Witch-Ever Works..

She did all she could to hide it… Mom’s witchfest shoes guarding the cauldron plopped on the thickest books she could find in the house, and of course Dad’s old suitcase of potions for all seasons.

She hoped her friends would be too occupied taking in the absurdity of the house to notice how absurd its dwellers were. She wanted to last in this town, she had changed enough schools.

The doorbell rang, her heart skipped a beat.  Forcing a smile, she reached for the door.

Mom and Dad sat alert, in case some memories had to be wiped again.

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100 words for Friday Fictioneers this week.

How long has it been, more than a year! My first post after becoming a Mom(typing quietly as my (few days shy of) 6 month old munchkin snoozes)! 🙂

I don’t have my mojo back, a humble start…

For the uninitiated, in case you are wondering what is going on here, read on. Friday Fictioneers is an excellent forum for people looking to have fun as they learn the nuances of writing. Every Friday a bunch of us write 100 words (no hard rules there) for prompts posted by Rochelle who runs the show.

This week’s photo prompt:

shoes-and-books-by-magaly-guerrero

 

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Of Men and Monkeys

“Aren’t they cute?” She squealed happily pulling her father’s sleeve to get his attention. Her father glanced absently in her direction and nodded only to get back to his book.

‘Look Daddy what they’re doing now! They are trying to copy me! Mmuahh! Oh look, they just gave me a flying kiss back!”

He sighed and kept the book aside, took off his glasses and turned to his daughter.

“I want you to stay away from them. It’s enough that your “scientist” mom gets work home, not in the form of files or laptop, but a cage of genetically modified monkeys that she then asks me to babysit on a Sunday afternoon. I can do without having to babysit you as well. Why don’t you play in your room and leave them be, let me know when your mom’s back, okay?”

“Oh look, they are listening to you so intently! Can they understand what we say?”

“Question is, do you understand what I say?”

She turned towards him, “What are you reading? Would you tell me the story when you’re done?”

“It’s called ‘Of men and mice’… I am close to finishing it, I might tell you the story if you’d be a good girl and go to your room…”

“What’s it about?” she perched on the side of his arm chair.

His wife entered the room just then. “It’s about a beautiful mad scientist and her lab-grown love”, he said amusingly.

“But it’s called men and mice, are there no men and mice in it?” the young girl pressed.

“Smart girl! I will find out once I finish the book” he laughed.

“All yours”, he winked at his wife and lifted his daughter in his arms, grabbed the book and left the room.

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She closed the room behind them and took out a syringe filled with a transparent liquid from her briefcase. Almost on cue, the smallest of the monkeys walked towards the door of the cage with an outstretched arm. As the syringe thrust the last drops of liquid into her, she began talking in a familiar girl’s voice.

Aren’t they cute… Look Daddy what they’re doing now…they are trying to copy me…oh look…they just gave me a flying kiss back…

“That’s enough, thanks”. The monkey walked back to the rest of the group.

She took out a sheet of paper and began scribbling…

Sunday, June 17, 2029: Voice recorded albeit without emotions and expressions but with the right vocal modulations. Another step towards “Living Talking Toms”… still a long road ahead.


My Entry for Inspirational Monday. I used the prompt “lab-grown love”.
To know more about Inspirational Monday weekly challenge, visit here.

The Real Thing

“Watch”, he said and poured the fluid in a funnel.

As the last drop left the funnel, the slit in the metal box placed under it shut and the box’s walls began to compress. When it seemed the box would deform beyond repair, it fell apart like a sheet. At its center laid a perfect looking ruby.

He kneeled and offered the stone to her as if holding a ring, ‘Will you marry me?’

“Oh Romeo…” She bent and whispered in his ear, “You need the real thing with me”.

“Here,” he whispered back in her ear, “give these samples to your boss. He needs to decide fast”.

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Friday Flash fiction for Madison’s photo prompt!