Saturday Centus - A Respect For Words

You know it's been a zooey week when it's Wednesday and you're just getting to write your Saturday Centus piece.  Ah life!  It can certainly interfere with blogging.

Here's the scoop on Saturday Centus.  Our facilitator, Jenny Matlock, gives you a prompt.  Then you get to add 100 words to that to form a story.  And good luck!  It ain't easy!  That's a fact!  (BTW:  You'll want to link to the SC homepage, and then read the other entries.  Just click on the button at the top of this page and you'll be guided through.)

Now, my story for the week.  The prompt is in red.

A Respect For Words

Dorothy found a bundle of yellowed envelopes, tied with a piece of rough twine, in an old trunk in the attic.

She lifted the stack of letters from the ancient chest, and immediately recognized her husband's handwriting and the name on the address.  These were Ben's letters to his first wife, (now deceased), that he had sent from Korea!

Dorothy's thoughts drifted to the letters from her late husband that were neatly tucked into the back of her lingerie drawer.

"Some words are written to be read by only one set of eyes," she whispered, as she placed the letters back in the trunk and gently closed the lid.

Saturday Centus - Closetman

Do you know the drill?  On Saturday, Jenny Matlock gives you a prompt and you have to write a story in 100 words or less. Fortunately for me, the prompt is not included in the 100 words.  Of course I forgot that this week, (cut me some slack I'm new to this meme), and it came up four words over!  I started to pull out some lustrous locks, but stopped short once I remembered this 'gift.'

To make things even more interesting this week, your story must be Sci-Fi!  Oh, Jenny Matlock!    Sci-Fi???  My least favorite genre!  How clever of you.  How diabolical.  I'm here to exercise my shrinking brain and expand my limited horizons.  You've thrown me a challenge and I can't resist.  So here's my submission.  The prompt is in red.

Closetman

Midnight

"Mommy, the man's in my closet again."

"Oh Sweetie," she sighed.  "We looked twice this week. No one's there."

Tiny sobs.

"Okay, get in bed with Daddy.  I'll check."

In her sleep deprived state, she stumbled to Bobby's room, and on impulse crawled under the Sponge Bob comforter.

She never did decide if she was awake or asleep when she heard the man's voice:

"Damn it! I'm in the kids closet again. The first time I thought it was an innocent mistake. The second time I thought the coordinates weren't erased.  But a third time?" 

"Beam me up, Scottie...we need to talk."

                              

     *****

When I do like Sci-Fi, it has to be humorous, like the short parody Hardware Wars.

  What?  You haven't seen it?  Ah, you're probably too young.  If you have a strange sense of humor and want to give it a view, click on the title.  Please do this after you click on the Saturday Centus button and read the other stories. That's what I'm gonna do.  You'll really like what ya read!

Saturday Centus

I've been meaning to try my hand at Saturday Centus for a while and it looks like this is the week!  For those of you unfamiliar with this meme, it revolves around a writing prompt provided by our 'hostess', Jenny Matlock.  Usually you have a 100 word limit, not including the prompt, but this week the limit is 25 words.  For those of us who get too 'wordy' it was a challenge!  This week's prompt...the lottery ticket.
So, without further ado, here's my first attempt.

                                                                        Sweet Revenge

With the receipt for the lottery ticket securely in his pocket, he made the call.  "Hey Darlin'," he purred into his ex-wife's voicemail.  "Catch the 11 o'clock news."

Having a blogger problem linking to the button.  To get to Jenny's blog just use this link for now.  http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/2011/01/saturday-centus-hey-wake-up-its-another.html