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Roots

A golden thread runs between my mother’s garden and mine. Earth beneath fingernails carries legacy and heritage.

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Maintain the rage

“We’re tired,” he said. “We’ve faced 30 metre walls of flame. Seen fire skip breaks, hop highways, leap rivers.” “We tried to warn you,” they said. “A year ago. More.” ‘Unprecedented’, the lone beacon among weasel words that shift the blame. Will outrage stay lit another two years? Image credit: Image by Daniel Zuflucht from Pixabay

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Quit

YeahWrite #447 Microprose: an object you are (or your main character is) happier without in 47 words

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Inheritance of fear

Climbing rocks and a parent’s anxiety for YeahWrite #420’s Microprose Challenge.

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Still Unmarried

“And when will you marry?” A thousand disapprovals danced beneath his words. “When you find me a suitable suitor.” “Give me your requirements.” He scrambled for pen and paper. Rolling my eyes I listed; “Tall, handsome, wealthy. Doctor, lawyer, or engineer.” “At your age,” he said, “isn’t sapience enough?” This entry is submitted for YeahWrite […]

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Nuts!

Arse over tea-kettle, and over I went. Legs swept from under me, roller skating mid-air like Wyle E. Coyote caught off a cliff, then down with a wallop.

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Not Drowning, Waving

“It’s going swimmingly,” she said while catching the lifejacket and wrangling two teens.

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The Last Thread

I didn’t post in this week’s YeahWrite Microprose #312 grid, but I love flash/microprose and wanted to play along with other YeahWriters.

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Baby Elephant March

They appear, carrying your fragile heart in their hands. Shlurrpff, off the breast. “I do myself”; an experiment in feeding. Mismatched clothes, and shoes on the wrong feet. Backpack on and away to school. Friends and teams. Is that my car? Silence.

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