Mutation

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28th August, 2015

Photo Prompt – ©Claire Fuller

PHOTO PROMPT - ©Claire Fuller

They led her to the Chamber. Head shaved, hands and feet bound in chains, eyes blank.

The Councillor read aloud.

You desist

You succumb

Your soul dies. A little.

And then some.

Your soul is fully dead

Mutant# 4789.  Is no more.

The crowd watched in silence as he administered the injection.

She remembered sandy beaches, seashells. Mangoes in summer. Mom’s gentle hand on her feverish forehead. Her best friend’s reassuring smiles.

Before darkness.

Before the nightmares.

Before he turned everything good, nice into dirty, ugly.

Before temptation.

She’d surrendered.

She simply stopped breathing.
Her eyes didn’t flicker.
Not once.

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Word Count: 100

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Unfinished Business

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10th July, 2015

Photo Prompt – ©Stephen Baum

PHOTO PROMPT © Stephen Baum

“Angie, it’s best that we don’t prolong his suffering,” said my brother gently.

A freak accident, and my Gerry lay in a deep coma, surrounded by strange tubes, hooked to monitors that beeped. The doctors said there was no ‘hope’, and it would be ‘practical’ to turn off life support.

I wouldn’t let them.

I need you. I am pregnant. You must come back. For me. For our baby.

I whispered to him. Every day. For six months.

Later, he said he remembered seeing a bright light. And hearing happy laughter.

I always knew it wasn’t his time to die.

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Word Count: 100

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That Warm Fuzzy Feeling

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5th June, 2015

Photo Prompt – © C. Hase

PHOTO PROMPT - © C. Hase

“Mommy, what’s that?” she asks, pointing at the rusty old anchor chain.

Should I give her the usual rational explanation?

I didn’t.

“Sweetheart, you know that warm fuzzy feeling when a puppy looks at you, a baby suddenly flashes a gummy smile, a horse trustingly lifts its hoof so you can remove that stone? The chain represents that feeling. It’s called Love. Timeless, eternal, yet strong enough to keep you anchored at all times.”

Her small hand links with mine, as we both turn and look at Love. Ruggedly beautiful against the backdrop of jagged rocks, rough seas, pristine sands.

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Word Count: 100

It’s my Birthday on 5th June.

As I look back on the last 43 years of my life, I know it’s love that has kept me anchored, no matter how stormy the seas.
I dedicate this piece to my 12 year old daughter and my husband.

Misspelled!

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15th May 2015

Photo Prompt – © Marie Gail Stratford

PHOTO PROMPT -© Marie Gail Stratford

“My flute broke in half,” Sarah sobbed.

“Oh Dear!” said Gramma, “Bring me my glasses sweetie. Also the magic-wand from the kitchen.”

Gramma waved the wand. Out came 25 rabbits and 5 koalas.

“Dear me! Where’s Grampa? He’s muddled up the spells again. Gerry??”

“Yes Harriett, you said something?” Gerald removed his headphones, One Direction “What makes you beautiful” could be heard.

“The flute’s broken. Wand’s not working.”

“No worries dear, I’ll fix both,” said Grampa.

Gramma watered the plants. Grampa went back to the Top 100 Countdown, Sarah practiced for her audition.

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Word Count 100

Winter Solstice

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24th April 2015

Photo Prompt – © Douglas M. MacIlroy

PHOTO PROMPT - © Douglas M. MacIlroy

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Katie quietly worked on her Fifth Grade ‘North Pole Project’.

Victoria walked in. It was freezing. She looked outside. Bright sunny day.

The mirror was foggy. The vignettes played. Naomi with her baby, the funeral.

She whispered, “I’m so sorry.”

It was ten years ago. Ray’s affair with Naomi. The “accident” in the kitchen.

Naomi begging for mercy as Victoria closed the large freezer door shut.

“I want my baby.”

Victoria sobbed, “No.. please.” She screamed as the manicured hand closed around her throat.

“Mom, how does my project look?”

“Everything’s perfect, my little one,” said Victoria. Her eyes peaceful.

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Word Count 100