everybody gets the chance to have such                               challenges with life.

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So, there’s my Six Sentence Story. Would you like to join? Go to this LiNK! Every week Denise posts a word prompt for us to write to and this week’s word was MIGRATION.