Processing Time…

Laying in the water, she closed her eyes against the blinding sun. Just floating, listening to the water, clearing her mind. In the distance she could hear other sounds, children laughing, seagulls squawking but for now she ignored them all. She just needed five minutes to herself. Five minutes of alone time.

No-one could predict when they would hear bad news, or how they would react when they received it. With children, you don’t allow yourself time to process it, their needs must be met first, your anger, your pain, your processing comes later. Her five minutes were now.



Written in Response to:

July 18, 2022, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about floating. Who is floating, where, and in what? Is the floating real or felt internally? Whatever floats your boat, go where the prompt leads!

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Ordinary

My husband was ordinary.

He was quiet, smart and kind. He gave his heart to all that he did.  Not many knew the real him, but those that were lucky enough to, know what a good guy he was.

My husband was ordinary.

He signed up for the military at a young age. He felt it was the right thing to do. He formed friendships and comradeship like many will never know.

My husband was ordinary.

He married, bought a house, and became a devoted father. He woke in the morning, walked the dog and got the paper. He gave the kids bath-time and then allowed them to curl up on his knees whilst he told them one last bedtime story.

My husband was extraordinary.

One time he never came home and the void he left will never, ever be filled.


How important it is for us to recognize and celebrate our heroes and sheroes

Originally written in response to WQW:19 – Remember and Honor Those Who Sacrificed Their Lives for Freedom.

Wishes

Lena made her wish as she tossed her coin in but there was no splash.

“There’s no splash!”

“What?” her sister, already unimpressed by the detour responded.

“Well’s gone dry.” Lena’s voice wobbled. “Do you think my wish will still come true?”

Her big sister looked into her watery, pleading eyes.

“Depends what you wished for I suppose?”

“If I tell you, it won’t come true… but it was something for us both,” Lena said with a smile.

“Well, then I definitely think it will come true.”

The girls linked arms and left the well to do its magic.


The Most Fantastic Magical Things Can Happen, And It All Starts With A Wish!

Originally written in response to:

May 23, 2022, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story using the phrase “well’s gone dry.” Is it a real well or a metaphorical well? Why is it dry? What is the consequence and to whom? Go where the prompt leads!

Submit by May 28, 2022 to https://carrotranch.com/2022/05/23/may-23-story-challenge-in-99-words/