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The prompt this week is the front porch of an old hotel in Missouri. There are stone arches in front. Double wooden doors welcome the guests. There is a light over the front doors. Through the glass on the doors and the windows you can see the pleasant lobby. Welcome! Enjoy your stay! 😉
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Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100
BLACK THURSDAY
Henry had a lucrative position with a Kansas City bank, a dream home, and a beautiful wife. The world was his oyster.
He’d booked a room in Booneville at the Frederick Hotel where they’d spent their wedding night. It was a crisp October day. Perfect for celebrating their first anniversary.
As he was packing the telephone rang.
Tears blurred his vision that night at dinner. How can I tell her we’ve lost everything?
As he groped for the right words, Ginny blurted out. “Oh Henry, 1930 is going to be the best year ever! You’re going to be a daddy!”




What a twist!
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It was such a great twist, Rochelle!
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“It never rains, but it pours”. You have hit the emotional button in this little story, and a moment of moral courage is expected; but how will he respond?
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Wow, those emotions are poles apart! Great twist!
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The timing’s awkward
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That’s not going to work out so well. Still, a lot of people managed during the depression. I hope they do too.
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I can’t imagine how he coped with all that. A great little tale, Rochelle.
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Dear Rochelle,
Talk about a roller-coaster of emotions – all in one evening! I shall choose to believe they will figure it out.
Lotsa love to them and you,
Dale
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Too many lucrative banking and other financial type jobs are what led up to the crash, I believe, just as the moneygrubbers keep sucking the lifeblood out of the rest of us. I feel sorry for the baby yet to be born, but maybe if Henry sees what it’s like to scrape by he will have an epiphany.
Good story, Rochelle!
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Oops. A terrible time to have lived through. I can’t imagine loosing everything overnight. The financial breakdown destroyed so many lives. Some recovered, many did not. Good story.
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