Flash Friday Fiction: A Twofer! (Catching up from June 27th and July 4th)

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Nuclear Winter Recon. CC photo by Paul Hocksenar.

The Days Are Long But The Years Are Short – 162 words

“Oh my God!” They pushed the door open and peered into the room.

“It’s a swirling vortex of chaos, isn’t it?” He chuckled.

“I can’t even see the floor! It’s all Legos and Barbies and stuffed animals.” She pointed toward a twisted object lying amidst the ruins of her daughter’s room. “What IS that?”

“Don’t know.” He pinched his nose. “But I’m thinking she left an apple core in here again. We might need gas masks to enter.”

She sighed. “Will this room ever be clean? I’m starting to think we’re in an episode of Hoarders.”

He settled his arm over her shoulder, gently squeezing her close. “Patience, grasshopper. One day – and it won’t seem long – we’ll stand here staring at a clean floor. An empty room. And we’ll be missing these days and longing for that little girl again.”

She put her hand over his, her eyes welling up. “You’re right,” she said, leaning back into his familiar warmth. “You’re right.”

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For the past two Flash Fridays, I was on vacation in New Jersey, with no internet access other than my phone. But did that stop me from entering Flash Friday? Heck no! (It did stop me from posting my entries here on my website in a timely manner, however.)

The first story above was written for the June 27th contest. On June 27th I spent most of the day in the car. I wrote my story out by hand before we started traveling (since my husband had already turned off the internet here at home!), and then typed the sucker on my phone while whizzing by other cars on the road (no worries, people – hubby was driving!).

While I thought I’d met the 160 word limit, apparently I was over by 2. Oops. So much for in-my-head math skills. At least I included something about patience, which was this week’s required element. I’d still love to hear what you think, however.

And below you will find the picture and story I wrote for the contest on July 4th. July 4th marks the 3rd quarter of the year for Flash Friday, and I am *gulp* officially a judge for this quarter, so my stories are not eligible to win. No matter; I still love writing them. For the week of the 4th, in addition to the photo prompt we needed to include something about a woman. This one I also wrote out by hand and typed up on the phone, but at least I wasn’t in a car, so I could check and double-check my word count without feeling carsick. Still, I’m glad to be back at my computer for this week’s challenge!

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Writing the Declaration of Independence. Painting by Jean Leon Gerome Ferris (1863 – 1930). Public domain photo.
Writing the Declaration of Independence. Painting by Jean Leon Gerome Ferris (1863 – 1930). Public domain photo.

We Hold These Truths – 160 words

“Abigail wants that line to read ‘all people are created equal.’”

Jefferson sighed. “This is a hard enough sell as it is. We just can’t go there.”

Snorting, Adams turned to Franklin. “What would Mrs. Silence Dogood say?”

Franklin perused the sheet in front of him. “She’d say, ‘Stop wasting paper and get this thing done!’”

“Agreed,” Jefferson said.

“I concur with my wife, gentlemen; we must change that phrase. We must acknowledge the equality of women – and slaves,” he added, staring pointedly at Jefferson.

Jefferson frowned. “We cannot fight a war on three fronts.”

“Says the man who owns slaves.” Adams snorted.

Franklin broke in, eager to defuse the tension in the room. “I agree with Thomas. But the United States is an enlightened country. I am confident the equal rights of all people – men, women, black, white – will quickly be affirmed, after we have freed ourselves from King George’s madness.”

The three men smiled. “Guess we’re done here.”

Sugarless Summer Week 6: I Survived The Jersey Shore!

The Ocean City Boardwalk
The Ocean City Boardwalk – food, food, and more food!

Every year my family goes to Ocean City, New Jersey for a week. My husband’s mom grew up near there and has a house there now, so it’s been our annual summer destination since my son was an infant. The kids love it because they get to see their cousins – and go in the water, and ride the rides, and play in the arcades, and play mini-golf, etc. The adults enjoy seeing family. Me? I have a love/hate relationship with it.

I love the shore because I love the ocean. I love the grandness of it, the lulling roar of the waves, the imaginings it incites as I look out at the horizon and wonder about all the adventures that have happened on that vast body of water. I love the soothing feel of the water lapping at my feet, the gentle squishing of the sand between my toes, the crying of the seagulls, the smell of salt water in the air…

I hate the shore because, generally speaking, I have to don a swimsuit while there. I have to look at others in swimming suits. And doing so brings home the fact, painfully so, that I am heavy, that I don’t look the way I wish I looked, that I don’t feel comfortable in my own skin – at least when I have to expose said skin. This was especially true this year, as I’m near my heaviest again, and battling against sugar, and so all things body/weight-related are once again, unfortunately, dominating my brain.

I also love the shore because I love shore food. Boardwalk pizza, crumb cake, Kohr Bros yogurt, etc., etc. I hate the shore for the same reason. I figured this year would be challenging to avoid all the desserts, but told myself, “Eh, no biggie, I can have all the pizza I want.” I did, indeed, indulge too much in said pizza. But I was surprised at just how deprived of sweets I felt throughout the week, since generally I haven’t felt that way. Then again, here at home I’m not walking by ice cream shops and donut shops and sweets shops every few feet, as one does on the boardwalk, and I’m not having to watch my family indulge in gelato while I look on. It was hard! But I did it.

In the midst of it all and after two days of being in an absolute funk, I decided I needed to change up some things I’ve been doing, because while, yes, I’ve avoided obvious sweets and that certainly is a victory, I’ve not exactly been replacing them with healthier habits. I’ve been replacing them with pizza and Pringles. Between feeling disgustingly big all week and then dealing with the news that a relative was having quintuple bypass surgery this week, I felt ready to tackle more changes.

I’d been considering giving up the other carbs I’ve been devouring. Maybe I still should/will at some point, but hey, I need SOMETHING to have as an option when everyone else is sucking down slurpees or scarfing down birthday cake. So rather than that, I decided I was just going to make sure if/when I eat chips or pizza or bread or whatever, that I’m doing it with a meal that includes protein. If I want to eat between meals, it’s going to be fruits and veggies first, then possibly nuts. I’d originally planned on Three Meals a Day and nothing in between – which is still ideal, but hey, I don’t want to set myself up for failure, or bingeing, if I find myself starving at 3 pm, so I went with the fruits/veggies thing.

Sorry to babble so long about these food issues on what is ostensibly my author page. But you know what? Authors have struggles, too, beyond writing pains, right?

So here I am on Day 37 of my Sugarless Summer. I’m only 3 pounds lighter than when I started. But I’m excited for many reasons. I’m actually DOING it, for one. And a second biggie is that making the decision to switch to only fruits and veggies between meals doesn’t sound impossible, because I don’t feel quite so enslaved to snacks the way I used to. Well, we’ll see. I’ll check back in in a month or so…wish me luck!