At the races- a short story

“Quick around the bend!” Margy shouted. She held her breath. Somehow these races always got the best of her usually reserved character. Her friend Peggy screamed next to her, ”AROUND THE BEND YOU FOOL!!” Peggy’s hat and composure fell on the ground but she didn’t care. She grabbed Margy’s hand and started jumping.

“I can’t see! I can’t see Margy!” Peggy’s face was reddening under the sun and the excitement. Margy looked down and realized they were sitting on a bench. The perfect substitute for a stool.

“Let’s stand on this bench Peggy! Quick up and up before they finish!” She grabbed Peggy’s hand and lifted her onto the bench. A man behind them loudly complained about not being able to see the track any longer. Peggy didn’t even hear him. She was jumping and waving her hands.

“Margy! HE’S WINNING! MY BABY’S AHEAD!” Margy knew Peggy was referencing her favorite horse, not her biological child. Peggy was so wrapped up in the race, Margy just had to smile. Every year they went to the races together, bet on horses and had a wonderful time.

“MARGY! HE’S WON THE RACE! FIRST PLACE TO MY BABY!!!”

Margy laughed and said “He did it for you Peggy!”


This short story was inspired by the Secret Attic “Picture this” challenge! I had a lot of fun writing and responding to this one. I probably could have taken it a bit farther but as with most of my writing, I like to end it before it gets started… I would like to write more short fiction and hope to sit down this month and finally work on some vignettes for my children’s story!

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Also to those that regularly read my writing, you may have wondered where I ventured to since I have not posted recently. With the Easter holiday and other springtime fun, I took a break from writing. This month, I hope to get stuck into writing again. For when I write, I feel so much better. Writing has been a comforting self-care activity for so long now, I want to make sure that I keep at it. Thanks for your support!

Ekphrastic Challenge Response: Earle Richardson

Sweat dripped slowly down my face. I used my palm to wipe away the trailing tear from my cheek. It was brutal under this heat. Under the Carolina sun. My nana always told me that if the sun wanted to, he could burn the earth but each day the sun decided to let us live and made his way to the horizon. I looked up and stretched my palms toward the sun.

“Irene!  Stop staring at the sun!” my father yelled farther down the field. I turned to see my father make his way toward me. A proud man. A proud black man walking through his fields. The cotton swayed in the heat. The white seemed to make my father’s skin sparkle in the sun. I wondered how long I would have to work in this field. I grabbed the basket and lifted it to rest atop of my head. 

“Pa!” I called “Can’t I enjoy the field just for a moment?” I noticed the shade from the trees at the edge of the field. For a moment, I was transported to the cool shade. I blinked.

“Irene, you gotta understand. It is a must that we get this cotton harvest in. There is no time for waiting and dreaming. Look at your brothers, what do they do? Is it easy for them? No,” Pa had started getting frustrated. I looked down. “We need this, you are family. No enjoying.”

I nodded and felt more sweat drip down my face. It was always the same with my father. Family had no choice but to help. But my pa couldn’t stop me from dreaming. Even as my hands grew raw from the husks, I would dream of soft and subtle hands. As the fabric of my dress clung to my back, I would dream of a cool river and the evening sun. I would dream of a place where my family wasn’t tied to the land. In these dreams, I promised myself that I would make sure my children would see a different sun. The sun could burn my skin but as I grew darker and darker I felt more and more alive.


This short fiction piece was inspired by the monthly Ekphrastic Challenge over at the Ekphrastic Review! I have been following this page ever since Ingrid mentioned it! It has been a great way to explore and challenge myself! The writers that are selected are those that have been in the writing game for a long time. But even still, each week I submit my piece to challenge myself and grow. I enjoy reading the selected responses and seeing how other’s have been inspired by the image! What would your response be?

