The Plan
for Belle's Text Thoughts [an unofficial challenge]
"the small ones"
they're all small
"ripe cheerdyeeeep ered"
u have a plan - what?
"maybe - fn autocorrect - cherry tomatoes, deep red, firm"
no plan we shouldn't get it
"u always say that"
no I don't
"yes u do"
... well we need a plan ... she didn't even want to leave the house
"fine a plan, old recipe, know it well"
k
"head of lettuce, iceburg will do"
k
"and spring onion"
...
"hello?"
what
"taking a sec to load"
ah, k
"and Italian bread"
do we have salted butter
"good catch no add pls"
k
"anything else?"
she's ur mother u tell me
"flowers?"
yes ... but no lilies
"only opts lilies, roses"
no lilies, no roses ... maybe not flowers
"too soon"
yeah hard enough
"no flowers good call ... hmmm"
red wine
"and lots of it"
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Author's Note: Crafted for Belle's Text Thoughts [an unofficial challenge] May/June 2024 Writing Prompt/Challenge
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She loves me
She loved me. When I was small and my wee stayed to the paper. When I was rumpled skin and floppy big paws and big eyes looking up and waiting for her hands to find me, scooping me up and bringing me into her. And we were happy, so happy, so very, very happy. I was so happy to see her and danced my circles so she'd know how much I wanted nothing more than for her to hold me. I'd wrap, wiggle, wiggle and wrap my growing body with my bestest happy dance, slumping and kerplumping into her warm parts just like she liked me to. She was there and I was there, and we were there together, and it was perfect. Oh, how she loved me! We spent all our time together, playing inside, outside, up, down, going round and round. And she petted me and called me good girl when I made poops, and sometimes when I weed in her front yard or the neighbor's, and I was the best girl. For her, I really was! And she scratched me behind my ears, and it was heaven. I aowooo my joy! And she aowoooed hers too.
By Christy Munson2 months ago in Fiction
Comments (6)
I love how this leaves the implication without directly exposing the context! Beautiful, Christy!
So powerful. You convey so much in so little words. Loved the depth and raw emotion of this one.
This was great!
"Too soon." That was so sad. Loved your take on this challenge!
Minimalist story telling via text. Very clever and open ended. Like Hannah, I found myself filling in gaps.
I'm telling myself a whole backstory here, good job.