The older she got
OPINIONS meant less and less
She turned a deaf ear
Except to those who knew that
MONEY talks and bullshit walks
©2019 Annette Rochelle Aben
It took a moment
For the truth to DAWN on her
She was finally safe
She had not WASTED her time
She was just finding her strength
©2019 Annette Rochelle Aben
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Charli Mills challenged us to use strawberries and mint in this week’s 99 word Flash Fiction stories. FOLLOW her and join the literary community she has cultivated at the http://www.carrotranch.com
He jumped off the swing and snapped a spearmint leaf off a nearby bush. It chewed like grass, sliding between his teeth but the flavor was refreshing and cool.
Flopping down on the ragged webbing of the chaise lounge. he fell into a light dreamy summer sleep.
“Mitch! Mitch! Wake up and pick those strawberries for me,”
It took a moment for him to remember the original purpose for going outside was to get the berries for his mother. As he plucked each plump piece of juicy fruit, he put one in the bowl and one in his mouth.
This week, Charli Mills challenged us to consider a world without ice. 99 words, no more, no less. Check out her Carrot Ranch blog and if you can’t join in the fun this week, you can when you are ready! Carrot Ranch Literary Community
A world without ice, how could that happen? What would cats do, with no rodents to chase? And think of everyone stressing out because they’d have to nail it the first time, because they can’t repeat anything.
We’d have nothing to toss at weddings AND Chinese food would be pretty darn boring.
Some might like it, because they could just be mean and never have to change.
Where fewer words normally worked, you’d have to say, “How much does that cost?”
With all the sage wisdom I have accumulated over the years; a world without ice, would be, cold.
©2019 Annette Rochelle Aben
My response to the Carrot Ranch call for entries for 99 word Flash Fiction pieces about a tree. Thank you, Charli Mills, for this fun challenge. Join in the fun at:
The local radio station announced they were reviving a time-honored tradition for the holidays. The Carol Tree would “dance” to the music and all were invited to gather around to witness the jolly sight.
She had never heard of such a thing but needed to be there. It did not disappoint! Bright colored strings of holiday lights were blinking in time to the rock and roll oldies pumped through the speakers at the base of the stately pine tree. Oh, so much fun and it was difficult to know who had a better time, the people or the tree.
©2019 Annette Rochelle Aben
My response to Charli Mills’ challenge of writing a 99 word Flash Fiction story about growing older… FOLLOW her and join in on the fun, whenever the mood strikes you. https://carrotranch.com
Fifty years ago, I remember sitting in the comfy chair of the beautician, covered in a plastic drape that caught the hair she cut off my head. Because it was impolite to stare, I’d have to be satisfied with the occasional glimpse of the soft, faint bluish white hair of the little old ladies who sat in the other chairs.
“So pretty.”
These days, my faint bluish white hair is of no interest to anyone else in the salon. And I find myself, still stealing glimpses of the young ones around me with their bright, bold colors.
“So pretty.”
