Thursday 9/23/10 - "HEARD IN A MEETING"

"HEARD IN A MEETING"

THINGS SEEM TO BE FALLING APART

BUT

MAYBE THEY ARE FALLING TOGETHER!

Prayer Girl

(Photo credits:
Falling Apart by Kikkiy@deviantart.com
Torn Apart by WargusEstor@deviantart.com
Uniting with the night by endlessnight m@deviantart.com
Unity of Life by Bombest@deviantart.com)

Friday, 5/8/09 - "THE BOX - SHATTERED"

(Bill Wilson's meeting room)

Every Friday, compose a short story of 55 words -
no more, no less. if you want to join in the
fun and games and give it a try...post your story
and report to the boss G-Man!

"THE BOX - SHATTERED"

She glances at her watch. It's three hours since they talked and now she and Lucy are in a room filled with laughing, smiling people who seem to glow just like Lucy.

What is happening?

She doesn't know, but she feels lighter, freer.

The room then becomes silent. She hears, "God grant me the serenity..."

Prayer Girl
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Note: The following was LAST WEEK'S "55 Flash Fiction Friday":

"THE BOX - IV"

They had met sitting at adjacent tables. She averted her eyes, then sneaked peeks at this stranger who fairly glowed.

The lady smiled at her with a smile that lit up the cafe and said softly, "Hi, I'm Lucy. We both seem to be alone. Want to talk?"

She hesitated and then cautiously replied, "Okay!"

Friday 4/24/09 - "THE BOX - Part III"

Every Friday, compose a short story of 55 words - no more, no less. if you want to join in the fun and games and give it a try...post your story and report to the boss G-Man!

THE BOX - Part III

Here she is, his marionette, trying desperately to pull her own string, reach out for that pink phone.

Suddenly it rings. Fear courses through - dark and quick. She reaches, snatches it up.

Hears, "Remember me? We met at the coffee shop last week. Wanna try one of the meetings, twelve steps I told you about?"

Prayer Girl
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Note: The following was LAST WEEK'S "55 Flash Fiction Friday":

"THE BOX - Continued"

Her life had collapsed and restricted her more with each passing year.

The occasional yes when she really meant no was easier than the creation of discord. Surely there was no harm in this.

However, the day finally came when it was always a yes, never a no, and she had become a lost puppet.