The following photo is this week’s PROMPT. What stands out? What type of story does it tell you? Tell us in a hundred words or less.
My story comes after the prompt and the blue inLinkz frog. I appreciate honest comments and crit. The artwork afterward is original and used for the sole purpose of illustrating my story. Permission required to use it. Thank you and shalom.
Genre: Memoir
Word Count: 100
GRACE
In the midst of running, swimming and daily calisthenics, all at a frenetic pace, I fantasized about onion rings and fried chicken. Low numbers were all that mattered. One hundred calories per meal. Twenty pink pills to purge them. The scale hovered between eighty-five and eighty-four.
“You like my new jeans?” I asked my friend Linda. “I can’t believe they fit.”
“What size?” Her ice-blue gaze met mine.
“Zero.”
“You’ll look nice in your child-size coffin.”
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Now I run and swim at a comfortable pace and not a day goes by that I don’t thank Linda for my life.
Author’s Note: After I made the difficult decision to move on, Linda and I tossed those skinny jeans down the trash compactor in the backroom of our store. I don’t tell this to garner sympathy. It’s something I went through and have conquered with the help of excellent therapy and good friends. Life is all grist for the mill, isn’t it?