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They soared skywards

Today’s short  story is my response to the challenge set by Maddy, over at Writing Bubble, to write a 100 word story following my recent microfiction posts. Here you go Maddy, hope you enjoy!

They soared skywards
Levilia’s wings were starting to burn. It was excruciating, but her attention was on her ashen-faced sister. “Jen…” she soothed, “it’s not the end of the world.”
Perjennimama’s lips tightened. “Well, technically Lev, it is.”
“It doesn’t have to be… Not for everyone.”
“You can’t mean…?” The younger fairy shook her head.  She knew they didn’t really have a choice.
“No. No… We can’t take Lumpy!”
“Don’t call me that, I’m not a baby anymore.” Lumpadina flew towards them. “We don’t have long.” Slowly, she reached for her sisters’ hands. “I’m ready. Really.”
Together, they soared skyward, toward the seven suns.

Image credit: Regina Lee

Image credit: Regina Lee

The mystery of the missing door

This week’s blog post is especially for Miriam Drori, who challenged me to write a 100 word story for her title:

The Mystery of the Missing Door

Deanne woke with a start and sniffed the air. Something had changed. She opened her eyes to find the TV’s stand-by light staring back at her, unblinking. She didn’t remember watching TV yesterday. Pushing the covers aside, she made her way downstairs to pick up her daily package. It wasn’t there but her door had returned. Above it, in the familiar scrawl that had frightened her all those years ago, it now said ‘You are free to leave.’ She stared, reached out for the door handle but shrank back. They had redefined her freedom.

'Door Handle' by phanlop88 at freedigitalphotos.net

Image source: freedigitalphotos.net

 

100WCGU #76 – It’s not you…

Another 100WCGU entry. This week’s prompt was …beneath the surface…

It’s not you…
‘It’s just… Well, we’re different aren’t we?’ Kayleigh shifted in her seat, as if that would make the conversation any easier.
‘But I thought…? We said..?’ Aiden’s face turned pink.
‘Sorry, I… I just don’t think we’re right for each other.’ Kayleigh looked down.
‘Ok…Well… thanks for telling me in person, anyway. I… I’d better go…’ Beneath the surface, his emotions fought for space. His chest tight, he walked away quickly, fighting the desire to look back one last time. As he turned the corner, the overflow reached his eyes.

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100WCGU #73 – The piano’s notes

I’m back! It’s been too long  since I did a 100WCGU entry but this week I was inspired by the 100WC entries and decided to give the same prompt a go myself.

The prompt this week was The notes from the piano. Here’s my effort (below):

The piano’s notes
The notes from the piano had become more aggressive. They started off sympathetic; ‘ Sadie, I know you miss Steve, I do too… Perhaps we can support each other?’ But lately they were downright threatening. After a particularly nasty note, I decided to confront it.

It looked the same, innocent and inanimate. I lifted the lid and started to play. Nothing. When I stood up, the piece Steve had been working on fell into my lap. The piano played and the music overwhelmed me. Each note made me start to believe I could one day be whole again. It was the first time I cried.

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100WCGU – Week #61: Another headache

Another headache
I woke with another headache, backache and a raging thirst. Something didn’t feel right. Not at all. As I sat up a disembodied voice spoke. ‘Good morning Nadia.’ Where was I? ‘You must be thirsty. Have a drink.’  I drank the water on my nightstand (but was it my nightstand..?) and immediately felt better.  I could hear crying coming from somewhere nearby. A baby..? Instinctively I started to move towards it but as I reached the door music started to play and I had a sudden urge to lie down and sleep. I would investigate the crying later. Perhaps tomorrow.

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