Jannae leaned back, fingers curved and lingering over the keyboard. There were so many characters in the file open on her laptop, both individual keystrokes and those that expanded in detail to sketch whole persons, places, and things. Continue reading
Stories
Calling Alexander
Today’s prompt for Just Jot It January is a doozy: Antipodean. It necessitated an internet search. Turns out it’s pretty perfect for the Monday we’re having in the U.S. Continue reading
Last Leg
© Ayr/Gray
To my knowledge, I’m the only one left, just one part of what was once a humming, spinning wholeness. Legend notes the root causes as bad manners and ill temper. Surely other things contributed? All my people were slaughtered, an entire kingdom stopped in its tracks!
But I get ahead of myself… Continue reading
She’s Got…Personalities
She slept in the closet, because the bedroom was full. Continue reading
A Calling
We’ve tried you in everything.
Classroom, baker’s, weaver’s guild, butcher’s, child-minders’…
Even the pigs don’t like you.
The goats just ignore you…they ate our father’s best shirt last week.
She just couldn’t pay attention. Something else called, and it wasn’t in their village. Continue reading
Worry-free Vacation
The challenge? Write a story in exactly 6 sentences based on Denise’s one word prompt: POOL. Visit, comment, and write & post your own on SIX SENTENCE STORIES. The Café is open. Come as you are!
Eyes closed, she tips her chin upward to catch the sun’s soothing caress; this-get-away-from-cruel-winter vacation had been a long time coming, precious personal leave hours hoarded and approved by her boss long in advance. Continue reading
Bells
© Ayr/Gray
Many thanks to Jenne Gray and C.E. Ayr for their photo prompt for THE UNICORN CHALLENGE (01/10/2025). No more than 250 words in length.
“I’m not so sure about this.” Maisie, hands in sweatshirt pockets, looked sidewise at Ted. “Why are we doing this again?”
“Because it’s what we’ve always done.” Ted’s hands were calloused from many years of woodworking, and his strong, blunt fingers rasped across his unshaven jaw. He’d gladly traded his family business’ corporate ID for the scent of fresh wood and aromatic finishers. But the family’s silent disapproval of his choice still smarted. Continue reading
Valley 