“It” Happened In The Cereal Aisle

“Charlotte?”

I turned; pulse quickened, throat tightened.

“Is this your daughter?”

I swallowed hard.  “Sarah, meet Mommy’s boss, Fran.”

The four-year-old’s eyes brightened.  “You’re the selfish blowhard.  But your nose doesn’t look brown!”

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This week’s Trifecta weekend challenge:  “Write a horror story in 33 words, without the words blood, scream, died, death, knife, gun, or kill. Good luck.”

Good luck is right…for this entry, I went for social horror rather than physical horror.   See, no ‘banned’ words needed at all.  However, it may leave you wondering if I had a daughter at one time?” 😆

Lapse in Absence of Judgment

“There’s nothing cute about it,” he said.  The register of his voice indicated decision more so than discussion.

She disagreed heartily and privately, staring past his head and out the window behind him.

“But it was on my day off.”

He said nothing.

“Am I fired?”

“I have no choice.”

She regretted posting the St. Patty’s Day belly shots photo.

And ‘friending’ her boss on Facebook.

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This weekend’s Trifextra is community-judged.  If you think this entry deserves a vote, there will be a chance to vote for it for 12 hours following the close of the challenge.

This is my second entry in the Trifextra weekend challenge.    Here are the instructions:  For your prompt this week, we are giving you the first 33 words of a story. You need to complete it with 33 of your own words.  Here are the first 33:

“There’s nothing cute about it,” he said. The register of his voice indicated decision more so than discussion. She disagreed heartily and privately, staring past his head and out the window behind him.

Subjectivity of Art

“There’s nothing cute about it,” he said. The register of his voice indicated decision more so than discussion.

She disagreed heartily and privately, staring past his head and out the window behind him.

Their three-year-old son streaked by; a blur of gray, brown and orange acrylic paint.  She found the humor in his painting himself to match their cat, but conceded he should probably come inside.

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This is my first entry in the Trifextra weekend challenge.    Here are the instructions:  For your prompt this week, we are giving you the first 33 words of a story. You need to complete it with 33 of your own words.

“There’s nothing cute about it,” he said. The register of his voice indicated decision more so than discussion. She disagreed heartily and privately, staring past his head and out the window behind him.

This weekend’s Trifextra is community-judged.  If you think this entry deserves a vote, there will be a chance to vote for it for 12 hours following the close of the challenge.  I’ll do a post then and link back to the challenge…

Trifextra Entry #1: Lost

 LOST

“I’m late for work, let’s go!”  I yell.

My son appears, backpack slung over his shoulder, barefoot.

I stare.  He shrugs.

I contemplate which I can locate first:  his shoes or my patience.

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This is my first entry in Trifextra:  Week Eight weekend writing challenge.  Here are the rules:

“This weekend’s challenge is to write a story entitled ‘Lost’ in exactly 33 words. The word ‘lost’ can only appear in the title, not your 33 words. Any reference to the TV show could result in another visit to see the editors in the Trifecta offices.”

I am so excited, because my first entry in a writing challenge (In The Morning) was chosen as the 3^rd place winner by the folks at Trifecta.  So unexpected and fun!  Thanks to all who stop by to read.