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The Analyst [flash 150]

“A boa constrictor wrapped around your boss’s head?” She made a note on the chart. “And what else do you see?”

He leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes. Swirls of color rushed through his mind forming brief images and breaking apart again. Then he gazed at the poster once more. “A bonfire. A bonfire of charge cards.”

She bent her head and wrote something. “Very interesting. Anything else?”

“The neighbor’s cat. It’s always digging in our flower garden. Annoying little critter.”

There was a rap tap tap on the office door. “Must be an emergency,” she said.

He shrugged. “They always are.”

The door opened. “Excuse me, but it’s time for Analyst Britney’s ballet lesson.”

Britney jumped out of her chair. “Oh hi, Mommy. We were just about to have a breakthrough!”

He waved them off. “My brain should still be here when you get back. Hopefully.”


50-Word Thursday

Date Night [150 words]

“And the mere suggestion of bankruptcy threatens to undermine all our efforts in the media,” Harold said. “Furthermore–”

“Oh, do give it a rest, darling.” Nancy sighed. “We so seldomly have any fun. This is supposed to be a fabulous show. Can’t we talk about business again tomorrow?”

Harold scowled. “I don’t see what’s so great about it. The tickets were outrageously expensive. And look at those actors! Their faces are wan and sickly.”

“That’s makeup!” Nancy laughed. “See the little monkey trying to steal bananas from the cart. So cute!”

“Adorable.” Harold rolled his eyes. “I wish it wasn’t so hard to type on my phone keyboard.”

“Harold, I swear, if you don’t put your phone away and enjoy this damn play, I’m going to file for divorce in the morning.”

“Fine!” Harold stuck his phone in his pocket. “You don’t have to get so rattled. When is intermission?”


50 Word Thursday

My Own Worlds (200 words)

My father was never lost; he just took the scenic routes. This infuriated my mother, who had created plans and made motel reservations. She would read the road map while Dad meandered along a new route in a strange state until she got a headache. Eventually, he’d get to where we were supposed to be, accompanied by a lot of shouting, his good mood disappeared and all of us starving. Luckily, we never had to sleep in the car.

In the meantime, I tuned my parents out by curling up in the back seat with books, immersing myself in new worlds with new characters. I let the scenery whoosh by my window unobserved. I wanted to escape into my mind, into a fantasy land where people weren’t screaming over maps and whether we were lost.

I was lost in a kaleidoscope of fiction. Sometimes the newly spun world was a doggie story and later they became mysteries. In my teen years, I got hooked on romance novels. Eventually, I began to wonder if I could create my own worlds of words, spin my own colorful tales for others to lose themselves in. It all began during those stressful driving “vacations.”


50-Word Thursday (sets of 50)

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