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Secret Garden

This piece of writing is in response to Denise’s six sentence story prompt word – Dream.

I want to ride a cloud to your bedside
and make it into a silky soft pillow
for your overthinking head to rest on.
I want to sing love songs into your dream
of thousands of sunflowers in Tuscany.

In response, you flicker your sickle moon lashes,
mumbling an affectionate language only we know.
Even the nightingale stops singing and listen.
Touch-me-nots open without shame
waiting to hear the interpretation.
The secret garden comes alive.

Celebration Fatigue

The Six Sentence Story prompt – Heart

Christmas decorations were up in late October all over shopping malls.

Friends end of year gatherings started in November.

Christmas Eve, Christmas Day, Boxing day were filled with the Christmas spirit. 🎄 🎁🙏

Fireworks and more eating on New Year’s eve, recovery on New Year’s Day, 🎆 soldiering on cooking BBQ on Australia Day. 🦘 🌏

Lunar New Year 🐉 is even bigger than all the precious events because it goes on for fifteen days.

By the time Valentine’s Day arrives, my heart and soul go “Meh”. 💐💞🤷

Two Sides of A Coin

Six sentence story prompt – text

People go through midlife crisis differently, regardless what’s their choice of vice or destruction, they are just fearful and dissatisfied people.

Hers were breast lift, weight loss and sexting, while his were asset acquisition, sports cars and white powder.

She had been chatting to her few regular flirts who were her son’s age on Snapchat while getting her pedicure done in the overpriced salon, of course she missed a few incoming calls, until a text message notification came through, “Mrs Jenkins, this is Doreen, I am one of the social workers from the Emergency Department, Royal Northshore Hospital. Would you kindly return my call regarding your husband Marvin on 88786719? Thank you.”

Her heart sank at the thought that he’s dead. Then a thought came into her mind that lifted her spirit up. If he is wheelchair bound, he’s gonna be mine again.

Sisters

Denise’s Six Sentence Story prompt – Scale

I don’t know my sister much except that she is a ball of energy.

Growing up together till she went to borading school in high school, I remember she was always active. If she wasn’t at gymnastics training, she would have been ice-skating; if she wasn’t out, she would have been home practising her scales on the piano.

It seems that she has been living a full life both in her career and her extensive travelling, she never stops.

We have never seen her since she turned eighteen, not even at Mum’s funeral when she was stuck on mount Everest.

It’s peculiar to me that I have a sister but I don’t have one at the same time

She always says, “The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb.”, I guess she didn’t choose me or our family.

Farm Life

Denise’s Six sentence story prompt – Grid

They sat in the dark of the farm house they purchased, perhaps on impulse, in the middle of winter.

He was no cave man and could not make fire with sticks and stones. She wasn’t much of a homemaker and forgot to shop for a lighter or a box of matches.

When they both worked as executives, they had personal assistants to run errands and organise things for them. The idea of organising the connection of electricity and internet service had never crossed their mind.

Their dream of living off the grid farm life died on that freezing cold night, with snowflakes falling like soil the mourners threw on top of a coffin.

Unrepeated History

Denise’s Six Sentence Story prompt – Petrichor

Petrichor, fresh cut grass, lavenders in summer evenings, are fond memories of her childhood.

The wooden spoon landing on her shins, her mother’s sobbing, bottles being emptied into the trash bin, is the history she is determined not to repeat.

She sits in the garden with her children to feel the winter sun and smell the crisp air, plays silly little games with them, teaches them about plants and the earth, sharing precious moments with them, before they grow up too soon.

She is content with having very little, scraping by each week, because she knows spending time with her children is more valuable than more wealth but poorer with time.

She never looks back at the house she once lived in, filled with expensive art works and furniture, and malnutrition of love.

When she heard her neighbours gossiping about her living on welfare, or her children turning up at school with summer uniforms in the middle of the winter, she smiles and reminds herself that she has given all she has to her children, including time and love which she has never received.

Sweetheart

Denise’s Six Sentence Story prompt – Box

My nose is blocked, and I keep sneezing.

My 4 year old son is running towards me with his arms throwing in the air. I quickly grab a box of tissues and wedge it between he and I, ‘Sweetheart, don’t come near me, I got a cold.”

He squashes the tissue box, wraps his arms around my neck and kisses my nose, “Mummy, you’re worth catching a cold for.”

My heart melts into a goo. My eyes are red and moist with a mix of a cold and an overwhelming feeling of love.

The Invisible Thread

Denise’s Six Sentence Story prompt – Thread

Her loved ones and her psychiatrist kept telling her that she lost her baby boy at birth, to be precised, it was a still born.

But she noticed this invisible thread connecting her and her boy like an umbilical cord.

She had heard him cry, coo and breath all time of the day, all days of the week, and all weeks of the year, then it all stopped.

The sense of loss was unbearable for her. Drowning herself with tears and vodka, she had numbed herself to sleep each night for almost three years.

On the twenty-ninth of February, by the Grace of God or by a miracle, she heard her boy again crying, breathing, but this time she also heard him giggling.

Tension

Denise’s Six Sentence Story prompt – Tension

The tension between the boss and the new hire is so obvious to everyone in the office.

We heard hard cover folders being thrown to the door, the boss’s fist banging on the desk, shoes shuffling on the wooden floor. When she came out of his office, her face is flushed with red, mascara smeared by tears possibly. We feel really sorry for her because we all know about our boss’s bad temper.

I walked up to her desk and whispered to her, “Sweety, it’ll get better after probation, just hang in there, alright?” She whispered back with a giggle, “I thought it can’t get any better, it was mind blowing!”

The Lucky Fourth

Denise’s Six Sentence Story prompt – Silk

She eventually married a practical man.
He reminds her of cotton, comfortable and reliable.

Husband number one was like linen, raw and earthy, but stubborn.

Number two husband was like nylon, clung to her legs and ended up a fake.

Husband number three was the worst of them all who reminded her of silk, sleek and deceiving.
The marriage with him was a string of slippery lies.