“What do I do with these, Mom?” Karma whispered to her Mom as she took the petals from the red roses being passed around and cradled them in her palm. “Throw them on the grave when I throw mine, sweetie,” Sarah whispered back. “How ironic that they’re red roses,” Sarah…
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100 Words On Saturday – Week 11
Introduced in February 2013 – an invitation, a prompt, a linky. Write exactly a 100 words on the prompt and publish it on your blog – a story, a poem, a mini-essay. The linky will be open right up to next Friday, after which I will have a new prompt…
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Behind The Door
We walked up and down the street several times – Anna and I, wondering if she was indeed staying in that house. “Shall we knock to check if she’s inside?” I asked. “There’s no other way to find out,” Anna said. “I wonder what she’ll look like. She must be…
