Welcome to The Blogging from A-Z Challenge April 2014! This year, I’m offering up a story – each one 100 words or fewer - for each letter of the alphabet.
Some are heartfelt, poignant, sweet. Others are…not.
I hope you enjoy them.
Cheryl waits on the sagging porch, the cutting spade resting across her thighs. Granddaddy used it to saw off whale blubber. She’s heard he used it for other things, too, but its stains tell no tales, fiction or otherwise.
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WHALE WATCHING
Cheryl waits on the sagging porch, the cutting spade resting across her thighs. Granddaddy used it to saw off whale blubber. She’s heard he used it for other things, too, but its stains tell no tales, fiction or otherwise.
Dusk descends. Varmints scuttle in the junkyard’s bowels.
The trap clatters.
Cheryl smiles at the boys’ panicked cries. She’s sick of
their nasty pranks and cruel words – Cheryl the Whale.
At 262 pounds, her flesh slushes loose and sweaty within her
clothes as she lumbers across the yard, cutting spade in hand, ready to carry
on the family tradition.
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