Day 323 Writing Short Stories

Peppermint

She hated her red hair. She hated her name. She hated how they associated both with her tantrums.

“Peppermint, Peppermint,” echoed inside her head.

She was hiding under the porch. And would remain there until it was suppertime. She couldn’t be bothered with anyone, and they couldn’t be bothered with her.

“Peppermint, Peppermint,” they would chant, and she would stick her tongue out.

She would show them who was an unruly girl and who wasn’t. She would sail the seven seas while they were stuck at home, growing babies and growing old. She would conquer all the mountains and dive under the sea. She would find the lost worlds. And all they would do was mount more wrinkles.

Boxer

The quiet chatter around him felt soothing. It reminded him of the slow days at home playing with his toy cars under the table while surrounded by family. But instead of toy cars, he had his knitting needles in his hand, and he was surrounded by ladies from all walks of life.

This had been his therapist’s suggestion: that he join a club and take an activity other than getting blows to his head.

He had been coming here for months now, and he was surprised by how openly he was welcomed into the group. He liked it here. It was relaxing, and the sense of creating something had done wonders for his mood. There was no way he would go back into the ring now. Not that there was no return. One more hit to his head, and there was no telling if he would be fit for anything after that.

“Could you be a dear and put the kettle on?” one of the ladies asked.

He jumped up straight away and hurried to fill the kettle and set the biscuits on the tray.

Groomed

A girl grooms her dog, giving her hat, earrings, and whatnot. I skipped this one.

The prompts are from the book A Year of Creative Writing Prompts.

Not so sure about today’s prompts, but it was all I could do. Now I take the cat with me and head to the sofa before I have to go to work.

Thank you for reading ❤ Have a day of creation!