Finishing Touch

“Hey babe” she called. “Keep the windows down while you go on to the highway. Then you can sing as loud as you want.” She tucked her hair behind her ear and waved goodbye. I tugged my bag to my shoulder, smiled and turned to get into the car. Leaving her was always hard, but her jokes and jabs always made me happy. I looked at her from the driver’s seat of the car and shouted back. “You only wish you could hear my sweet melodies. I only sing for my most special guests!” She smiled and waved. I couldn’t hear her response but she was laughing as I pulled away. Her smile was the finishing touch on a perfect trip. If only I didn’t have to go.


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Promptober Day 16: Goalkeeper

Mike stood at the end of the hallway. He had been here many times before. Whenever he stood there, he always felt a sense of dread. He remembered the yelling. The voices still clung to the wall as though they could speak about the past.

“You aren’t a winner are you? So you think you’re a good sport?” He heard his mother call after him. “Try doing something worthwhile with your time.”

She never understood his love for sports. His love for soccer. 

On the field, Mike felt needed, wanted. He felt important. It was there he saved the day. Everytime he stretched out and caught a shot before it became a goal. His team called him “Keeps” for short. He loved being part of a team. Something more than a boy standing at the end of the hallway. 

He blinked and wiped away the tears forming in his eyes. He was 17 years old for goodness sake. What his mom said shouldn’t get to him. Should it? Mike raced outside down the back steps. His older brother Kyle was sitting in the yard.

“Was it mom again?” his brother asked.

Mike wiped his nose. “Yeah, I guess. It’s stupid. Its not a big deal.”

Kyle stood up. “Honestly, Mike. If soccer is that important to you. It is a big deal when mom says that stuff. She hurts you on purpose. It’s not right.”

Mike looked at his older brother. Kyle was staring past him. Looking at his own memories.

Kyle said “I’m not gonna let mom tear you down. Not you too. Now get the soccer ball from the shed and lets practice.”

Mike turned and ran to the shed. His eyes started to tear up again but this time it was because he knew someone believed in him.


I am following along with Bethany Bloggs‘s prompt list! You can find the full list here: https://www.instagram.com/p/CFwfyWlgRNd/. Be sure to let me know if you are also following the prompts! I would love to read your inspired pieces. Photo by Ralph (Ravi) Kayden on Unsplash

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If you are interested in learning more about the inspiration and background of my work, check out my kofi page.

Promptober Day 15: Sunrise

Kiri gripped the ledge of the window. She stood on her toes to see. If only she was taller! She tugged her arms but didn’t lift any further. A deep laugh sounded behind her. Kiri turned to see Claude walk up. His tall Talchirian limbs swung at his sides. He filled a room with his large alien body. 

“Oh hi, Claude,” Kiri said. Claude looked down at Kiri. His four eyes all blinked at her at different times.

“Do you need help, my human female friend?” Claude’s voice reverberated through the room.

Kiri looked up sheepishly. “If you don’t mind,Claude. These windows are made for a larger species than my own.”

Claude’s long arms wrapped around her torso and he lifted Kiri up above the ledge of the window. She looked out of the window. There it was! Her beautiful earth! The big blue planet looked like a perfect round fruit in the sky. When the spacecraft made its rounds, this was Kiri’s favorite time to go planet-gazing. And look! There was the sun peaking out from behind the Earth. Kiri sighed.

“The Earth truly is a beautiful planet.” Claude said. “Have you been able to descend and traverse this planet?”

Kiri smiled. “Oh yes, the sunrise is the best part of the day. If only we could! Everything the earth’s atmosphere creates! It just dazzles the sky!”

“Would you say this view is beautiful?” Claude asked. “Please describe it to me.”

“Oh yes,” Kiri responded. She put her hand on Claude’s arm. “Don’t worry friend, I will make sure you get down there one day. Then I won’t have to tell you about it, you will just be able to remember.” 

Claude smiled. His human friend really was very kind.


I am following along with Bethany Bloggs‘s prompt list! You can find the full list here: https://www.instagram.com/p/CFwfyWlgRNd/. Be sure to let me know if you are also following the prompts! I would love to read your inspired pieces. Photo by Nick Scheerbart on Unsplash

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If you are interested in learning more about the inspiration and background of my work, check out my kofi page.

