Malcolm, Mildred, Jason and Joy

Had to share this Friday Fictioneers piece. A mind-bender for sure…at least for this often clueless senior…
………hugmamma.

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Malcolm and Mildred had lived here for years. At first just a house, they’d eventually made it their home.

Mildred was pregnant, and if history (and the size of her tummy) were anything to go by, she was pregnant with septuplets. At this stage in proceedings Malcolm had taken on the role of hunter-gatherer. Every morning he’d be up early scratching around, looking for items that would sustain his ever-growing family. Lately things had been quiet. Times were tough.

Jason and Joy had lived here for years. At first it was their home, but the rat problem had become intolerable.


This piece was submitted as part of Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. 1 photograph. 100 words. Over 120 people taking part. And hey, if you still can’t get enough – why not check out my almost-FREE eBook, People Watching. US link here, UK link there.

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100 word challenge: anonymous

KARMA…MANUFACTURED

“I sent it! I sent it!” squealed Abby as she flew through the front door, carelessly dropping her backpack and hoodie on the foyer floor.

“What’s all the commotion?” queried grandma as she stuck her head out of the kitchen, where heavenly aromas were threatening to engulf the entire house. 

Pausing to catch her breath, Abby sniffed the air exclaiming “Whatcha making, grams?”

“Your favorite…monster cookies!” grandma replied, having returned to making magic as only she knew how. 

Joining her grandmother, Abby explained. “Remember the lotion you brewed that made my zits worse?  “

“I sent it to Victoria from…

…ANONYMOUS.”  IMG_0705

…a thief in the night…

The night had a thousand eyes, or so Bunny imagined. 

“Dare I chance her wrath again?”

Throwing caution to the wind, Bunny made his move.

Seeking cover as he made his way in the dark, he paused frequently to peek from behind…blooming hydrangeas…giant hostas…feathery ferns…and towering sedums

“Be still my thumping heart.” 

Bunny’s nose perked up as he neared the nasturtium, its abundant growth cascading over the rock wall. Droplets of saliva glistened near the corners of his mouth.

Eyeballing the distance to the sweet-scented blooms, Bunny lurched forward.

Lights! Screams! Hugmamma!

Busted!!!

Bolting!!!

...bunny's favorite...

…bunny’s favorite…

...survived another night raid...

…survived another night raid…

100 Word Challenge writing prompt

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