Mary walked into the dorm room and threw her backpack on her desk, then flopped onto the bed.  Her roommate looked up from her reading and asked what was wrong, “It’s that stupid Creative Writing course I am taking. They expect us to write a full beginning, middle and end of a piece of fiction in just 100 words.  I think the teacher has lost it!”

Jane smiled and said, “I took that course last year.  It is definitely not an easy one to pass.”

“I better get started on it since it is due tomorrow.”  She began to write.


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – fiction

Cowboy (FOWC)

She was notorious for her paintings of poverty. She painted compassionately the families and children she saw sleeping in boxes, the adults left with nothing, and the forgotten elderly. She was so excited when she had her first showing because she could give the profits back to the community. The night of the art show a reporter asked her why she painted the homeless.

“A dear friend of mine became homeless. It is the way I can give back while honoring his memory” she explained. “He was the encouragement for me to pursue my art. I wouldn’t be here without him.”

The reporter asked what happened to him. She looked at him sadly and said, “He was jumped by two men for the twenty dollars he had just earned. He was so weak from lack of food he barely fought back.” She added, “He didn’t survive the attack.”

The reporter asked for his name. She smiled and said, “I always called him cowboy and that is why in each painting I paint a pair of cowboy boots somewhere so he is always with me.”

The following day the paper told of the turn-out at the art show and how much had been raised for the homeless shelter. There was no mention of her inspiration from cowboy. She shrugged it off and went back to painting a pair of cowboy boots on top of a full shopping cart.


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – notorious

Only For You

“No. I insist, let me get the check,” she said and pulled the payment folder out of his grasp.

“It was my idea to meet” he replied. “At least let me get the tip.”

Once the monetary obligations were done they headed to the parking lot. She was full of butterflies inside at what would be next. She had known him for years but they had only just met in person. He was someone she cared for greatly over the years of online and old-fashioned snail mail correspondence. But this was different, he was here now. He was within reach and a part of her wanted more than a friendship… he was after all very good-looking and had been her best friend for a while now.

“Let’s head to that coffee shop you always talk about and finish our conversation” he suggested.

She bit her tongue and stopped herself from saying yes. A girl can’t seem too eager. “I have to work in the morning. If I fill my night with coffee I will never sleep.”

He put his hand on her shoulder and said, “they do sell decaf babe.”

At the mention of the word babe she had to smile. He started calling her that about a year ago and she found if sweet even though it was not a very PC thing to like. “Ok, will you drive so we don’t waste my gas?”

“Only because you asked nicely,” he said dropping his hand by his side again. Her shoulder suddenly felt very cold. She realized his hand had been really warm and a thought went through her mind about how warm the rest of him would be. A small embarrassed laugh escaped her before she knew it.

He turned back to her and asked, “something funny I said?”

“Just a happy memory sneaking up on me.”

“Care to share it with me?”

She wanted to share a lot with him, “maybe this one should stay private for now.”

“You’ll make me pout,” he said and stuck out his bottom lip.

Before she could stop herself she reached up to push his bottom lip back in and was instantly feeling the heat of a blush crossing her cheeks. He grabbed her hand and without missing a beat said, “Don’t spoil my pout.”

It felt like forever but it was only about 5 steps to his car when he let go of her hand and opened the door for her. Another old-fashioned act of chivalry he was full of. “Such a gentleman” she grinned at him.

“Just wait, I will show you how much of a gentleman I can be” and he shut the car door.

A memory clear back to her youth, just out of high school came to her. A time when she would sit in the middle of a bench seat next to her boyfriend on a drive. She glanced down at the console that separated the two seats and sighed.

As he got into the car she said, “I can’t believe you made the trip all the way here to see me.”

“It wasn’t’ that far from the hotel” he grinned and then added, “only for you babe, only for you.”


Ok … another attempt at fiction.  I know it is sappy but this is just days away from Valentine’s Day so bear with me.  PLEASE let me know what you think.  Have a wonderful night/day!

One Minute

Trying a little something different…. not real confident with my fiction attempt, but I am going to share it anyway.  At least I tried.  Let me know what you think.

I sat in my car with the engine still running. I glanced up to the window again and there were the silhouettes dark against the light of the room. He didn’t know I was coming over tonight. Now as the shapes moved to a silent song I felt I shouldn’t be here. One shape blurring into the other the two outlines became one. I was frozen to the spot. I knew it was her.
She had told me she would win him back some day. It had seemed like a promise and a threat. Now as I sat here watching them I knew it was true. She came back into town last week and I had heard through the grapevine she was looking for him.
When we first started dating Bill was convincing. He repeatedly said it was over with his ex-wife, but I had my doubts. Nothing I could put my finger on but a strong feeling just the same. Then Gloria met me downtown one day and told me he would be hers again. I will never forget her saying, “We have a bound you will never break.” I knew she was right.  The only reason I thought we had a future was because she was moving out of state.
Now as seconds turned into minutes, I struggled with what I should do. A part of me wanted to go in there and scream and shout. While the child in me was hurt and feeling abandoned.
The last thing I wanted was a fight so drawing a heavy breath I put the car into drive and slowly pulled away from the house. At least this way she would not see how hurt I was. I drove towards home and began to process the way I felt. I knew I would become stronger in the end, but tonight I would be gentle with myself. I will get through this one minute at a time.