#FridayFiction: 100-Word Challenge | “Aunt Alison Insists”

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This isn’t my mother’s hand.

“Of course it is. It’s labeled. See.”
Aunt Alison saw life through a lens and confirmed it was real through the labels she affixed to each photograph and each box-full of photographs.

“But,”

“Honey, it’s labeled,” Aunt Alison insisted. “What would you know?” A declarative sentence with a question mark hanging off the end, just for fun. “You were just a baby!” She smacked her knees with her palms and smiled sweetly.

A baby, whose whole world extended to the end of her mother’s fingertips. I smiled. Alison was rifling through a new old box.

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Photo prompt from Darleen at Protein Wisdom
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#FridayFiction 100-Word Challenge | “A Frank Beginning” (revised)

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The first time The Boy did magic, he called the birds. Then he got scared and conjured a bubble to catch them.

The Magic came easily. So did the birds. The Boy thought they would cover the sun and drown his sky. They were so shamelessly free.

Pop! Pop! Pop! A hundred soapy-feathered birds tumbled out of the bubble and flew away.

The Boy frowned and mumbled.
“I’m going to be a magician, Flopsy.”

The Rabbit twitched. She knew she would spend the rest of her days poking her delicate nose out of a top hat at children’s parties. Pop.

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Inspired by Darleen at Protein Wisdom and Jimmie Bise at Jim-O-Rama

#FridayFiction: 100 Word Challenge | “A Frank Beginning”

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The first time The Boy did magic, he called the birds. Then he got scared and conjured a protective bubble to catch them.

Magic came easily enough, but he NEEDED to predict and control the consequences.

These were proud birds who had avoided the cages. They flapped and rolled the bubble down the hill, dragging their feathers through the soapy membrane and popping free.

The Boy frowned and whispered.
“I’m going to be a magician, Flopsy.”
The rabbit twitched, knowing he would spend the rest of his days poking his delicate nose out of a top hat at children’s parties.

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Inspired by Darleen at Protein Wisdom

#FridayFiction: 100 Word Challenge | “Fantastic Frank and the Holiday-makers”

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Frank knelt, his outstretched fingertips talking with the salt spray.
Be humble. Nothing to prove.
He didn’t buy it.

Frank closed his eyes, heard the waves receding and the bonfires crackling. He saw a pinprick light and breathed. It grew and spiked the soft sand with neon tentacles, clattering toward him like a bowling ball mowing down pins. Frank pumped his fist. The light stopped short, clanked, and disappeared.
No! Frank opened his eyes and looked around furiously.
The holiday-makers’ drink-muffled consonants slapped the sides of his head and clung to his earlobes.

“Hey, Frank! How bout some magic tricks?”

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Inspired by Darleen at Protein Wisdom