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Fallen

For MindLoveMiserysMenagerie’s Sunday Writing Prompt: to write a piece launched by this quote from Sherlock Holmes (the series):

Oh, I may be on the side of the angels, but don’t think for one second that I am one of them …..

Seventy times seven, blah, blah, blah. Have you ever done the math? I have. 490. That’s it. At this point I have more than fulfilled my quota of this mandate to forgive. Besides, I don’t see anyone standing in line to forgive me for existing. In fact, the hits keep coming, if you know what I mean. Here are a few gems from that hit list…

“Love the sinner, hate the sin…You know we love you. We just don’t agree with your lifestyle choices….You could change if you wanted to…You have an agenda…Stop flaunting your sexuality…It’s just a phase…You don’t deserve special rights…It’s because of you we have earthquakes, hurricanes, floods…the plague (I wish I was that powerful)…You’re an abomination…God hates you…You’re going to hell (kinda thought I was already there)…and my personal favorite; the one that rips through me like a hot poker through butter…I’m praying for you.

Please don’t. I’m trying to forgive you. I’m trying to not judge you. I’m trying to love you, but you make it so difficult.

Because there’s this too. “Love your enemies… If someone slaps you on one cheek, turn to them the other also. If someone takes your coat, do not withhold your shirt from them.” I fall short everyday. But that doesn’t mean I don’t keep trying; 490 times 490 times and counting.

One day I’ll get it right. In the meantime I am well aware of my flaws and weaknesses. I’m no angel…but neither are you.

And there I go again. Judging you for judging me. I guess that’s why we need practice at this forgiveness thing. I should have just said, “I’m no angel” and left it at that.

~kat


The Little Things

Photo by © Kelvin M. Knight

No one tells you it’s the little things that rip through your heart. Everyone is prepared for the big things. You know, the personal effects, insurance settlements, bank account adjustments, clearing out closets…those necessary motions one must endure, get through, in the wake of death.

I was not ready for the quiet. I’m not okay having the remote to myself. You were right. I do channel surf too much. The toilet seat is always down and the bed is too big.

And now this! You always hated wheat bread. Damn you! I can’t even make a sandwich without falling apart.

~kat

100 Words for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Friday Fictioneers Challenge based on the photo above by Kelvin M. Knight.


A Sequel

Sacha’s 52 Words in 52 Weeks flash fiction challenge: This week, I want you to look at the ending of the last book you read and write the first 52 words of a sequel. The book I just read is The Shack by Wm. Paul Young

Slamming iron echoed behind me as I entered the bowel of the state penitentiary.

I’d heard that Mack had been visiting Missy’s killer regularly. The reported change in the once non-repentant monster was something I had to see for myself.

I barely recognized the man sitting across from me. It was true.

~kat


Shark

He thought he was dealing with a full deck of 52, but she’d slipped several cards out; her sleight of hand, stacking her odds favorably.

Pretending to be impressed with his strip shuffle, she demurely tapped the deck at the cut. After luring him all in, she revealed aces for the pot.

~kat

A 52 Word Story for Writespirations 52 Weeks 52 Words flash fiction challenge. The prompt this week, to write about the number “52”. (Artwork was created by combining several Pixabay.com photos.)


Graveyard of the Woobies

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PHOTO PROMPT © Danny Bowman

“Are you sure this is the place?”
“Positive. I remember that hill.”
“Well, let’s get to it then. Grab a shovel.”
“You know it was just a joke. I didn’t mean anything by it.”
“A joke you say? It has haunted me for 30 years. How could you do such a thing to a kid?”
“Jeeze man! What are you gonna do with that dirty old…”
“Woobie…it was my woobie. Does it matter? I just want it back.”
“Oh…I had a secret invisibility cloak once. It didn’t work or anyth…”
“Shut up and dig!”

~kat

94 Words for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Friday Fictioneer challenge based on the photo above by Danny Bowman.