Rotten #99WordStories

Posted on May 4, 2022 by Gloria

The masked face stood over my dread-filled body. Inhale through the left nostril, exhale from the right; they said to do, in a book I read once. So I did. Imagine having your feet massaged. Visualise soft hands gently kneading away your fear. I did that too. But I couldn’t relax my tremoring body. I dug my fingernails into the palms of my sweaty hands as his latex fingers came at me.

I cried inside as I imagined life without lemon drops and fudge. I tasted blood. I felt dizzy. Then it was all over. Another rotten tooth extracted!

Written for Charli Mills at Carrot Ranch. #99WordStories. In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about extraction. What is being extracted and from where?

Miss Parker #99WordStories

Posted on April 8, 2022 by Gloria

99-word stories for Charli Mills at Carrot Ranch; April 4, 2022, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story to explain “baby ducks ate my lunch.” How did that happen? Who is the protagonist? Where did the baby ducks come from? Go where the prompt leads!

Miss Parker is a nice teacher. When I told her I lost my coat pockets, she knew I lied. She knew my mammy sewed them up.

When I told her I lost the gloves she knitted for me, she knew my mammy took them.

And when I told her that the baby ducks ate my lunch, she knew I didn’t have any in the first place.

When I told her my mammy was gone away to find my daddy, she knew it wasn’t true. She knew my mother was gone for good.

I like my new mammy, Miss Parker.

The collection of last week’s 99-word stories can be read here; Disappearance.

Dear Ex…#100DaysOfOldDays

Posted on March 30, 2022 by Gloria

Day 46 #100DaysOfOldDays

Today’s post is also for Charli Mills’ #99WordStories on Carrot Ranch

Dear Sweet Ex,

It’s been 22 years since we broke up and I think about you every day. I live in hope that someone, somewhere in Cavan will bring you back.

I’ll always remember the night Gloria and Tricia got us together. It was love at first sight. Together we were dynamite! We were like Black Magic melting in a dark pool of crema topped Nespresso.

Since your disappearance, I’ve been raw. All I have now are my memories and memes on Facebook.

Cavan Cola, you were the best thing that ever happened to me!

Forever yours

Tia Maria.

Cavan Cola; 1958 – 2001

Robocop With a Quill #100DaysOfOldDays

Posted on March 10, 2022 by Gloria

Day 26 #100DaysOfOldDays

I had a beginner’s typewriter when I was about 10. I was in my element with it. Apart from the times when the ribbon came loose and my words blurred on the page. I’d go to my dad for him to fix it.

‘Aw Jesus, not again,’ he’d say.