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“That’s enough leaves to cover the grave. I don’t think there will be anyone out looking for her anyway.”

“I reckon you’re right. She was a miserable old woman, but I wish we hadn’t come out here looking for jobs. It was an accident, Harry. Are you sure we need to bury her out here and not report it?”

Harry ignored his friend and kept digging. A small town with plenty of gossips? What did Mike think would happen? No one was going to believe she fell on that shovel. . .backwards. She was disliked and no one would be sad at her demise. Widowed, rich, refusing to reopen the only business in town after her husband passed, who would? The two men tried not to feel guilty, as their thoughts turned to the general knowledge she kept money stashed in the house.

Mike was also aware of the town’s plight, but couldn’t help having second thoughts about the accident. They didn’t mean to scare the old lady. They had dropped by to see if she needed any work done for quick cash. She didn’t hear them approach, was startled and fell back on the shovel.

That’s their story.

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The skyscrapers towered reflective against the ruddy clouds.  It was the same view she saw everyday when she left work, but today the reddish clouds caught her eye. The blood moon a few nights before she also interpreted as a sign. “Well then, I guess today’s the day”, she reasoned to herself.

It had been a difficult time, these past months, losing the few people she really cared about. Marie’s job was the usual mundane work, no new editing jobs that excited her. In fact, reading manuscripts these last weeks seemed a bore. Life for Marie was not an exciting one in the first place, but her friends kept her occupied with activities outside of work.

The car accident was the turning point, losing her best friends while she remained unharmed. The police report said it was not her fault, and maybe it wasn’t, but Marie was driving. She glanced up at the clouds again, and made her final decision.

Marie walked into the tallest building next to her office. It had an observation deck she used to enjoy. A few minutes later and she peacefully viewed the clouds as she silently fell.

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“Afternoon tea I presume”, as she brought in the tray dressed in her resplendent blue satin, my favorite. “What a delight on a cloudy day”, I mused, knowing full well she was flirting again. She glided across the room and sat opposite me, flawlessly drifting into her chair, simultaneously placing the tea tray on the table. I had no idea how these feats of grace were accomplished. I never attended the charm schools she was privy to, nor did I want to.

My life was more of the athletic persuasion, similar, but in different ways. I was a superb horsewoman. No doubt that was part of her attraction towards me; complete opposites except for our ability to control our bodies in motion.

This afternoon I had once again accepted her invitation, but this visit, I needed to make myself clear. “I love your selection of teas, dear Charlotte, but I regret having to say I prefer the Earl Grey variety”. I knew the point was made as a perfect rosy pout appeared on her lips.

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I can feel it

Sympathize

Sometimes I’m so deep into it

I forget myself

My own problems

Suppose that is a good thing

But empathy can break your heart

If you let it go too far

Whereas sympathy

Keeps your head above water

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“In other words” he said, you’re screwed. This was the elegant reply he received after the doctor read his health history. A college assignment requiring a health and genealogy report was the culprit. Agonizing facts of even long passed relatives painted the picture of a doomed heritage, now finally researched and presented to the doctor in charge of the class. “But look at it this way. At least this way you know what carcinogens to avoid. And, good luck with that”.

The American Cancer Society:

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Feb. 3/18

My brain is fuddled

And I’m puzzled

Hardly been nuzzled

By the president’s guzzle

It’s been a struggle

Tweets are a jumble

He tends to bumble

And needs a muzzle.

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Why nuns wear black and white? Maybe it’s the notion most of us have about nuns, no middle ground–everything is white or black, good or bad, even white or black hats? I’m just speculating, for I’ve only known one nun in my life.

I met Carol as a lawyer when needing advice with paperwork after my husband died. She also tutored my grandchildren in math, sewing, quilting and knitting.

When we met, an instant friendship blossomed with whirlwinds of conversation where I learned she was kind, intelligent, funny, generous, and been a nun! Then we moved. I miss her.

February 1: Flash Fiction Challenge

Venus has niches

Famous sculpture of beauty

Nicks made unique

An artist’s presentation

The idea of a woman

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I’m here. You probably don’t see me, but I’m here, right under the surface of this stream. Well, most of me. Unlike real frogs, I can’t breathe underwater. Yes, I’m a frog. Deal with it. And yes, it was a curse, and yes, my own fault.

Sit a minute and I’ll tell you of my enchantment. People use that word as if it’s something wonderful, a great dream come true. That’s bull hockey! You see me? See what I look like? All slimy, green with a horrid skin condition? You think that’s enchantment? And these feet? My god, I know they’re good for jumping, but just try finding a pair of shoes that fit! I digress.

It was an ordinary afternoon in my life, about twenty years ago, when it happened. It was the usual, king wants his son to marry a certain princess so the kingdoms would be allies, the every day life of a monarchy. Of course I was the king’s son, due to marry this absolute dolt of a girl from the next kingdom. What? You know this story? Well just sit there and listen.

It was on this day the king, my father, decided to hold a ball celebrating my engagement to this neighbor girl. Of course she was a princess, but as the prince, I knew I was too good for her, besides I wanted to make my own choice. I stormed out and rode off into the forest. It was then it happened.

I was riding and decided to stop and rest by this very stream. Yes, twenty years ago, I was here, sitting right where you are now. As I rested I thought I heard a voice. It was low and croaky. I was intrigued, so I listened carefully. It was a frog telling a story of a trick played on him. I was so interested I leaned in to hear him better, just like you are now. Suddenly I fell in the stream, and when I looked, I saw my reflection in the water. I was a frog! I couldn’t believe it!

(Splash!)

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Btw, he was a standup comic at one point. Once you stop laughing, you realize she is right

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