July 10, 2018 – Prompt – Strawberry, AR

The strawberries were red and luscious. The weather had cooperated this year and fields of sweet, dark red berries abounded. Everything was quiet when David checked his field one final time before he retired for the night. He was antsy because the next day he had set aside for harvesting and packing his strawberries for the strawberry festival.

It was two a.m. when David was awakened by the sound of thunder. He got up from his bed and looked outside to see that the wind was blowing the tops of the trees around. Still, he thought, maybe it wouldn’t be bad enough to damage his beautiful crop. That was when the hail started. Half an hour later, it was all over.

David gave up on strawberries. He opened a petting farm and changed the name of his town to Billy Goat Hill.

©Karen Hydock

July 3, 2018 – Prompt – Flag, Fireworks,Parade & Picnic

It was twenty-nine years ago, yet I can still remember when I close my eyes.

I can’t recall why we missed the parade. I hate standing for those anyways, and she wasn’t there.

Our picnic spot was good of course with her there—anywhere would have been perfect.

Once the sun set it wasn’t the fireworks, but the dark between them I waited for, stealing kisses to avoid my father’s notice.

The flag and the anthem arrived all too soon announcing the end.