Response – JSW Prompt 12-5-2021

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Hammock Time.

“Scooch over.”

“Is there enough room?”

“It’s a double hammock. There is plenty of room.”

“All right,” while scooching, “but if you dump me out you’ll pay.”

Chris settled down on the hammock, one arm wrapped around her shoulders. “See I told you there was room.”

“Just don’t bobble or we’ll hit the ground.”

“I don’t bobble, thank you.”

She curled up against his side, snuggling in for warmth and comfort.

“Isn’t this the best?”

“Indeed it is the best,” he answered, closing his eyes to feel the sun on his face and the soft curves of her against his side.

“I feel a little decadent, though,” she went on. “Lazing around in a hammock mid-day.”

“What better time?”

“Spoken like a true I-don’t-have-to-be-a-worker.”

“Hey, don’t knock it. If you weren’t so stubborn, you wouldn’t have to work either.”

She pouted. “I like to pay my own way.”

“It shouldn’t matter.”

‘It does matter. I don’t need you to pay my bills.”

“I don’t mind paying them.”

“I know, but they are my bills not yours.”

“When I take you, I take your bills, too.”

“No, you don’t.” She curled her legs over his, tucking her toes in-between his.

He shifted, kissing her forehead through her bangs. “I’ll just take you on a fantastic vacation, just us two.”

“That sounds wonderful,” she giggled with a sigh. “I get some time off after the first of the year.”

This time he sighed. “Ah, the restrictions of the working life.”

“You’ll live, I promise.”

“Maybe,” he agreed, “but it’s hard.”

“Poor baby.”

“I know.”

She laughed. “You are so spoiled.”

“But you love me anyway.” He dripped one foot over the edge of the hammock, pushing them gently back and forth.

Rolling to her elbow, she looked down at him. “I do, Christin Allen Crenshaw. I do.” She kissed him lightly on the lips. “Even with all your faults.”

He chuckled. “My faults are why you love me.”

“Well, maybe not,” she settled back on her side, head on his bicep. “But close enough.”

Sighed again as the October sun poured down on them. “Close enough.”

Response – JSW Prompt 11-27-2021

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“I know! Isn’t it horrible!”

“Well, not so devastating as all that.”

“You don’t understand.”

“Apparently not.”

“Throw them out!”

“They really aren’t that bad,” I said. “If you just scrape off…”

“THROW THEM OUT!”

“All right, all right. Throwing them out as we speak.” I scraped the cupcakes off the plate into the trash. “So what are we going to do for dessert?”

“Why are you asking me that?”

“Ah…. just a question.”

“It’s not just a question. I tried my best to make a dessert, but I failed.”

“You didn’t fail. The cupcakes just got a little burnt.”

“Failure!”

“Ah for crying out loud…..”

“Don’t try to make me feel better. I know what you think.”

“I highly doubt you know what I think,” I said.

“As if.”

“What does that mean?”

“Don’t pretend not to understand.”

“I don’t have to pretend. I have no clue what that means.”

“Sniff. You think you could do better.”

“I think no such thing. Why don’t you just start again and…”

“Failure! Never! I’ll never make cupcakes again.”

“Crying out loud.”

“No, never.” She stomped out the door and up the steps.

I stood there for a moment. If I made the cupcakes, she’d never forgive me. If I didn’t make the cupcakes, she’d never forgive me. I was so screwed. Grabbing my keys, I headed out the door. Might as well make the most of the night before the hurricane.

Response – JSW Prompt 11-21-2021

The JSW Challenge is open to anybody who wishes to participate. Using the writing prompt, write a flash fiction no longer than 300 words and post it to your page. The Challenge starts on Monday and runs through Sunday each week. Please remember to link your story back to this post so everyone can read your entry.

He stood by the window, staring out over the bare bushes beyond, blinking images from his vision like one two three. Stuffing the turkey. Running his hand underneath the skin with the feel of the skin brushing over his knuckles. The tick tick tick of the ceiling fan overhead.

“Have you decided what you are going to do?”

The voice broke his concentration and he turned, looking over at the Doctor. “That depends.”

“On what?”

On what? Oh, the answers to that question. “On what the family is doing.”

“Diedre did say she hoped you would come home for Thanksgiving.”

“I know.”

“Then are you planning to go home?”

“It’s better than being homeless.”

“True. I’m sure she’ll be glad to see you.”

Would she be glad to see him? After all that had happened between them? He wasn’t sure, but he suspected she wouldn’t be as happy as she’d pretended. He wouldn’t say that to the Doctor because the Doctor was an optimist and felt better when things went as planned. His plans.

“We’ll expect you back on Sunday.”

“Ah huh.”

“Are you ready?”

Was he ever? “Yes.”

The Doctor rose. “Well, then, I hope you have a good weekend.”

“Thank you, Doctor,” he said, pulling on his coat. The bus ticket was in the pocket. Without any more words, he walked out of the Doctor’s office and to the door of the ward, waiting while it was unlocked, and then outside. One two three.

He found himself staring at the hospital sign and then he walked away. Skin brushing across his knuckles. Stuffing the turkey. Tick. tick. tick.

Response – JSW Prompt 11-7-2022

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“I don’t think this is a good idea.”

“It’s the only chance we’ve got.”

With that, I grabbed his hand and we jumped into the darkness.

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We didn’t fall far, hitting the ground and rolling down the hillside like children, bumping and tumbling over the rocky ground. We both came to a stop about half-way down, lying sprawled out across the prickly grasses.

“That hurt.”

“Don’t be a baby.” Sitting up, I looked around in the darkness before shifting to my knees.

“Do you think they will find us?”

“Not if we run,” I replied, rising to my feet and pulling him up. “Come on, we don’t have time to lay around.”

He rose with a groan, rubbing various parts of his body as he did so. “Can’t we just walk for a time?”

“No,” I said and grabbed his hand, pulling him to a run.

We ran until we could run no further. He collapsed beside me as I stood, regaining my breath.

“Is it much further?”

“Just a little ways.”

“How much is a little ways?”

“Not far,” I shot back, “Let’s go.” I pulled him up again and we walked on through the night.


It was morning before they found us, surrounding us with their massive horses, weapons drawn, breath frosting the air around us.

Silent except for the jangle of harness and the stomping of hooves. One of the men pulled Adrian up before him.

“Let me go,” Adrian cried, struggling in vain. No one answered him, just dropping him behind the saddle.

Another man pulled me up before him, settling me roughly before the saddle. I jerked my arm away, clamping my fingers in the horses’ thick mane. There was no use in speaking; the King’s Guards were mute.


And here the characters stopped talking so I’ll leave you with these little snippets and move on to the next one tomorrow.

JSW Prompt 11-7-2021

The JSW Challenge is open to anybody who wishes to participate. Using the writing prompt, write a flash fiction no longer than 300 words and post it to your page. The Challenge starts on Monday and runs through Sunday each week. Please remember to link your story back to this post so everyone can read your entry.

“I don’t think this is a good idea.”

“It’s the only chance we’ve got.”

With that, I grabbed his hand and we jumped into the darkness.

JSW Prompt 2-7-2022

The JSW Challenge is open to anybody who wishes to participate. Using the writing prompt, write a flash fiction no longer than 300 words and post it to your page. The Challenge starts on Monday and runs through Sunday each week. Please remember to link your story back to this post so everyone can read your entry.

Prompt-

“This isn’t about you. Not everything is about you.”