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Three days passed before they found the body.

It had been a crazy night. What was supposed to be a fun night with my brothers and sisters had turned into a night of bringing up old wrongs and old hurts. Before anyone knew it, there had been too much drinking and too many accusations. Meg couldn’t figure out how things had gone wrong. She tried to salvage the evening by changing the subject to happier times. She thought that would make a difference and bring them all together again but it didn’t.

Meg’s sister brought up the year that the two of them had each gotten a Chatty Cathy doll. Meg’s had been a brunette with a blue dress and her sister had wanted it because her blonde doll with the pink dress didn’t look like her. She wanted a doll with brown hair and brown eyes, like she had but she was only five and didn’t know how to say wht she wanted so she was stuck with the doll. She didn’t like it and had left it in the box and had not played with it. Two weeks went by and Meg’s doll already had smudges on her face and a tiny rip in the back of the dress because she took the doll everywhere with her. She slept with it, ate with it, took it in the car and was never seen without it until one day when Meg woke up and Chatty Cathy was gone. She looked all over for it until she began to cry. Their mother helped her look and soon, the whole family was looking for Chatty Cathy. It was gone. Just gone.

Three days later, when they were walking back home from the park around the corner, Meg saw her doll. It was in one of the trash cans that were sitting at the curb waitng to be picked up. The eyes had been punched back into the head and there was red marker all over her arms and face. Chatty Cathy’s dress had been ripped to shreds. Meg started crying when she saw her treasured doll. She pulled her doll out of the neighbor’s trash can and cradled her in her arms as they walked home, tears flooding out of her eyes. Her sister put her arm around Meg’s shoulder and told her she could have her blonde Chatty Cathy. Meg thought it was so nice of her sister. She didn’t see the smug look on her sister’s face.




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Had it been that long since her last visit? She hadn’t realized but things had not looked like this the last time she had visited In fact, it looked like no one had been there in many months. Lulu climbed the steps, dodging trash and overgrown plant roots. She scolded herself  for not having come before now. Why had she stopped coming in the first place? This was inexcusable and she scolded herself for not coming at every opportunity. This was her grandmother who had practically raised her and Lulu had treated her like this? Inexcusable!

Word Count: 100

Friday Fictioneers is a weekly blog hop hosted by Rochelle. Each week she posts a photo prompt with instructions to write a 100 word story related to/inspired by the photo. Hop over and check it out!

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I stood watching the tall swings going round and round.   I just watched. White knuckles.  Heart racing. Panic. I just watched.

“Employees ride for free!  Just show your ID!”  I knew it was a free ride.  I had been on every ride in the park but that one.

When I was 10, I had been in line to ride such a thing, then it broke.  Utter chaos followed.  Screaming, crying, things falling from the sky.  Sirens.  It had taken me a long time to return to a carnival, longer to get on a ride.  This one was not going to happen.

Word count: 100

This post is part of Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneer blog hop.  Each week she gives a photo prompt and challenges readers to respond to the prompt in 100 words.  Give it a try.  It’s fun!  You can find Rochelle’s post here.

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