Prombtober Day 14: Fund

Thomas tapped his cigarette against the ashtray. The grey ash had started to pile up and the tray needed to be emptied. Sunlight hit Thomas’s eyes and he squinted at the room. His attention once again turned to the board meeting.

“And you think this will be an adequate solution?” Thomas heard his boss Andrew say. Andrew was standing with his hand in his pocket, slouching by the conference table. A clean shaven black man with a crisp white shirt framing his face.

“Andrew, we never said we wanted an end all solution. Just an alternative” one of the board members stated. 

Thomas puffed on his cigarette. This conversation had been going in circles and the stakeholders were not satisfied with the plan Andrew and he had offered. Luckily, Thomas didn’t do the talking. His friend was much better with the politics of business.

Andrew maintained his suave. “Our calculations are sound. Our goals are clear. If you are influenced by our advice, then you will see the funds triple in value. As we have shown in our projections.” He leaned back crossing his arms. “If not, then it is all your loss. Yours to lose.”

Andrew glanced at Thomas. His friend knew the bluff but the board members didn’t need to know. Thomas and Andrew had their own stakes in the game too. If the company moved forward, they would see a certain percentage of profits come their way. All under the table of course. Andrew’s cheeks slightly lifted. It was the only sign of his anxiety. Thomas puffed out the smoke.

“Gentlemen, lets say we move forward and end this discussion with a drink” he said mustering up his commanding voice. Thomas leaned back in his chair. The board was almost in the palm of their hand. The scheme was about to work. Why wouldn’t they just agree and call it?


I am following along with Bethany Bloggs‘s prompt list! You can find the full list here: https://www.instagram.com/p/CFwfyWlgRNd/. Be sure to let me know if you are also following the prompts! I would love to read your inspired pieces. Photo by NORTHFOLK on Unsplash

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If you are interested in learning more about the inspiration and background of my work, check out my kofi page.

Promptober Day 13: Grass

“Is this a good spot?” Laurie said arms outstretched. The clouds drifted slowly across the sky. Mira caught up to Laurie. The view here was perfect.

“Yes”, she said. “Laurie this is perfect”. He was smiling at the sun, arms still extended. Suddenly, he turned and caught Mira in his arms. He kissed her neck, squeezed and let her go. Sitting down, Laurie stretched himself back on the warm grass. Mira stood a bit longer, somewhat startled by Laurie’s acts of affection. Mira caught her breath again. Her fingers touched where Laurie’s lips had been. She blushed as she let the sun warm her face.

“Sit down with me, Mira” Laurie grabbed at her hand gently. Tugging ever so slightly. As Mira bent down to rest next to Laurie, he quickly pulled her back to lay down on the grass next to him. Fingertips brushing. They both gazed up at the blue sky and noticed the quiet waves of the wind on their faces. Mira breathed in deeply.

“Laurie?” she stared. 

“Hmm?”

Mira turned her head and noticed Laurie’s eyes were closed. He was fully relaxed with his hands resting on his stomach. He looked so peaceful. A perfect innocence resting on his face. A smile curled at Mira’s lips. In one quick movement, she lifted herself and bent over to Laurie kissing him on the lips. She dared not linger too long but the soft relaxed lips received her kiss willingly. Under her kiss, Mira felt Laurie’s lips curve into a smile. She pulled away feeling very embarrassed. She sat up.

“Mira?” Laurie’s eyes were opened. He looked at her blushing cheeks and back at her lips. He smiled. “Let’s rest here a little longer. Yes?” He reached out his hand and rested it on Mira’s.

“I would like that,” Mira whispered. The clouds slowly passed by. The wind blew through their hair. Mira shuddered and lifted Laurie’s hand that rested overtop her’s. She gave it a gentle kiss. The breeze rippled through the grass bringing the warm air to the couple as they watched the sky.


