Each year I enter the 55 Word Fiction Contest that is held by the local paper. I won a couple of years ago, but haven’t placed since. This year I have two entries so far. I used to toil at these stories for hours, but after “Twittering” for the past two months, getting my thoughts concise was not as hard. Here are my entries:
I raised him to be a good boy, but the Judge says he isn’t.
I cheered at baseball, gymnastics, spelling bees.
What is a mother to do, her job done – yet, not?
I guided for 25 years, now it’s called enabling.
Ala-non says one day at a time.
A son is lost.
By Teri Bayus
Many ways Not to connect with each other.
We keep in touch and do not touch.
When was the last time you:
Invited the neighbor over for coffee?
Took your daughter for lunch to talk?
Looked in your mothers’ eyes to state, I love you?