A Mother Always Knows – Flash Fiction

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March 16, 2018, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about carrot cake. It can be classic or unusual. Why is there cake? How does it feature in the story? Go where the prompt leads.

Respond by March 20, 2018, to be included in the compilation (published March 21). Rules are here. All writers are welcome!

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The train clickety-clacked across the rails while rolling hills flashed outside the windows with the speed of an old movie reel. I swayed my way into a mindful moment, breathing in peace.

A loud sniff interrupted my reverie. Across from me, the woman’s red eyes blared out her secrets. Tears streamed down her face and sobs wracked her body. Our eyes met, and she shook her head, silence her shield.

Mothers recognize pain. When the throbbing ache subsides, hunger sets in. I opened the box and drew out the carrot cake, a gift for a friend. Sweets always heal.

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sweet dreamsSweet dreams on this first day of Spring. ❤

 

 

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  1. I was appointed “Poet Laureate” of my high school paper, given a subject each month along with a deadline, and ordered to produce, all because I wrote a 36 stanza satire about becoming the old woman with whom I now have to live, my English teacher’s favorite subject, and taping it to the door of her classroom. I still regret that action because I just never have been able to write on a given subject on order! It’s regrettable, but for some reason if I don’t feel strongly about the subject the words just don’t come. Your challenges look like so much fun, and I keep hoping that some day I will find one that speaks to my muse so I will be able to accept the challenge. Really should have paid more attention when I took those writing courses in college! ❤

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      1. I would have loved it better if I could have chosen my own subject. the time frame was okay, I’ve been a columnist since then and always got it in early but the subject was up to me. Having someone else tell me what to write about: not a good idea. I have to feel it before I can write it and if the feeling is missing the poem is lame! Just never could get the dear Sister to understand that. And in those days you just didn’t argue with Sister! Demerits meant being confined to the dorm for the weekend!

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    1. I saw Miss Marple in myy mind, but yes, that is exactly what I would do. My empathic abilities draw people to me. LOL! When I worked in the accounting department of a hospital in Montana, the accountants used to kid me. Everytime I walked down the hall, patients or their families would stop me and ask for help. I looked like all the other employees wearing an ID but they always picked me. They used to say: “Colleen’s got her sign out again!” LOL! ❤

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