A word prompt to get your creativity flowing this weekend. How you use the prompt is up to you. Write a piece of flash fiction, a poem, a chapter for your novel…anything you like. Or take the challenge below – there are no prizes – it’s not a competition but rather a fun writing exercise. If you want to share what you come up with, please leave a link to it in Sammi’s Comment Section.
TASKMASTER
Gazing out the window, she remembers the carefree days before her indenturing. Soft bed. Fresh linens. Stylish clothes.
The twinkling stars mock her and the man in the moon laughs in her face.
“I’m a slave to an imperious, self-centered, bald tyrant. He owns me. His every wish is my command. His every need is my assignment.”
She falls wearily into bed, hoping for a few hours of unfettered slumber. Drifting off, she dreams of parties, plays and concerts until a shrill demand shatters her peace.
“Coming master.”
She settles into a rocking chair and bundles her ten-pound taskmaster to her breast. Before latching, he flashes his first smile. Her pulse races “You own me, my son and I wouldn’t change a thing.”
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Dear Rochelle,
What a wonderful story! I love these ones… I am still struggling with where to go on this one.
Shalom and lotsa love that we find at 3 am,
Dale
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Dear Dale,
They are our lords and masters at that age, aren’t they? I remember feeling so frazzled until I held that little peanut in my arms. Suddenly it didn’t matter that it was the middle of the night.
Shalom and lotsa peaceful hugs,
Rochelle
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They sure are the boss of us… Funny how we don’t mind it – at times 😉
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Perfect! Babies are the most demanding and imperious masters. But how we love them.
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Dear Sadje,
So true. Thank you.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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You’re welcome, Rochelle. 🙏
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Awwww …. you were (and are) a cutie darling!
And … here’s to the wonders of attachment … and love.
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Na’ama Y’karah,
A little slow to reply this weekend, but you know the reason why. Thank you for your sweet words. Truthfully, those days of feeling like a slave seem so very long ago. How could those sweet babies be grown men already?
Shalom,
Rochelle
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I KNOW!!!! How do they grow up zoomaliciously this way???
And … yes, I know you’ve been occupied with other things. Sending hugs, Na’ama
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That’s an awesome twist, Rochelle. Great story and so true. 🙂
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Thank you, David. So sweet to see you here. (Hope you’ll drop by my FF story, too…found a tasty bit of history. 😉 ) Sounds like you’ve been very busy. Happy belated New Year to you.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Good story of a mothers feelings.
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Thank you, m’love. Thinking a lot about mothers this weekend. ❤
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Amen. Mom always thought you were the Bee’s Knee’s.
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The joys of parenthood! Excellent use of a rarely used word Rochelle.
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Dear Keith,
I’m always amazed at where Sammi’s words take me. Very different from Friday Fictioneers. Thank you.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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