Bethany grabbed her purse, the picture of her four children, and the small box of confetti containing her shredded, many-times rejected work.
Sticking her head in her boss’ office, she recoiled at the stink of gin, but chirped, “Today’s my last day! Here’s your grant proposal!” She winked as she dumped its contents into the air with a wide sweep of her arm, dropped the box, and jogged out of the building.
Car keys jingling, she thought, “Pick up ice-cream? No, it’ll be a family picnic on that abandoned mansion’s grounds!”
New job, new life. She’d missed her kids!
© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2022)
Carrot Ranch Prompt (05/09/22): In 99 words (no more, no less), write a mom selfie — a story that creates an image of a mom. No one mom looks alike or fits a maternal mold. Who is she? Go where the prompt leads!
I know a few moms that would love to do just as you described. Good for her.
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That family picnic sounds good.
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But oh! All the things they have — and will have — to get through to get there!
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That’s why the picnic sounds good. 🙂
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I love this! Bravo for writing the dream of most working mothers. ❤
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A triumph for hope and a better future!
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Fingers crossed!
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Not counting any chickens with you, Liz.😉
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Ah, the moment the chains are broken…
B e a u t i f u l !
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Delicious in every sense.
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😋
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A lovely bitter sweet story Liz
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Thanks, Ivor!
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You’re welcome Liz
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