Millicent finished a bowl of hot soup and left the church cafeteria. She didn’t complain as she limped slowly toward the park. She knew she was luckier than others.
In the tunnel, she wrapped her blanket more tightly around her shoulders and gave thanks before drifting off to dreamless sleep.
My November submission to 50 Word Stories
It rained the day I was born. Momma says the angels were crying because I left them.
Daddy laughs and says I poked a hole in the clouds on my way down. Momma and I just smile.
She winks at me and tucks a stray feather back under my sweater.
My 50 Word Story for October
Dr. Gennit was close to a breakthrough. His devotion to finding a cure for Alzheimer’s was legendary.
He’d been care giver for his mother, watching her steady decline, eventual death.
We thought he was just overworked until he left the lab today.
” I really can’t stay. Mother has dinner ready.”
Featured today on 50 word Stories
Heirloom Gardening –
She was an old woman spending summers bent over planting, weeding, harvesting.
I watched from my window as she used her cane, to search for beans and cucumbers.
Now I am the old woman, bent over, sowing seeds saved by her.
I harvest a bit of her with each picking.
Story of the week for June 1-7 at 50-Word Stories
She was a diviner. Some claimed she was a prophet; others believed she was a witch.
She could not only find water but other lost things. Not just keys or socks but hope and love.
She found me when my neighbor’s well went dry. I didn’t know I was lost.
This story just earned “Story of the Week” over at 50-Word Stories.