Today Pegman walks through Portal, ND
Bizzy bizzy weekend so I’m late for the party, but I just can’t seem to avoid it. I’m not sure if it’s the lure of choosing my own prompt, since I choose the prompts for Friday Fictioneers. 😉 Nonetheless, it’s different and if the muse tells me a story I havta write it. Write? Of course, write!
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Genre: Historical Faction
Word Count: 150
BE IT EVER SO DYSFUNCTIONAL, THERE’S NO PLACE LIKE EMOH
Elise picked up a magazine from the end table and flipped through the pages, stopping at an article about Portal, North Dakota. “Lovely place. Looks safe.”
“Let’s start where we left off.” Audrey peered over her reading glasses. “Tell me more about your childhood.”
“Idyllic. I drank from garden hoses and bought spoon malts from the ice cream man.”
Audrey’s mouth twisted to one side. “Last week you told me your uncle forced you to—”
“Did I ever tell you about my dog Ami? Odd little Beagle. Hated to be petted.”
“Evasive.” Audrey wrote on her clipboard. “Tell me more about the fights at the diner.”
Memories flooded Elise. Four years old again, she huddled under a table.
Dad lunged at Mom. “You selfish bitch!”
Mom hurled a napkin holder, clipping his forehead. “I hate you!”
Elise bit her trembling lip. “Aside from that, I had a perfect childhood.”