like mercury colliding…

A new challenge from FFfAW… Thanks to William David Laughlin for the great painting! 
 
It was an early morning at the Double-D. Jesse lifted the towel to have a peek at the feast on the stove when the missus caught him out of the corner of her eye. 

“Not until you hitch the carriage Jesse Dean! You know I’ll get nothin’ but rags if I’m late!

A new shipment of fabric was due to arrive at the General Store today and she knew dawdling would mean slim pickings. 

The carriage was just outside the barn, but Beau was nowhere to be seen. Of all mornings! 

Jesse shook his head. Wasn’t the first time this silly old horse went missing. He knew where to find him. Just as he thought, there Beau was, hiding between the young horses. 

“You know you’re not meant for the saddle Beau. Come on now before you get us both in a heap of trouble and my breakfast gets cold.”

Kat ~ 15 September 2015 

(150 Words)

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers Challenge 30…posted by PricelessJoy.   
Anika slid the stack of cards across the table, to tend the hissing teapot.

“Be right back. Cut the deck three times. Sugar?”

Her guest’s questioning eyes met hers.

“In your tea. Sugar. For your tea?”

She nodded “no,” without looking up.

While the tea steeped, Anika slowly revealed the top three cards. How could she tell this poor girl…

As if on cue, the storm raged into a tempest. Lightening flashed as a wind gust burst through the door scattering the cards.  

The session abruptly ended, Anika felt relieved. She would not be the bearer of misfortune this night.

kat ~ September 2015

(100 words)

From Monday’s Finish the Story Challenge…

(c) 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

From her small balcony, the witch watched the world go by.

She decided to have a bit of fun with what little time she had left.  The ineffective treatments had poisoned her body. Losing her hair was the final insult.

Others would have just shaved their heads or wrapped in colorful turbans. Not Annie!

To set the stage, she told the neighborhood kids that she was a witch and losing her hair was the first sign that her powers were gaining strength.  Everyday they gazed at her in wonder. On Halloween she rocked her last and then magically, she disappeared.

kat ~ 14 September 2015

(100 Words)