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Day 29: Write a story where a human character has a physical characteristic of an animal.

Day 29: Write a story where a human character has a physical characteristic of an animal.

I already had something from this fall that I used for this prompt. I tried to reblog the earlier post (September 29) but am having difficulty with that function. Day 28 of Flashnano will be out of sync. I am catching up a bit. Ray Hennesey, unsplash They had arranged to meet at the kitschy sandwich shop next to the used vinyl records store. He thought it might appeal to her what with its…

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Day 27: Quickie--a story that occurs within a single minute. "Jerusalema"

Day 27: Quickie–a story that occurs within a single minute. “Jerusalema”

“Dawn” by Rant 73 – Digital Art, flickr A squirrel scampers upside down across a screen of a garden apartment where a woman pours a measuring cup of water onto her potted golden pathos. A chihuahua on a tiny pink leash lunges and barks at the man who hates dogs. “Jerusalema” pours into parking lot from an open sunroof, a car stereo with a heavy base and the woman with the measuring cup taps her…

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Day 26: Open email. Look at the first email from October 4 (any year). Use the subject line as the first line or title of your story. "Starlight"

Day 26: Open email. Look at the first email from October 4 (any year). Use the subject line as the first line or title of your story. “Starlight”

Metropolitan Transportation Authority, flickr “‘Immersive Van Gogh Exhibit’ cleared up two mysteries Monday — where its highly anticipated Orlando show will take place and why the organizers have kept mum for so long” Ms. Myska read in the newspaper. She hadn’t known there had been a show planned in the first place. She sometimes let her emails stack up in her inbox and in fact had so many, she…

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Day 25: Why I am grateful

Day 25: Why I am grateful

Dining room mirror by James Petts, flickr I sit in my room, after my guests have gone, a room now darkened with the dying of the day. I sit in my room which is cream-colored. From my bed, I can see my grandmother’s Audubon society print of blue hummingbirds. It is cream-colored and blends with my walls except for the mat and gold beaded frame. If I were here, I could show you the shadow created…

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Day 24: Earliest Memory "Barbie"

Day 24: Earliest Memory “Barbie”

Barbie__08 by Marina Côrte-Real, flickr Barbie—lady boobies, blond hair, pointy toes. I held her by the waist in the room with the spindle bed, the room in the dark church manse in Texas, the home my new mother and father had prepared for us. Barbies were our first gift. That early memory began my years-long obsession of hoarding my dollar-a-week allowance in order to purchase my tiny blond god…

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Day 23: A man walks into a bank wearing nothing but a smile...(My iteration has not much to do with smiling, but interprets this as an expression for nakedness) "Brother"

Day 23: A man walks into a bank wearing nothing but a smile…(My iteration has not much to do with smiling, but interprets this as an expression for nakedness) “Brother”

photoshop experiment, Aziza K., flickr On Thanksgiving, a picture of a young man’s face popped up on the news. My breath caught. It was the same young man who had stood out in the freezing cold last year on an Orlando Christmas Eve, trying to flag down a ride. The buses had stopped running for the holiday. When I see the face on the news, I remembered how much he resembled my late brother, in…

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Day 22: A character finds something wholly unexpected at the farmer's market "Palm fronds"

Day 22: A character finds something wholly unexpected at the farmer’s market “Palm fronds”

Palm by a. dombroski, flickr He told me he would leave it at the citrus stall. When I arrived and explained that Manuel had left a gift for me here, a woman pulled out a metal locker from under her table. She set it on a crate of pineapples and opened the lock with a key from her apron. What confronted me was seemed to be a mass of moving palm fronds, some mysterious animal. She pulled it out…

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Day 21: The Beach was Shrouded in Fog

Day 21: The Beach was Shrouded in Fog

thick mist on a december morning; anastasia island by amy32080, flicker The beach was shrouded in fog the Thanksgiving morning I met Big Todd and Pony. I was escaping my mother’s expectations I clean the house for guests. Pony had texted, saying there was something happening. They would meet me by the lifeguard stand at the pier. I was jogging down the sand when I saw their sorry asses, Big…

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