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Not on my flyplan (August 24 th)

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Amanda had built her plane alone and won the respect of everyone in the airport. She was their little princess in a fly jacket. « Foolish » she thought but didn’t rebel since they all respected her privacy when she was perched on a wing working on her baby.
–Excuse me ?

Amanda almost fell. She shot a mad look at the stranger.
– Would you consider taking a passenger ?
– I’m flying nowhere now, she said staring at her broken goggles on the floor.

He took his shades off and gave them to her.
– And now ?
– You’re not on my flyplan.
– Maybe you’re on mine.

This post is an answer to today’s Dailypost prompt  :  Que sera sera.

This story is a part of my summer writing challenge : writing a 100 word story everyday, the 45th installment.

You can read all the details of my challenge and my reasons for doing it (and not CampNaNoWriMo) here.

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Out of his mind (august 14 th)

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This is the fifth part of Casey and Sabina story :

1/ Tell him or lose him anyway

2/ Libérée, délivrée

3/ Wish him well

4/ Purple hair, purple hair

Alexander pushed the call button for the tenth time in one hour. And hung up, again. He poured a glass from his soon to be extinguished bottle of whisky and dwelved on a pity monologue.

He made it to the eleventh call but someone picked up before he could dive into his self destruction pattern.

– Alex, seven a.m. dammit.
– Sabina ? Where’s Casey ?
– She moved on, man. And she flew away from me. How do you think that feels ?
– Dreadful.
– Tell her why you left and end this thing. My hair is purple for god’s sake.
– Ouch. Got whisky ?
– Shut up.

This post is an answer to today’s Dailypost prompt  : Break the silence.

This story is a part of my summer writing challenge : writing a 100 word story everyday, the 35 th installment.

You can read all the details of my challenge and my reasons for doing it (and not CampNaNoWriMo) here.

I hope you will like today’s story and please do not hesitate to leave a comment.

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Purple hair, Purple hair (august 13 th)

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This is the fourth part of Casey and Sabina story :

1/ Tell him or lose him anyway

2/ Libérée, délivrée

3/ Wish him well

“I enrolled in the Wild Forest Project” Casey said earlier that day.

Casey couldn’t do such a huge mistake on my watch. A mirror of irresponsibility was my tactical weapon.

By the evening, I had everything planned : mess on my desk, junk food in the fridge and a funky hair dye color.

The door creaked, her boots knocked the wooden floor.

“Purple rocks with your carnation” she said. “It’s shiny.”

“What is it for ? I asked pointing at the hot air balloon model in her hand.”

“Canopy observation.”

As she left for Brazil, Purple Rain’s lyrics invaded in my domicile.

This post is an answer to today’s Dailypost prompt  :  Sweeping motions.

It’s also an answer to the Ballon Fiesta prompt on the more than 100 words blog.

This story is a part of my summer writing challenge : writing a 100 word story everyday, the 34 th installment.

You can read all the details of my challenge and my reasons for doing it (and not CampNaNoWriMo) here.

I hope you will like today’s story and please do not hesitate to leave a comment.

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This is not what the craftroom is made for (august 11 th)

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How many times have I tried to craft a prosthetic leg for me ?

Zillions. Results? Nada.

Last night attempt was closest to success number one. I only had to polish a stainless steel section.

And Yolande showed up.

She tried to speak above the sander noise. I couldn’t bear seeing her distorted face so I turned the machine off.

“Again, let there be orgies in this room.”

Blood rushed out of my face straight to my foot.

“How many times have you said it ?”

“Three, why ?”

“Oh boy. Third time’s a charm” I said dropping the tube on the floor.

 

This post is an answer to today’s Dailypost prompt  :  History of Language.


This story is a part of my summer writing challenge : writing a 100 word story everyday, the 32nd installment.

You can read all the details of my challenge and my reasons for doing it (and not CampNaNoWriMo) here.

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Wish him well (august 10 th)

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This is the third part of Casey and Sabina story :

1/ Tell him or lose him anyway

2/ Libérée, délivrée

I found Casey sitting on the floor, clothes and other belongings loitering the carpet around her. She sipped on a glass of Champagne with a swiss clock regularity.

Paul MacCartney’s duet with Michael Jackson came out of the stereo and she sang “say say say” along.

« Do I have to worry or should I drink with you ? »

Casey stood up, grabbed what I recognized to be gifts from Alexander and headed to the bathroom. I lost patience.

« What now, Casey ? »

« I’m gonna make a wish. »

The next second she tossed a ring, a key and a necklace in the loo.

This post is an answer to today’s Dailypost prompt  :  three coins in the fountain.

This story is a part of my summer writing challenge : writing a 100 word story everyday, the 31 th installment.

You can read all the details of my challenge and my reasons for doing it (and not CampNaNoWriMo) here.

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Saut d’obstacles (august 9th)

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Dans sa roulotte, Marika dormait, noyée dans son océan d’édredons.

Elle s’agitait, combattait dans son sommeil.

Henri entra sur la pointe des pieds.

Entre les pannes mécaniques, les tempêtes, les épidémies et la pénurie de noix de cajou, les ennuis étaient réels, la lutte quotidienne.

Henri caressa les cheveux de sa femme et elle ouvrit les yeux.

– Quoi encore ?

Sans un mot, Henri lui montra sa tenue de dresseuse accrochée à la porte.

– Déjà ?

Henri hocha la tête.

– Tu sais chéri, à force de sauter des obstacles, je me sens comme une jument de course.

Henri lui sourit puis hennit joyeusement.

 

 

This post is an answer to today’s Dailypost prompt  :  Obstacle Course.

dancingKirkThis story is a part of my summer writing challenge : writing a 100 word story everyday, the 30 th installment.

 

You can read all the details of my challenge and my reasons for doing it (and not CampNaNoWriMo) here.

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Time travelling words (august 8th)

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This story is the sequel to Joséphine’s Diary posted on July 30th.

Sandra would spend hours in the attic sorting her dead mother’s belongings.

Aviator goggles, Indian saris, djelabas and fatma hands shared the room with a library, exceptionnal in its litterary content, extraordinary in its technical knowledge gathering.

Yet , only a pile of dusty leather covered note books caught her attention.  She placed them in the « keep box », ran her fingers on the last one and didn’t resist the urge to open it.

Joséphine Charpentier’s diary entries were her favorite bedtime stories. She relished her words, and jut like her, just like her mother, she traveled the world.

 

This post is an answer to today’s Dailypost prompt  :  Bedtime Stories.

This story is a part of my summer writing challenge : writing a 100 word story everyday, the 29 th installment.

Today’s prompt brought me back to a softer territory, in the universe set by Mlle Louise in her text « Entre les lignes ».

You can read all the details of my challenge and my reasons for doing it (and not CampNaNoWriMo) here.

I hope you will like today’s story and please do not hesitate to leave a comment.