Please don’t make me go outside.
– Written as a response to “Kids who lost their internet.” WC 6. Photo from PublicDomainPictures.net.
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A Pirate’s Pirate
I hurried up the stairs to meet my destiny.
The boat pulled away from the shore. I squeezed my eyes shut and slowed my breathing to stay as quiet as possible.
I heard footsteps and commotion on deck.
I made myself as small as I could in the damp corner behind some nets and crates. No one could know I was stowed away. It was a miracle I made it this far. I paid every penny I had scavenged for assistance, and now it was up to me.
I was afraid of what lie ahead but more so of what I was leaving behind. My family was killed when pirates raided our village. All I could do for them in this moment was to survive.
I sensed it was dusk and knew the time was near.
I had only heard legends, and I hoped they were true; a pirate who pirated pirates, and gave back to the destitute victims of their invasions. To avenge my family, I would fight back and help others in need.
They would strike at sunset, so I mentally prepared myself and waited, ready. I was told he would be expecting me.
I heard shouting and canon fire as they arrived. The panicked crew did their best to fend him off, but it was to no avail. I heard the men board.
I hurried up the stairs to meet my destiny.
I saw him standing tall and proud, instructing his men to seize the cargo and bring the crew into compliance.
“You boy!” He said when he saw me. “Step forward.”
I moved toward him, anxious, in awe.
“Yes sir, Captain, sir,” I said and quickly knelt before him. “I pledge my life in allegiance to you sir, Captain Robin Hook of the Jolly Rancher. I pledge to serve and obey your commands and do good publicly and in secret as you so decree.” I finished and peeked up at him.
He laughed a hearty laugh and commanded that I stand and face him.
“Well, men, it looks like we have a new deckhand.” He said as he slapped my back. Then he put me to work.
I knew my family would have been proud.
– Written for The Angry Hourglass: Flash Frenzy Round 103 Photo Prompt. WC 360
Photo by Ashwin Rao.
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The Guy On The Harley
He is a great big brother, always looking out for me.
He skimmed some chunky milk off of the top of what he poured into his glass and sniffed his finger.
I slid my chair up to the table and put cereal in my bowl.
He made a disgusted face. “Damn,” he said and sighed tossing the whole glass into the sink. “You’re gonna have to eat it dry,” he told me. I frowned.
“You know mom won’t be home for a while, right?” He asked.
I looked up at him and tilted my head to the side. “Again?” I questioned.
“She took off with the guy on the Harley.” He matter-of-factly informed me.
That’s the thing about Beau, he doesn’t sugar-coat anything. He is a great big brother, always looking out for me. I am 8 and he is 15, but he doesn’t make me feel bad and he always tells it like it is.
He is not like mom.
– Written for Ad Hoc Fiction weekly contest. Word Prompt was “skim.” WC 150
Photo from PublicDomainPictures.net.
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It’s The Thought That Counts
He is twelve now…so grown up but still my baby.
It tasted as bad as it looked.
I forced a smile as I chewed and swallowed a bite while holding my breath. “It is so good!” I lied.
My sweet boy did odd jobs for the past month to save up enough money to buy the ingredients to make a birthday cake.
I took a gulp of milk to wash it down.
Being a single mom is hard. I feel guilty most days for missing out on time with my son in exchange for keeping a roof over his head and his belly full.
I don’t like him being home alone as often as he is but he is a good kid and stays out of trouble. He is smart and has good sense and I hope he truly understands.
He is twelve now…so grown up but still my baby.
After pouring a glass of milk, he put a piece of cake on a plate for himself. I tried to distract him before he could take a bite. “So how about we splurge and walk to the Redbox for a movie,” I said enthusiastically and got up from my chair.
“Sounds good,” he agreed, as he stuffed a large forkful of his creation into his mouth. He chewed slowly and then frowned.
“That’s disgusting!” He whined.
“Noooo, it’s good,” I reassured.
“Mom seriously, Ugh!”
“I hope you know my cake-making ability does not reflect my feelings. I promise I was not trying to poison you!” He said with a chuckle.
I tousled his hair and said, “So how about that movie?”
– Written for The Angry Hourglass: Flash Frenzy Round 100 Photo Prompt. WC 261
Photo by Ashwin Rao.
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