#Writespiration #140 #52Words in 52 Weeks ‘Unused Baby Booties’ #FlashFiction

This week, our challenge is to write 52 words…. EXACTLY, no more, no less about a pair of shoes.

Isn’t it amazing what can be done with just 52 words? Why not join in Sacha’s challenge?

 

 

Unused Baby Booties

Kathy rummaged through the winter clothes in the charity shop. She couldn’t afford expensive presents for her grandfather, but he needed a warm sweater, so she’d buy one.  

She only had him to look after, for now.

Her fingers brushed over unused baby booties.

What would he say when he found out?  

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This week’s prompt reminded me of the following famous six word, flash fiction story, attributed to Ernest Hemingway, ‘For sale: baby shoes. never worn,’ and from there it took me to a charity shop and my 52-word story including a pair of unused baby booties.

Thanks to Sacha for hosting and organising her weekly #writespiration and Ernest Hemingway for writing the most inspiring flash fiction ever.

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WRITESPIRATION @sacha_black #106 52 WEEKS IN 52 WORDS WEEK10 ‘The Big Birthday’ #FlashFiction

This post was written in response to Sacha Black’s weekly prompt for 2017 (52 weeks in 52 words).

Sacha will post one prompt a week for 52 weeks, and the challenge is to write a story in just 52  words exactly. The value of conciseness for a writer is invaluable, as Sacha herself reminds us: ‘The art of being concise is nothing if not a muscle flexing ‘write’ bicep curling device’. This weeks’ prompt ‘The distance between,,,’ 

52-words

This week is a rather significant week for Sacha because it’s her birthday, so the theme for this week, the prompt is: 

The Big Birthday

Thirty-five years of drama, stress, gratitude and joy. I stand by my students, the ones I’ll miss forever, staring at a huge cake, covered in white icing and topped with sixty tiny candles.

They clapped and I cried.

Make a wish, they said and I did, on my last day at work.

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I love birthdays, even my own!

They represents a new beginning, another chance to move on and start innovative projects, much like the 1st of January.

On the other hand, there’s always something sad about a year ending. We remember the people and events we’ve left behind, and may never recover, although we carry them in our hearts.

And yet, we can’t even begin to imagine all the people we’ll be meeting and the marvellous things we’ll be learning…

Happy birthday Sacha. Make a wish and watch it come true next year!