frank-and-anita-milfordFrank loved Myrtle the day he met her the first day of his sophomore year in high school. They dated until after graduation, May 12, 1925. Frank enlisted and was headed into the throws of World War II. The thought of leaving Myrtle without the promise her waiting was something he couldn’t stand. He was scheduled to head to basic training in a week. Frank’s grandmother invited him to dinner. She shared with him the story of how she felt when her husband was called to war. He left and she had no idea of how he felt or if she should wait for him. During dessert she slid a box to him. The ring inside was her engagement ring. Frank would tell his grandchildren that story and many others about his life-long love, Myrtle.

 

Christmas was at Aunt Thelma’s house this year. Once quite the mean and bitter woman, she was softening with age. Their history with her bitterness had her adult children cautious around her. The evening had gone well until two-year-old Ricky touched and dropped Aunt Thelma’s favorite purple vase. The crashing vase left an echo of silence.

 

manAll his life, Stephen Paris had been given everything. Fortunately, he liked school and good grades came easy to him. His father Frederick knew he had spoiled his only son. It was the only way he could get a reaction out of him. “Thanks dad!” An excited boy would grab the toy and go play with it. Stephen was graduating from college next week. His dad had a job lined up for him, but not what he was expecting. Stephen wouldn’t need the new suit or brief case he had purchased.

 

Rachel curled up in the overstuffed chair. Her sunken shoulders and empty stomach rolled together. It had been a month. She thought the tears would have stopped. But they didn’t. Rosemary, Rachel’s mom, was hopeful that her appetite would return. It had not and she continued to lose weight. Every other day she came over to Rachel’s studio apartment to push, pull or tug her into the shower. The first few days Rachel stood naked in the shower and whaled. No doubt she was trying to get all the hurt out quickly. In reality, it would take months if not years. In the meantime, Rachel needed to figure out how to function.

 

storm at sunsetThe crystal blue sky had won over the evil black clouds of the morning thunderstorm. Sun burst through to reveal the devastation left behind. Mark rubbed the back of his neck and shook his head. The stress magnified in the lines on his forehead. The climb out of the basement revealed his home, a mass of wood, bricks and remnants of his belongings.

 

In the spirit of summer vacation, July and August Writing Prompt Wednesdays will have a traveling theme. See what you can do with each of these.

 

red cupTim hung out in the corner of the frat house. He held his red cup, taking a swig every now and then. No one could tell it was soda and not beer. How did he get here?

In the spirit of summer vacation, July and August Writing Prompt Wednesdays will have a traveling theme. See what you can do with each of these.

 

collegeDawn’s life could be packed into ten milk crates, a footlocker and a laundry basket. Not much but it was a start. Although her three best friends planned to live in an apartment, Dawn chose the dorm. It was easier and easy is what she needed given her courses the first semester.

In the spirit of summer vacation, July and August Writing Prompt Wednesdays will have a traveling theme. See what you can do with each of these.

 

brazilRosa slowly unpacked from spending the summer with her grandmother in Brazil. Leaving two months ago she was a typical teenager with her earbuds and phone not far from her head. Her seventy-five year old grandmother turned out to be more than the dreaded relative she was being forced to spend the summer with. Rosa came home a young lady full of appreciation for where her family had come from.  While she was being transformed, her family at home was changing. Rosa worried that there would be no way to reconcile the two very different changes.

In the spirit of summer vacation, July and August Writing Prompt Wednesdays will have a traveling theme. See what you can do with each of these.

lanikai beach

Marcus stepped out of the shower. Candice as still wrapped in the sheet snoozing from their long afternoon together. He needed to find the right restaurant for their honeymoon dinner. Walking into the other room he call the concierge for a recommendation.

In the spirit of summer vacation, July and August Writing Prompt Wednesdays will have a traveling theme. See what you can do with each of these.

air-travelMandy stood at the luggage counter trying to get the lady’s attention. She did everything short of yelling, “hey lady.” The flight was long and bumpy. Now her luggage wasn’t to be found at baggage claim. Rex walked up to the counter with his brown wavy hair and standing just over six foot tall. He cleared his voice and the chick behind the counter hung up the phone to attend to him. Mandy was about ready to explode when Rex spoke, “Yes mam, it seems our luggage didn’t make it and we need to have you look into it. This lady was here before me.” He’d done this before and had the looks to get the attention. His manners were groomed well enough for him to let Mandy go first. Surprising.