“Gene? Gene!” Fran held her arms out wide for a hug. She imagined him falling into her embrace, crying with the joy of having found his long lost mother.
No such luck. He took a step back, then stuck out his hand. She wasn’t sure from the angle of his hand if he intended to shake her hand or just hold her off. She grabbed him as if to shake but intended to drag him into a hug. Would have worked, too, except the girl next to him got in the way, grabbing her hand and shaking hit so hard it made Fran’s head wobble.
This week’s featured author is Ann Pino for her Will and Diana adventures – not quite a apocaliptic as her Steal Tomorrow book, but certainly a different way of life than we enjoy now.. I’ve been reading the two books she recently made available in their entirety.
This is the hub for The Serialists, a meme for people who post original, serialized fiction on their blogs. If you have one or more posts you would like for us to read, please put a direct link to the post in the linky.
If you are not an author and would only like to read, then please leave a comment. I may feature you next week.
Sad that it will never hatch, abandoned by parents too hungry to care, but fun that we get to hold it if only for a moment.
Monkey Man hosts the 160 Character Challenge. See what you can write in 160 characters or less, spaces included.
Jill: Is this really a how-to-play-guitar program? I don’t get all these symbols. Just how are we supposed to play that?
Today’s theme is Symbolic
Previously in Jack and Jill: Just One More Drink, please
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Smack, plish, whack,
at first I only heard it: birds raining down on the sea.
They came in a dense flock
drawn by schools of fish
and hit the water hard, leaving behind
satisfied boobies floating on the water.
After Fernandina, we whipped back around Isabela on another marathon night sailing and in the morning hit Bartolome.
1.
Francesca let her car glide into the parking space at the library. Lucky. She didn’t even have to parallel park because there were two stalls in a row. She carefully locked her car, plugged the meter to the max, and headed for the computers. She wanted to get her “facts” lined up before they met. Not that she intended to lie any more than she had to. It was more a matter of adapting to the situation. Or maybe making him adapt.
I ran across him later, washing his clothes out. They didn’t seem that dirty, but what’s that smell? He said, iguana piss.
Monkey Man hosts the 160 Character Challenge. See what you can write in 160 characters or less, spaces included.
Jill: I don’t mind making you a smoothie now and then, and I don’t mind you’re drinking so many of them, but I’m fed up with making so many. One more, and that’s it!
Today’s theme is Drink
If you didn’t read last week’s Jack and Jill – Just One – your really should. It’s the set up for this week.
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I like
the flat intricacies and estuaries of
the accidental silence
when we lapse
because we are thinking too much
and have been drawn deep into our interiors;
not because we are then so separate,
but because then we can
come together like
the tide creeping in
to form new patterns of
harmony/ thought/ friendship
The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction 55 is hosted by the G-man, a host with the most.