The last wish

The skies smiled bluer than usual, the trees waved out in their emerald glory, the roses blushed a gentle pink, all vying for that impeccable first impression. The day sparkled a tad bit more to match the glow in the youngster’s eyes. It was her first view of the world thanks to someone’s last wish.

Day 2 at the Marathon Blogger’s Drabble Week and the prompt for the 55er is
“His last wish”
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….And I’m back

No matter how hard I try there always is a month (at least) in the year when I go on an unintentional break. I am hoping this was it.
So after having swept, mopped and dusted my blog, here I am, jumping right in with the Drabble Challenge at Marathon Bloggers. Beginning today, we’ll be doing one 55 fiction and/or one 100 words drabble each day for a week.
Today’s 55 word prompt is.. “The broken promise” and here’s my take..
As always, the wave came suddenly catching her unawares, overcoming her resolve, enveloping her in its intensity. And then it passed, just as suddenly, leaving her frustrated.. hating herself. This wasn’t the mother she’d promised to be. Hugging her tiny sobbing girl close, she resolved..
“I will make it happen. I will conquer my anger.”
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Now for the 100-word drabble.
Today’s prompt “She fell flat on her rear” 
Her daughter could do it. Even her clumsy-as-a-bear son could manage it. The gym instructor had suggested she try it. “Doesn’t seem like too big a deal,” she murmured as she readied herself for a try.
Carefully she placed her head on the pillow. Then slowly, very slowly she raised her body inch by inch till she straightened her feet right up in the air. The bood rushed to her head and the world was balanced perfectly upside down – for a fraction of a  second – and then she fell flat on her rear.
Yoga clearly wasn’t her cup of tea.
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Just do it!

All I have thought about over the last month is books and authors, in strict alphabetical order! And so when Sunday struck and it was time for break from the A to Z Challenge I felt a bit bereft.

And so I turned to my old forgotten friend, Write Tribe’s Wednesday Prompt for help. The prompt for this week is ‘Just do it’.. and I did just that with a simple 55er. 

She lay on the floor, tired, helpless.
He towered over her, waiting, watching.

“Don’t make me do this,” she pleaded.
“You have to,” he growled.
She hated him. She hated having to do this day after day.
‘Please,” she begged, “I’ll die.”

Come on just do it! 20 crunches never killed anyone,” insisted her trainer.

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Till tomorrow then it’s au revoir. We’ll meet again with another story about another author.

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Happy birthday

She had always been a good girl – meticulous, cautious. But tonight she wasn’t herself. Tonight she didn’t want to be herself. She would banish years of conditioning… of saying NO, for tonight her heart would rule her head. She steeled herself. Then, ‘Happy birthday’, she said to herself biting into a huge piece of cake.
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Today’s genre is ’55 fiction’

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A new beginning

He tried hard, desperately hard, to survive, seeking support from his community, his religion, his people. Once, he had been completely invincible. But then as strong hands came together holding up the proud flag … orange and green .. he died, forever. Where there is unity, strife has to die. He died because they wouldn’t accept him.

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Today’s prompt was ‘They said he died because they wouldn’t accept him’. I refuse to mourn on such a happy day and so decided to celebrate the end of strife and all else that’s not well with our country.

HAPPY REPUBLIC DAY!!!!

And with that we come to the end of our week long 55 festival at Marathon Bloggers. What a blast it has been.