 [photo courtesy of www.100wordstory.org] She prayed each night before laying her head upon her makeshift pillow, thanking the good Lord above for her blessings. It was the little things: A new start—free from the terror of physical abuse. Food in her belly, a bottle of water in the center console. A crisp new library card and a stack of books by her side. A rare parking space in a No-Tow-Zone and adjacent to a streetlight, to boot, where she could read until her eyelids grew heavy. The soft blanket of snow insulating her temporary home. Kindness of strangers. A new job on Monday. By Lisa H. Owens Just 100 Words 100 Word Stories - January, 2023 Photo Prompt
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Jacqueline: “Remember that Halloween at the Cinema-plex when we watched Chucky and Romeo snuck in a bottle of Jägermeister and got so wasted, he rolled down the aisle and chipped a tooth? Merde! C'était amusant.” Ashley: “Yes! But it was Christmas and we watched Krampus. He tripped in Concessions and jambed his finger after smoking that blunt. Shit! That was funny.” Romeo: “Uhm. We were bowling and it was Roberto. He dropped the ball on his toe. Cazzo! Questa era buona.” Roberto: “¡Imbéciles! It was New Year’s Day and anaphylaxis at Ralph’s Vegan Burgers. ¡Maldito peanuts! I nearly died.” Lisa H. Owens January 2023 - Globe Soup Microfiction Monthly Contest Theme: Memories |
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