Right Now, I Am…



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Right now, I am;

Planning tomorrow’s lunch.

Planning next week’s schedule for my other blog. This one still feels like a mistress or whatever is the masculine equivalent of that.

Concocting a Valentine’s Day dessert in my mind and simultaneously scoffing at just what an empty shell of a celebration it really is.

Thinking of making a list for an impending travel.

Dreading the cleaning, sorting, packing and organizing part of it.

Wondering if I should do something about my sore throat.

Thanking my lucky stars it is not as cold as last week.

Looking at my word count!


Written as part of the 100 Words On Saturday challenge at Write Tribe. Today there is no prompt or theme. Kind of a write whatever comes to mind exercise.

Hope you enjoyed!


Her Father’s Lamp



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“Are you sure it’s here?”

“I don’t know. All mother would say was that she sold it to Bob.”

“This is Bob’s stall, but I don’t see him or the lamp.”

Kate thought of her mother. Sweet but senile. Yesterday, she had sold most of her antiques to her neighbor, the nosy dealer. He had ripped her off.

All Kate needed was the lamp. Her father’s.

Her only memory of her father was that of him sitting in the study, with the lamp on and a book in his hands.

She was 4 when he died.

She was never going to find the lamp now, was she?

This is written as part of the Friday Fictioneers Challenge – Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. Today’s prompt is the above picture.

Hope you enjoyed.