Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
Sparkling Tinsel
Adorning The Tiniest Tree
A Star Of Tinfoil
Cast From Tinkerbell’s Wand
As The Tin Man Found His Heart
Christmas memories (of Christmas trees, homemade ornaments, Sunday nights with The Wonderful World of Disney, and our annual viewing of The Wizard of Oz) inspired by Linda’s SoCS challenge to use TIN as our prompt.
And by Frank’s Christmas Haiku Challenge
Happy Holidays to all that Celebrate.
Watching the girl clean was bringing back memories. And looking out over the water didn’t help. It sent her mind back as well. So instead of fighting it, she let the past flood her senses. Tasting the anger and resentment just as she had all those years ago.
Angry that she had been forced to cycle up the hill every day and park her ancient bike next to two barely driven Mercedes. Resentful that the big house had breezes and sea views and fully stocked kitchen when her home had none of that.
But that anger and resentment had fueled her desire. And that desire had worked like magic on the old man. And he was finally gone. Probate had been a bit hairy. But the daughter had finally been convinced that the will was air-tight. The house and the cars and the breeze and the view belonged to her now. Well, to her and her boy.
And now she could smell desire wafting off that girl. She had worked too hard to get here. She was not about to share what was hers with some whore from down the hill. The girl would have to go. One way or another.
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Inspiration for this 200 word piece of Flash Fiction provided by the following:
Photo Credit: Anurag Bakhshi courtesy of Sunday Photo Fiction
With a little help from SoCS Prompt (hairy) and Fandango’s Word of the Day (cycle)
to fly is a gift
an eruption to behold
till gravity speaks
in its imperious voice
and stills the music of flight
That (this) darn cannon was still on my mind this morning. So my tanka offering is a mash up between yesterday’s story (and word prompts) and today’s. Cheating? Maybe. But I woke up with it half formed in mind and it needed to be finished! Check out yesterday’s Flash Fiction for the companion story. It explains the cannon 😉 https://tinastewartbrakebill.com/2018/12/07/buon-viaggio/
So thanks again to yesterday’s prompts at WOTD (eruption) and One Daily Prompt (gift)
And today’s prompts from One Daily Prompt (imperious) and Linda’s SoCS (musical)
She sat on the breakwater and hoped the sound of the waves would soothe her. His words hadn’t. “In between the clover and the dampened earth.” That’s how the minister described it. Sounded poetic. Nicer than “here’s where we buried her body.” But that was reality. Ma was dead. And no pretty words were going to change that.
PHOTO CREDITS TO MY FAVORITE HUSBAND
I’ve been a bit morbid lately. Perhaps I’m feeling my own mortality. Or maybe it’s the side effect of living in Trump’s world. But thankfully my own mum is alive and well, so this really is fiction. Therefore much thanks for the inspiration to the following:
Sammi Scribbles Weekend Prompt which was to use the word “breakwater” in exactly 58 words (accomplished!)
And to Putting My Feet in the Dirt for the beautiful phrase “in between the clover and the dampened earth.”
And to Linda’s SoCS challenge using the word or partial word of “ma.”
Visit their sites if you haven’t. They are FAB!
She blinked at her reflection. Was she destined to always be cast in the role of “mother”? Hell she thought. Let’s rock-n-roll. Chopping as she stared at her old eyes under the new fringe.
(34 words exactly)
The Battle of the Bang. I know it well! I’ve spent a life time chopping and growing and chopping and growing. (Oh … and coloring)
One year ago: 
This week: 
Next month: ?????
Thanks to Sammi Scribbles Weekend Writing Prompt
And to Linda and her SoCS writing prompt (roll/role)
Tina Stewart Brakebill 