“This has got to stop. You know this has to stop! I’ve been waiting for you for an hour.”
I stood as close to him as I could. “I’m sorry, it’s just that they look so lonely.”
He held me close, kissed my hair. “Yeah, I know, but they’re not your responsibility. And to be completely honest, you look like a lunatic standing there talking to them through the fence every day.”
I opened my mouth to respond just as I heard a meow from the cat carrier I’d hidden on my way in.
“No, you didn’t!”
“I had to!”
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Saturday Night Reader is hosting a 50-word flash fiction competition. Deadline September 18 at midnight. The story with the most likes or +1s will be published in the winter edition magazine, so go and participate—or at least vote.
Here’s my contribution:
I tipped the turquoise powder out of the mortar and into the batter. Then I added more cocoa. I had no idea how Bromethalin tasted but figured cocoa would conceal the flavour just long enough.
“Are you making me cupcakes?”
“Yes,” I said and smiled to my husband’s spoiled brat.
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Today’s prompt from The Daily Post is about Hand-me-downs.
Clothes and toys, recipes and jokes, advice and prejudice: we all have to handle all sorts of hand-me-downs every day. Tell us about some of the meaningful hand-me-downs in your life.
I was staring at my sister. Normally I’d refer to her as my evil stepsister—mostly because she was cruel, and I sincerely wished we weren’t related. “What?”
“I think I’ve outgrown him, little brother. It’s time he becomes a hand-me-down.” My breath caught. There was nothing I’d rather have than her boyfriend, but I didn’t dare hope she meant it, much less that Joel actually would want to be with me.
“Are you serious?”
She glared. “Of course I’m serious! He’s been begging me to give him away for a while now. It’s getting tedious.”
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