February 13, 2018 – Prompt – A rose with a letter attached hung from the door. The letter simply said: “See you at 8 o’clock.

A rose with a letter attached hung from the door. The letter simply said “See you at 8:00 o’clock.”
Mary fidgeted the letter back into the envelope. She looked to the left. She looked to the right far down the street. No one. Could this be Ralph? He’s been staring at me for weeks. He asked me out but I ruined him down. Well, who knows. Could it be Bill? Oh, I hope it’s Bill. Big hunky Bill, with that welcoming smile, and that racy red sports car.
I better pick up the laundry, wash the dishes, and clean off the dining table. I know, I can use that red lace covered pot, put the rose in it, and use it for the center piece. Time passed, the meal cooked, and everything set out.
Eight o’clock rolled around. DING, DONG. “Hello?”
We are from the Jehovah Witness…..

Kevin Draper

*****

A single rose with a letter attached hung from the door. The letter simply stated, “See you at eight o’clock.”
The rose was blue, a light shade of blue that matched Kaylee’s front door. A black wreath hung on the door as well, although it was beginning to turn more of a dark gray.
Weathered though it was, Kaylee wasn’t ready to take it down yet. Twelve days had gone by painfully slow since Brian, her fiancee, had died.
Today was Valentine’s Day, it was to have been their wedding day. Kaylee took the rose in her hand, lifting it to her face. There was no scent.
The rose and letter couldn’t have been there for long, she’d been gone from her apartment just an hour or so. She had no idea who had left it there. She turned and sat down on the stoop.

Karen Hydock

 

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February 6, 2018 – Prompt – She opened the door to hundreds of roses. She knew they were from him. He had found her.

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 2/6/18 Prompt: She opened the door to hundreds of roses. She knew they were from him. He had found her.

She tasted the metallic dryness of her mouth, felt the dampness of her palms, and heard her blood pulse in her ears. She slammed the door and sank to the floor too stunned to weep.

Seven years she had lived in exile in the Sonoran Desert feeling a little freer and maybe even more confident with each season, but that all evaporated in a moment. What was her plan? She used to have one for this day. Why had she neglected her go bag?

A feeling descended upon her, a dark coolness, resolute and final. She opened the door, picked up the roses—it took her five armloads—and shoved them into the trash can next to her garage, walked back inside, and closed only the security door. There would be no more running.

Her tiny shaking fingers slipped the Kimber Micro 9 into her back jeans pocket as she strode to the kitchen to make iced tea.

Erv Barnes

*****

Ella silently screamed when she opened the door to find a delivery man carrying 100s of roses. “Sign here.” He said, holding out a pad and pen.

Ellen tried to act composed, “surely you must have the wrong address.”

“No miss.” He replied looking down at the pad. “This is the right address.”

“Well I refuse the delivery.” she insisted.

“That’s your prerogative.” The man stammered, “ but I don’t think it will do much good. The man who placed the order is right behind me. Perhaps you can tell him yourself.” The delivery man ran off revealing a tall dark figure.

“Oh my God!” Ella screamed. “It’s you. How did you find me.“

“I’ve followed your moves for the past 5 years. Did you think you could ignore the contract you made that allowed you to enjoy your stardom and lavish life. Now that your five years are up, I’ve come to collect your soul and take it back with me to Hell.”

The devil then laughed a wicked laugh and disappeared in a puff of smoke with Ella.

Linda Scott

January 30, 2018 – Prompt – Write a Scene that involves a toe poking out of a sock

It was a giveaway, when I saw from under the bed, a toe poking out of a sock.

Little Sean, had run away from home. He was five years old. His father had punished him for leaving the door of the chicken coop open.

The weather was fierce, the rain came down in sheets. The temperature dipped toward the freezing mark. Where could he run and not freeze to death?

Police gathered on the family farm, along with neighbors. The search would be organized. In the meantime mom was frantic. She had pains in her chest, shortness of breath…tears. She slumped to the floor. Next thing my mother was being resuscitated.

Watching, I stood frozen. Then as she came to, I screamed. “Sean is ok! I found him under my bed with our dog Duke. He’s ok mom, he’s ok”!

Now, years later I am a mother of a five-year-old. I look back on that day when my brother disappeared and shudder. Sean was gone a relatively short time, but it’s a lifetime for a mother.

By Carol Camilla Taylor

 

*****

Setting: Aisle in a local home store
Characters: Cal and Jeff, local old-timers

Cal speaking in a hushed voice:
“I have never seen the likes of this.”

Shakes his head and chuckles
“Why, down-home we would never go out with such. It is just scandalous.”

Jeff using a loud deep voice:
“This is a different time and place. It isn’t that these folks don’t give a damn. They have a different kettle of fish to fry. Feeding nine mouths takes all their time and cash. Even the extra odd jobs don’t add up to enough.”

Cal
But they could take care of what they have. A toe poking out of a sock? Really? You’ve heard of “a stitch in time”? Next thing you know the whole sock will be just a rag. Why, in my day Ma would mend our clothes, even our socks.

Jeff
Ya, when did we start throwing away instead of fixing things?

Cal
Maybe the young in’s would like to learn some of the old skills. We sure could teach them a thing or two. Wanna give it a try?”

Dr. J. Mowczko

Our writing prompt responses are always a revelation and we welcome any replies. This week’s prompt was a first and it was all the result of the word SCENE. One can interpret  that in many ways. One member gave us a scene from a screenplay.