Swept Away

I look back over my shoulder, squinting into the late afternoon sun, gawking with stunned alarm at the broad rolling muddy waters of the Mississippi…

…it’s every boater’s nightmare – a flash flood...and I realize that my lazy Sunday afternoon lark has turned into a life-or-death situation…

…the wall of water catches me, flips my canoe, and sucks me down, down, down into the muddy abyss. I am tumbling and spinning as if I’m in a giant washing machine of chocolate brown water…

…if only I can reach the surface to draw in a breath of life…but which way is the surface? There’s no way to tell in this fathomless black wasteland, and I realize - in horror - I am too late…and I begin to sink....

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This is the regular Saturday thing at Jenny Matlock's called Saturday Centus. On Saturday she gives a prompt (which is the first paragraph above - in bold) and then we have to come up with 100 words or less after it...a sort of creative writing exercise. And believe me - 100 words or less is HARD! That's what makes this so interesting - to tell a quick story in such a limited way...it makes you think, for sure!

Click on Jenny Matlock and you can read other people's entries. Everyone usually comes up with some pretty cool stories!

The Mile High Club

The small Cessna 172 picked up speed as it roared down the runway, Sara at the controls, the flight instructor beside her...

...Sara could feel the thrust of power in her hands as she pulled on the throttle, as well as the vibration of the powerful engine.

She touched the instruments in front of her at first in wonder and curiosity, and then in anticipation of the thrill that lie ahead of her.

Antonio watched all of this with a glint in his eye and a sardonic smile on his face…knowing that the months of patience…of gentle instruction…of guidance…were finally coming to fruition for both of them.

“I never knew it could be like this,” Sara murmured.

“Oh, sweetheart…the best is yet to come,” Antonio replied.

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This is the regular Saturday thing at Jenny Matlock's called Saturday Centus. On Saturday she gives a prompt (which is the first paragraph above - in bold) and then we have to come up with 100 words or less after it...a sort of creative writing exercise.

I've apparently been reading too many Harlequin romances lately; hence, my entry...!

Click on Jenny Matlock and you can read other people's entries. Everyone usually comes up with some pretty cool stories!

The Angel or the Devil???

This is a new thing at Jenny Matlock's called Saturday Centus. On Saturday she gives a prompt (which is the first paragraph below - in bold) and then we have to come up with 100 words or less after it...a sort of creative writing exercise, which is brain stimulating. I need all the brain stimulation I can get so I don't get all cranky and forgetful and delusional when I get older. (Well, I'm sorta' already there - so better late than never on stimulation.)

So, here's my entry...hope you all enjoy it! Click on Jenny Matlock and you can read other people's entries. Should be fun!

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The Prompt:

My untied shoelace changed my life. As I leaned down to re-tie it, I had kicked away a few leaves. When I turned my head slightly to look where the leaves had been, I was astonished to see a rubber-banded wad of hundred dollar bills nestled in a little indention in the muddy ground.

Holy raining fortune, Batman! Is this a mirage? Is this real? Is this a sick joke?

These and other questions raced through my brain, ending with...."What the heck do I do NOW??!!??"

The angel on my right whispered, "Do what's right...as in find the owner... donate it to charity...Give it away."

The devil on my left tempted with, "Keep it. Spend it. Splurge on sinful pleasures....No one will know...."

Who won? The angel? Or the devil?

I won't tell...but it was life-changing....!

And it felt good.

What would YOU do???

Peace.