Singled Out

October 26, 2022Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Life and love, Muse and Flow, Reflections, Writing Tags: 100WordChallenge, Contentment, Flash Fiction, Friday Fictioneers, Micro-fiction, Mismatch, Perspective, Photo prompt, Relationships, Solitude 37 Comments

He didn’t mind.

Not really.

She tossed him out, she did. A punishment. For being “self-absorbed” and “unmotivated.”

Fair blame, it was. If needing quiet time was selfish, and if not finding it important to climb the never-ending escalator of social comparison, spelled lacking motivation.

Emily liked that stuff.

He did not.

A mismatch more than an actual problem.

For him.

He’d have to find better insulated housing before winter. But in the interim, the camper offered everything he needed.

Shelter. Nature. Quiet. Calm.

Perhaps he’d send Emily a thank you card. Next time he was in town.

For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers

Photo prompt © Bill Reynolds

Unlocked

October 8, 2022Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Life and love, Muse and Flow, Poetry, Writing Tags: Consequences, Creative writing, Just because, Key, Micro-fiction, Oops, Poetry, Run away, Weekend Writing Prompt 10 Comments

(Photo: Deann DaSilva on Unsplash)

She knew she never should have let it run

Amok.

Should have kept it

Always

Locked.

But she wobbled

At the sight of keys under the

Rock.

It ran,

Before she could even feign

Shock.

For Sammi’s weekend writing prompt of Amok in 35 words

The Waiting Game

October 7, 2022Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Current events, Life and love, Muse and Flow, Reflections, Things Kids Say, Writing Tags: 100WordChallenge, Babysitting, Child's perspective, Flash Fiction, Friday Fictioneers, Making the most of it, Micro-fiction, Nephew, Rainy Days, Things Kids Say 33 Comments

“So I sit here…”

“…and wait,” Misha confirmed.

Clara sighed. When she agreed to babysit her nephew, she thought playgrounds and picnics. Not nonstop rain and hours in a gloomy cafe while her car was being repaired.

She looked around for the boy. Yep. There. His red top. He’s crouched behind the same table. Every. Single. Time.

“I give up!” she announced.

“Ta-da!” Misha popped out like a cork from a bottle.

The four-year-old ran to her and wrapped his arms around her torso. “Best play-date ever, Auntie Clawa! I love this Waiting Game!”

Clara smiled. “Wanna hide again?”

For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers

Photo prompt © David Stewart

Hanging In

October 4, 2022Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Life and love, Meditations, Muse and Flow, Poetry, Reflections, Writing Tags: Adversity, Creative writing, dVerse, Finding a way, Hanging on, hope, Life paths, Poetry, Quadrille, Unknown 18 Comments

(Photo: Ray Fragapane on Unsplash)

They didn’t know then

Or still

What track life will

Bring.

Yet they hold on,

By bootstraps

Hoping

For just enough breath with which to

Sing,

To the sun

That would rise,

To the hope

That would

Cling.

Till dawn will

Another story

String.

For dVerse Quadrille Poetry challenge

Indefinitely

October 1, 2022Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Current events, Life and love, Muse and Flow, Trauma and Development, Writing Tags: 100WordChallenge, Adversity, belief, Creative writing, Current events, Deceit, Faith, Flash Fiction, Friday Fictioneers, Micro-fiction 39 Comments

They didn’t know when Power would return.

When they’d be allowed to leave.

Only that it would have to.

Because it had been promised. And they’d been raised to listen. And believe.

The grid was down. The streets were bare. The shelves that once were filled to the brim were naked in the lanterns’ glare.

It mattered none.

When they had faith.

Power had said, before he left, the back of the car packed with goods he “had to take to the needier elsewhere,” that they were meant to wait, “indefinitely, if need be.”

An test of faith.

Till death.

For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers