Lindsay Loves

Well, my catching up by writing two entries in one week last week was a fail, but perhaps I can just stay on track for this week.

This week’s story is called “Generations”.

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Waves lapped as the boat resettled. “Well,” said Junior, finally. “Things like this don’t happen to real people. Like the movies, that is.”

“The one that got away?” said Senior.

“Yep. The one that really did get away. At least this makes a good story for you there, ey, Tripp?”

“Sure, Dad. Stories are good,” said the boy. The funny stories were really the only good part. Grampa nearly being struck by a renegade seagull. Dad forgetting to bring a bottle opener.

There were other good times, too, though. Grampa singing his favorites from the old days. Dad showing his son how to tie a lure. He himself, the littlest John Phillip Davidson, learning patience and contentment waiting for a bite. The together part was good, too, but he wouldn’t know that until a few more years had floated by.
(140 words)

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This one’s a bit more serious than the others, but I’m enjoying the opportunity to get a totally new writing prompt every week. Oh, there you are, writing muscles.

Check out Grandma’s Goulash for more succinct stories.

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Well, it’s Wednesday, and I’m two weeks behind, so I’ll have a go at two weeks’ worth of drabbles tonight. Maybe it’s a good idea I didn’t decide to call this meme Microfiction Monday.

Looking back through previous weeks, I think “Grandma” gets her photos from people who offer them or from the public domain. This works out well for me because here’s a kitty!

This week’s story is called “Zack Attack.” I dedicate this one my friend Sabrina and the real Zack Attack.

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“Sports fans, welcome to another installment of Zack Attack! Our faithful feline explorer extraordinaire journeys each week through the Miller House.”

“Today, Zack’s sojourns take him to James’s room. He’s grown from a tiny tot to a maverick man of soccer. Tim, tell us what you’re seeing here.”

“Well, Scott, check out that leap from floor to bedspread! Great form! You can tell Zack’s aerodynamic control has improved.”

“About as much as James’s ball control over the years. Ha, ha! Oh, for the days of peewee league.”

“What’s this? He’s going for the soccer ball. A little pawing, a little more, he’s hesitant, but—oh! Up and over! Zack Attack is on the ball, sports fans, in more ways than one.”

“And now he’s off. What a thrill. What will he get up to next, in another great Zack Attack?”
(140 words)

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That was fun. I wrote a little more and edited it down to fit the word requirement. Check out Grandma’s Goulash for more succinct stories.

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