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“All you have to do is write one true sentence. Write the truest sentence that you know. So finally I would write one true sentence, and then go on from there. It was easy then because there was always one true sentence that I knew or had seen or had heard someone say.”- Ernest Hemingway


I’ve Been Watching You

Flash Fiction for Inspiring Writers has a flash fiction picture prompt every week.  Below is the picture for this week(I’ve caught the tail end of it-I’m such a newbie 🙂 ).  I thought it would be fun to participate and to share it with any of you that are interested.  As always I love comments, so feel free to leave me one.  I will comment back. If you want to participate their site is here.

flash fiction April
Dawn M Miller

The white van has already made four trips to Mr.Palmers house. Each time girls, no older than thirteen, are dropped off and shuffled inside the house.

This isn’t the first time the van has appeared. Ever since Mr. Palmer moved in, there’s been a lot of traffic.

I inch closer trying to get a better look, and hit the wind chimes.

Mr. Palmer looks in my direction. He makes a phone call. Someone hits me from behind.


I hear moaning. I realize that I’m the one moaning. I touch my head. It’s bleeding. Where am I? Has my mother figured out I’m missing yet? Has she called the police?

The door opens and Mr. Palmer strolls in.

“I’ve been watching you for a while. You’ll make me lots of money.”

He closes the door and I start to cry.

*141 words

Sunday Morning

© 2015 Silverstein Potter

Sunday morning comes then goes,

out the door and down the road.

Monday comes, then Tuesday too.

Wednesday comes, and I’m halfway through.

Thursday is quite a mess.

Friday, I need a rest.

Saturday! Yay Saturday!

Please don’t go. Please, please stay.

Then Before I know it, the day is quickly done.

Saturday is gone, and Sunday has begun.

*I don’t even pretend to know anything about poetry. I love children’s rhymes. So this is my humble attempt. Have a great Sunday. I would love to hear from you…..

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What would you do?

My grandparents

In my  sketch,” Late Night Intruder”, Bertha Mae Floddlebuster was asked if she was going to plant roses and crochet, now that she was retired.  Her answer was an adamant, no.

Above is a picture of my grandparents.  They chose to spend much of their retirement with us grandkids. It is something we all treasure. We realize that not everyone gets that opportunity.

I thought it would be fun to ask y’all how do you want to spend retirement?

Maybe you are retired. How do you spend your days? I can’t wait to hear your responses.

P.S. My husband wanted to be a millionaire and retire by thirty…….let’s just say that didn’t happen 🙂

Late Night Intruder


*This is what I wrote thinking about Sister Bertha Mae Floddlebuster from day 9 character’s study. I would love to hear what you think.

Sister Bertha Mae Floddlebuster heard something bumping on her oak wood floors downstairs. She wondered, why her Techno 100 alarm system wasn’t triggered.

She swiped the pistol off the nightstand. Slipping on her robe she tiptoed through her bedroom entrance way. It was times like these that she wished she was thirty instead of seventy-two.

Lots of noise was coming from the kitchen. Bertha could hear the pots and pans clanging. She didn’t tiptoe any longer; whoever or whatever it was couldn’t hear her over all that noise.

She descended the stairs and bypassed the dining room. When she arrived at the kitchen, she saw the man. He was packing a pistol.

Bertha cleared her throat as she approached him.

The plump man turned around with a skillet in his right hand and a boiler in his left.

“What are you doing Junior Renfroe?”

“Well since you told me to make myself at home, Aunt Bertha. I decided I would come over and cook some supper.”

“At midnight?”

“You know my apartment doesn’t have a kitchen. I didn’t get off until eleven-thirty and I am so tired of fast food. Besides I know you’re up at all times of the night.”

“I used to be. I’m retired from that life.”

“You’re telling me that you’re going to plant roses and crochet all day long.”

“For Heaven’s sake, no.”

“That’s what I thought.  By the way, Sheriff Grady’s been inquiring about you.” Junior went, and sat beside Bertha at the breakfast nook.

“I hope you told him lots of mundane things about me.” Bertha said as she got up and walked to the cabinet with the coffee cups. She then walked over and grabbed the instant coffee.

“One things for sure, he’s persistent. He knows you transferred the money to an account in Tahiti.”

“I knew I should have transferred the money in Raleigh. Who else knows?”  The microwave beeped. She grabbed the coffee cups with the warm water  and put a teaspoon of coffee in each one then turned to look at Junior.

“Another deputy besides me. Oh and there’s one other thing. He’s got a FBI agent, a buddy of his, checking out your friend. He caught Henry sneaking around your house when you weren’t here.”

“Is that right. I wonder what Henry Calliente is up to. I may have to do a little background check myself.” Bertha got up from the kitchen table. She walked to the refrigerator and started grabbing eggs, bacon, English muffins, and milk.

“I thought you were retired.”

“What do you think about me coming out of retirement, Junior? Why don’t you stay while I cook breakfast? We’ve got some planning to do.”

If you want to read more about Bertha click here

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