Yvonne was sure the Billy’s family would never love her. She hadn’t come from old money or belonged to a country club and she didn’t like cornbread or sugar in her iced tea.
She was a perfectly nice girl from the Midwest with a good education, a great job and a love for Billy that would never quit. But she longed to be part of his family, not just that nice Yankee girl their son married…
Billy pulled her close for a kiss. “I’m sure they’ll come ’round. But it’s okay either way, darling, cause we’re our own family now.”
My theme this year is 100 word fiction. (So, no, don’t count this line.)
After the will was read, Olivia tearfully clutched her grandmother’s opal ring, a priceless remembrance from the woman she spent so much time with while growing up.
That night as Liv rubbed the stones to a warm luster, the top sprung open, revealing a compartment that held a single pill. She knew Grand-Me`re Bridgette met and married Grandpa Joe when he’d been an injured Air Corp pilot in France during WWII and she was his nurse. Her grandmother had loved to tell the story. But nurses wouldn’t need what looked for all the world like a hidden cyanide capsule. Right?
This year my theme is 100 word fiction. (So, no, don’t count this line)
Faelynn sobbed tiny sparkly fairy tears when she thought about being alone again. Sarah had grown up as humans do, but Faelynn was still a childlike sprite. Sarah’s family had sold their house and was moving away.
“Don’t cry,” Sarah begged Faelynn. “I have a surprise.” The little sprite waited anxiously inside her tiny house. A human girl child Faelynn didn’t know crouched down by the stone cottage, her big blue eyes wide with delight. “Faelynn, come meet Missy. She is moving into the big house with her parents and needs a friend.” Faelynn fluttered outside happily. “Thank you, Sarah!”
My theme this year is 100 word fiction. (So don’t count this line!) This is a continuation of F is for Friend, which you can find here.
Landon had just left for his 12-hour shift, so his call surprised Brittany. “What’s wrong?” she whispered, not wanting to wake the month-old twins. “Nothing, babe,” he assured her excitedly, asking if she could check Saturday’s lottery numbers online. “The ticket was in my coat pocket. I forgot about it until I saw the winner was sold at our Shell station.”
He read her the numbers on their ticket. “My, God, Lan, they’re there. Only one winner — $3.75 million!” She started laughing. “Come home! Can you tell them you don’t feel well?”
“I don’t,” he joked. “My heart’s pounding. We’re freakin’ millionaires!”
My theme this year is 100 word fiction. (So don’t count this line…)
The firefighters stood, covered in grime and sweat, watching as the abandoned old home burned to the ground. It would be tomorrow before they could sift through the now smoldering debris for anything worth saving.
One man turned, saw something moving and watched in amazement as a cat crept through charred rubble, then sat, delicately licking its paws.
“Here, kitty, kitty,” he called softly. The cat came close enough and Kevin scooped it up, stroking the soft soot-covered fur.
“What the hell?” he muttered, feeling a small key dangling from the cat’s collar. “Hey, guys, take a look at this!”
My theme this year is 100 word fiction. (So, no, don’t count this line!) This is a story I’d previously had on my blog, with some minor modifications. Sorry, but it’s getting harder to come up with new stuff everyday!!