Posts tagged ‘death’

Too Many Places, Too Little Time

For Friday Fictioneers 100-Word Challenge: 14 July 2017

Janet Webb

Photo Credit: Janet Webb

Andrea wanted to see the world. In her room, she had a glass jar where she wrote each desired destination on a piece of paper. It didn’t take long for it to become full. Her mom jokingly remarked, “Too many places, too little time.” It proved to be prophetic.

After graduating from high school, Andrea was diagnosed with leukemia. Sadly, chemotherapy and a stem cell transplant didn‘t work for her.

“Mom,” she implored. “I’m tired. I want to go home now and sleep in my own bed.”

Shortly thereafter, she passed away leaving a glass jar packed with dreams unfulfilled.

July 12, 2017 at 9:34 pm 52 comments

A Short Reprieve

For Friday Fictioneers 100-Word Challenge: 10 June 2016

Note: Anybody interested in revisiting the past, my first response to this picture prompt could be found here. Which one do you like better?

Douglas M. MacIlroy
Photo Credit: Douglas M. MacIlroy

The Reaper was watching him closely. It was supposed to be his last day on earth. Could it somehow be a mistake?

Josh was a bad dude leading a gang breaking into homes in the neighborhood.

He was in his room trying on his latest find when a stray bullet hit him from across the street.

When he regained consciousness, he was relieved to find himself in the hospital.

“Thank goodness, I thought I’ve died,” he told his mom sitting by his bedside.

“Not yet,” the Reaper quipped as if Josh could hear him. “Wait until the clock strikes twelve.”

June 8, 2016 at 2:32 pm 33 comments

A Force of Nature

For Friday Fictioneers 100-Word Challenge: 25 September 2015

The Reclining Gentleman
Photo Credit: The Reclining Gentleman

I sit under the bridge by the river and think of Ella.

She was a force of nature. She could make me do anything.

Once she told me to make her a valentine card and then said it wasn’t good enough. But she hugged me anyway.

It was the last thing she’d ask of me. On the following Saturday, she died.

I miss her. She never made fun of my accent and called me names like the other kids.

Suddenly, I hear Ella’s voice calling amidst the din of traffic above.

As I slip into the waters, it gets louder.

September 23, 2015 at 2:37 pm 42 comments

Daddy’s Girl

for friday fictioneers 100-word challenge 6 March 2015

Erin Leary
Photo Credit: Erin Leary

Once, I’d have traded Dad for somebody famous, but only if he didn’t look good in a uniform.

“I love you, Hannah,” he said as he left for Afghanistan. “You’ll always be daddy’s girl.”

I knew he wanted me to say I love him, too, but I didn’t. I was upset he asked me to help him clean the barn.

He promised he’d be back soon but we didn’t expect him in a casket. Mom was sobbing and hugged me so tight it hurt.

I wished he could hear me say I love him as he was laid to rest.

March 4, 2015 at 10:04 am 41 comments

A Letter to Kayla

Kayla Mueller
Photo Source: ABC News

Dear Kayla:

It was with skepticism that I received the initial reports of your passing. Without proof of death, I was clinging to the hope that you were still alive. But now that your parents and the State Department had confirmed it, there’s nothing left but to accept the bitter truth.

The ISIS rebels had claimed that you died in a recent Jordanian’s air strike launched to avenge the death of their captured pilot. Since there’s no evidence to the contrary, I’d take their word for it.

Read more…

February 10, 2015 at 6:51 pm 16 comments

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