I am following along with Bethany Bloggs‘s prompt list! You can find the full list here: https://www.instagram.com/p/CFwfyWlgRNd/. Be sure to let me know if you are also following the prompts! I would love to read your inspired pieces. Photo by Toa Heftiba on Unsplash.

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If you are interested in learning more about the inspiration and background of my work, check out my kofi page.

Promptober Day 12: Cassette

Sherlock ran over to the bookcase. He grabbed at the old dictionary, heaving it from the shelf. 

“UGH!” he said. “This is heavy!” Sherlock started to tilt, losing balance.

“WOAH!” Claire shouted racing over to her best friend. She pushed her hands to his back to steady him. “You gotta be careful Sherlock!”

“I know, I know” he said. Sherlock put the book on the ground with a thunk. He got to his knees and started flipping through the pages.

Claire sat down next to him and watched Sherlock fan through the “B’s”, “C’s” and “D’s”.

“What word are you looking for?” she asked.

Sherlock pushed his sliding glasses up his nose. “I am looking for the “K’s”, I think.” He kept flipping through the pages, eyes scanning. Licking his thumb, Sherlock grabbed the corner of each page. Claire snorted.

“You look like an old man!” She laughed. “Only my Gran-ma does stuff like that” Claire leaned back on her arms and looked up at the bookshelf where Sherlock had grabbed the dictionary. It was filled with old codexes and encyclopedias. She thought she read titles in different languages.

“I wonder why this house is filled with such weird books,” Claire said. She sighed. Sherlock was so intent on his search that he didn’t respond. Pretty typical from her single minded friend. Claire glanced back down to her friend.

“Found it!” Sherlock’s fingers had stopped at a word on the page. He was face close to the paper. He read aloud “Kassite- a member of an ancient people related to the Elamite who ruled Babylonia from c1650 to c1100 b.c. This is it Claire!”

“I’m sorry, what?” Claire did not follow. “I think you missed a step, what is it?”

Sherlock turned, unperturbed by Claire’s confusion. “Remember how Mrs. Feltman told us the story about the person who used to live here? She said that her neighbor disappeared suddenly but left a weird message on her answering machine.” Sherlock paused and stared past Claire.

Clair stared at her friend. “Continue please! Sherlock you’re talking in your head again!” She nudged Sherlock.

“Oh yeah” Sherlock blinked and looked back at Claire. She could see the excitement in his eyes. He was having trouble verbalizing everything. 

“Claire, Mrs. Feltman said the message was something like ‘Time to go, these cassettes are brilliant.’ Mrs. Feltman thought her neighbor said cassette. What if he said something else?” Dramatically, Sherlock reached out and swung his hand back to the dictionary.

“What if he said Kassite! Claire that would mean only one thing!”

Claire was still lost. “One thing?”

Sherlock jumped up unable to contain his excitement. “It means he traveled back in time to Kassites!”


I am following along with Bethany Bloggs‘s prompt list! You can find the full list here: https://www.instagram.com/p/CFwfyWlgRNd/. Be sure to let me know if you are also following the prompts! I would love to read your inspired pieces. Photo by Toa Heftiba on Unsplash.

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If you are interested in learning more about the inspiration and background of my work, check out my kofi page.

Promptober Day 11: River

Here I come to the edge of the waters. The bubbling over the rocks. The soft moss under my hooves. My mother told me about this place. Where the river runs softly to the rhythm of the forest. I know that there is peace in this space. The old maple hangs onto the banks, roots curled around rocks and earth. She whispers to me. Singing of a song older than my own herd. Older than most memories. I dip my head to taste the water. Mother always told me running water was the sweetest. She is right. The cool refreshing taste filling my heart and my mouth. I wonder where my mother has gone. She said we would meet at the river. A place to find those you love. I lift my head and notice a woodpecker on a branch of the old maple. He tells me of a different world where bugs and feathers meet. I blink to tell him hello. Where is my mother? I ask the bird. He does not answer and instead flies away. Toward the sky. I hear a rustling to my left. My heart starts to beat fast, legs ready to run. A tiny chipmunk scurries through the brush and over stones. He glances at me and continues on his way. I relax again knowing the chipmunk wants to be alone. I am alone but where is my mother?


