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They didn’t plan to bring
With them
A legion of
Trouble.
They only wished
To find,
For their
Loved ones,
A measure of
Escape.
A new home where
They could
Be safe.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Legion in 32 words
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When he grew up, he was going to be like his big brother.
Tall. Proud. Sturdy. Up to the task.
For now, he had to comfort himself with the benefits of smaller stature.
Getting into nooks and crannies, fitting where his brother could not bend or fold to reach.
When he grew up, he was going to be like his brother.
Heavily bristled. Proudly mustached.
Meanwhile, Brush put his still-short-bristles to good use through many chores.
This way, once grown, he could graduate to being a Broom.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Brush in 87 words
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Now that it was all hers, she wanted none of it.
She didn’t give an iota for questions or neighbors’ looks.
Out went the furniture. The clothing. The towels.
The reminders of swindlers and rooks.
She got rid of the bedding, the shelving,
The whole kit and caboodle in numerous crannies and nooks.
There was naught in the house for her
But memories of pain and emotional hooks.
She cleaned out the lot
And left only the books.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Caboodle in 78 words
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The day rose bright but she knew better than to trust
Cornflower
Skies.
It will turn wet,
She knew,
As soon as her boots
Hit the ground.
The gift of rain
On golden epaulets
Glittering through muddy parade
Grounds.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Marshal in 39 words
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“The best,” the man swept a heavy arm across the offerings.
“And there?” the woman gestured at the shadows.
“Nothing worth your time, Madam.” He looked pointedly at her tailored attire, “Unsuitable for your kind.”
“Nonsense,” she ordered.
He frowned but snapped his fingers. “Silvia!”
The child looked underfed even in comparison to the other orphans.
“Trouble,” he warned. “Used up her chances twice.”
“Or,” the woman smiled, “very insufficiently pre-loved.”
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Pre-loved in 71 words
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“Have you seen her?” Mark thrust his head and shoulders through the open dutch door.
Ella nodded carefully. The light’s angle made the perspiration dotting Mark’s wide forehead look like dew on a banana leaf. How odd.
“And?” he pressed.
“Daphne is fine.”
Mark grunted his impatience. “That’s not what I meant, and you know it!”
Ella sighed in resignation. There will be no escaping the truth, no matter how much it could hurt him. “There’s a glow about her, if you must know.”
Mark sagged.
“And … an engagement ring on her finger.”
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt of Glow in 94 words
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The light spun silent waves
Of day
Into her heart,
Her chambers slowly opening
Their delicate petals
To sing
The morning’s chant.
There is a hope,
She knows,
In every dawn.
Its breath imparting
An oasis
And a coming home.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Oasis in 40 words
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They were going to hem and haw and huff and pout and stare.
She knew, already, from little-disguised cold shoulders
And from frowns
And neighbors’ glare,
That there will be no escaping their displeasure,
Anyway.
Even though they did not explicitly say,
Or outright forbid
Or demand that she
Obey,
She had no doubt that there will nonetheless be some community hell
To pay.
So might as well she do things as her heart designed,
And let her spirit play.
The vivid laughter of her soul
On full display.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: vivid in 89 words
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As Sun rose
In the east
It darned
A web of light upon
The leaves,
And sprinkled gold on
Spiders’ orbs
That dangled from
The eaves.
The artist watched the dawn
And breathed.
For though her heart
Believed,
She knew her fingers
Do not have the skill
To tessellate this wonder
Into the mosaic that
Her soul
Perceived.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Tessellate in 58 words
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She checked the items off the list.
One by one by one by one.
She’d learned to not look too far down. Better to not confront endlessness. To not have to face it that today, too, there will not be a moment when the job is done. When she is free.
Only another task.
Another chore.
Mistress claimed she was “indispensable.”
Praise or curse for why she could not get a few days off to see her ailing mother. To rest. To marry.
“We’re your family,” Mistress had said. “We need you. It is a requisite you stay.”
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Challenge: Requisite in 98 words
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