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Flash Fiction 21

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Tradition….

It was the same every year as we grew up.

The second Saturday in December they went out in the morning and got the tree, then afterwards it was lunch at the diner.   Then again on the morning of Christmas Eve, we all went to the diner for supper, it saved Momma from having to cook the night before the big day Poppa said.

Everyone a role to play on the big day…

She got up early to start the turkey,

The kids got the delight of presents,

Tasks were assigned to all,

It was the same every year…

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Go to Rochelle’s Addicted to Purple site and try out using her Wednesday photo as a prompt to write a 100 word story.

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Flash Fiction #5

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Grandfather had found it in his young and foolish days he would say and with a year of hard work earned enough to lay claim to it for the price of the land.

This place started out as an abandoned outpost, on an old border.  Modern times had moved the border and the threats, leaving this place without a purpose.

Decades spent building and breathing new life into it had finally turned it into a home that had raised 2 generations of children so far.  Soon a third generation will be living and playing here…

Grandfather will be so happy.

 

 

Go to Rochelle’s Addicted to Purple site and use her Wednesday photo as a prompt to write a 100 word story.