I am following along with Bethany Bloggs‘s prompt list! You can find the full list here: https://www.instagram.com/p/CFwfyWlgRNd/. Be sure to let me know if you are also following the prompts! I would love to read your inspired pieces. Photo by Martin Sanchez on Unsplash

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If you are interested in learning more about the inspiration and background of my work, check out my kofi page.

Promptober Day 10: Transform

Mia turned to look at herself in the mirror. Her shabby shoes and turtleneck did not do much to improve her appearance. The dark jeans and shirt paired with her dark hair felt drab in a monotone way. She wished upon a star that for the tea party event she could have dressed up. Mia’s best friend Darla was hosting a party where all the girls in their class were supposed to dress up and pretend to be fancy for one evening. She had helped Darla pick out her dress. A beautiful lilac piece with lace on the cuffs and trim. A matching pair of tights and gloves to make the outfit complete. Mia had smiled when Darla showcased the outfit from the dressing room. She was so excited for her friend!

Even with that excitement, Mia felt a ping of sadness and embarrassment. There was no way she could ask her mother to splurge on a new party outfit. She had last year’s Easter dress; but her mom has picked it out for her. A tea length dress that did very little to flatter Mia’s curves and legs. So Mia had relegated herself to wearing normal clothes to the party. She knew her best friend would be disappointed but Darla would be understanding. She would be sure to be the one taking all the fancy pictures to make sure no one would remember her lack of an outfit.

Mia glanced again into the mirror. Tugging at her shirt, she made one last effort to straighten her outfit. Looking back at her reflection, she noticed a sparkling light above her left shoulder. Mia blinked again. The light seemed to hover slightly. She turned to see if the bright sparkle existed in real life. There was no light above her shoulder. Just air. Mia glanced back at the mirror. The bright sparkle still hung in the air. The reflection somehow was capturing something that did not exist. Mia reached out and leaned closer to the mirror. Her fingertips touched the place where the bright sparkle floated. Suddenly, Mia felt a warmth spread through her fingers down her palm. The light started to grow and change into bright blues and pinks. Her feet lifted from the ground and her legs tilted upward. The changing light started to swirl around her arms, chest and torso: all the while changing from pink to blue. Mia heard a soft voice say “You are beautiful!”. She no longer could see her reflection or the mirror, it was too bright. But Mia noticed how her clothing felt as though it was sliding off her skin. She looked down at her arms to find them covered in long sleeves with a soft floral pattern. Her body still lifted into the air and she started to swirl along with the light arms outstretched. Mia’s clothes changed completely in an array of light and movement. She was no longer wearing her drab clothes and instead was twirling in a beautiful tea dress with new shoes and accessories to match. Slowly, Mia lowered to the floor of her bedroom. She was shocked. Somehow the light had changed her clothes and outfit. She was wearing a beautiful dress, new victorian button boots and a delicate parasole hung on her wrist. Mia looked in the mirror. It was the perfect outfit! The one she had been dreaming of for weeks before the party! An outfit she could never have. Mia’s eyes started to well. What good magic had been sent to give her such a gift? Could she ever thank that person? 

Mia heard her mom call from downstairs. She had so many questions but it was time to go. Time to go to the party! She would be able to fit in and not feel embarrassed. Mia glanced once more into the mirror.

“You are beautiful” She said to her reflection.


I am following along with Bethany Bloggs‘s prompt list! You can find the full list here: https://www.instagram.com/p/CFwfyWlgRNd/. Be sure to let me know if you are also following the prompts! I would love to read your inspired pieces. Photo by XINYI SONG on Unsplash

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If you are interested in learning more about the inspiration and background of my work, check out my kofi page.