I thought this week I would give this challenge a try…
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She never knew what happened, just had the dreams she thought about. Little flashes of supposed memories; her husband and son disappearing into the light. Their faint outlines slowing moving upwards. She had the dream again and again over these months since they disappeared, but she never really saw where they went until tonight.
Her dream started as normal; the two men in her life walking in their large yard. The smell of fresh cut grass filled the air. Somehow, she knew she was standing just outside of the picture by the shed. In seconds she would faint and the unthinkable would happen.
She saw the men one by one raising off of the ground. The brightest light she had ever seen shrouding them. First one disappeared and then another. Now where this was different was, she didn’t wake up then. She saw what looked like a saucer travel across the sky to the shed. She saw her body on the ground and it was struck with the same bright light, but it appeared to have no effect on her. The light went out and she saw the saucer rise to the stars and vanish in the inky darkness.
She woke up in a pool of sweat. She looked over and saw her husband back in bed, like none of this had ever happened. She gasped and woke him up. In a groggy voice he said, “Go back to sleep dear. It was only a dream.” But she knew, it had been real.
Written for Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge (FFFC) #55
Hannah slowly approached the recliner and hopped into the seat being careful not to drop her crutches. “I can’t believe the doctor won’t let me walk on this for two whole weeks. It really doesn’t even hardly hurt.”
Her Mom turned to her and said, “Now is a good time to work on that blog you wanted to do. You will have plenty of time to tend to it.”
“I might as well, all I can do is just sit here with my feet up. I still don’t know how I managed to break my foot walking across the grass.”
Written for Fandango’s February Expressions (FFE) #29
Susan liked her job. She had been with the company for five years when an opportunity came up for a job with another company. She currently loved her boss; her clients were great, and she couldn’t complain about her salary and benefits. Yet there was a small voice saying “what if” to her. She would have to say good-bye to her coworkers that she had become friends with. Was it wise to consider this change when things were so good now? Her decision was made when she remembered what her grandmother used to say, “A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush.”
Written for Fandango’s February Expressions (FFE) #28
You know what I would love to see? A return of basic manners. I know I was raised to say please and thank you. I raised my daughter that way. But more and more there is no such thing as being polite. It used to be considered rude to talk on the phone when you had company… now we all do it in the most public of places; sometimes very loudly and about delicate matters. As a cashier for years I was amazed at what some of the customers would talk about on their phones when they were checking out. And I found it so rude when I actually had a couple of customers shush me when I said their totals. If you are not ready to check out, wait and finish your call then approach the register.
Language is the other thing that bothers me. Growing up you never swore in public. And it was definitely frowned on at home. Now, especially the younger generations use swearing to season their vocabulary like salt and pepper. I know I was shocked when at an elementary playground I heard kids that were maybe 10 to 12 swearing like crazy. I was embarrassed for them.
Just a little common courtesy people. Some plain common sense. And above all remember the three magic words – please, thank you and you’re welcome. If we don’t set a good example all the generations that follow will just get worse and worse.
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – polite
My Dad came from Omaha, Nebraska. And right up to the last trip he took there, he held on to a little bit of what he was raised on… the way the people drive there. I remember my Mom always complained about it. When I got old enough to pay attention to his driving instead of all the different businesses we didn’t have here, I noticed it to. It was a race from one red light to the next. There was no gradual increase in speed, it was stomp on it and GO! Now when he drove here at home, he did a gradual take off from a stop and drove “normally.” I guess he was not doing anything different than all the rest of the Omaha drivers did, he was just going with the flow and following their lead.
Written for Fandango’s February Expressions (FFE) #27