IT’S THAT TIME AGAIN…THE HIGH POINT IN YOUR WEEK
“The weekly gathering of the Fictioneers has commenced. Bring out the halt, the lame, the blind, the murderers and aliens, vampires and vamps. Look carefully and you might see a human or two. Take them all, stir thoroughly, add a dollop of disbelief, a soupçon of silliness. Dip a spoon into the resulting slumgullion: each recipe meticulously prepared, marvelously rendered, tasty to the tongue. Your personal recipe is solicited or feel free to simply feast and go away replete; perhaps not always uplifted, but with your brain stimulated.” —Janet Webb
Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. (No one will be ostracized for going over or under the word count.)
Make every word count.
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My story will follow the prompt for those who might be distracted by reading a story before writing their own . I enjoy your comments.
In 1947 six-year-old Lyudmila moved from Poland with Father to her uncle’s dairy farm in upstate New York. She milked cows and gathered eggs. Every morning the Catskills kissed the sky. A bright, happy place for a child.
“So young she won’t remember,” whispered Aunt Dora one night over dinner.
Weeks later Lyudmila twisted her ankle on a tree root.
“Just a sprain,” said Dr. Meinenger. “You will be sehr gut as new, Liebling.”
His gentle touch and familiar accent stirred sleeping memories.
Dr. Mengele’s gloved fingers.
Her twin sister’s severed limbs on the operating table.
Lyudmila would never forget.
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