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Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. (No one will be ostracized for going a few words over the count.)
Make every word count.
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Genre: Literary Fiction
Word Count: 100
UNEXPECTED GIFT-UNEXPECTED TIME
Charli’s hiking boots are caked with dried mud that defies my cleaning efforts.
From her first cry, I dreamed of dressing my firstborn in pink pinafores with ruffled lace. But, before she turned two, Charli made it clear she detested pink.
Since then, I’ve given birth to another tomboy and a son who happens to love pink. Go figure.
After the accident on her thirteenth birthday, the boots were the only part of Charli I didn’t sell, toss or donate.
I listen for the doorbell. In a moment I’ll meet the girl to whom I gave my daughter’s untamed heart.