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Sue Spitulnik

I am a retired grandmother that grew up in western New York State, left for 25 years, and am now back in the area. I happily live with my husband and two cats. I am pro-military, writing, food, family, and quilting. I am con-exercise, insulting commercials, and lack of common sense. I have met some great friends through this website.

The Brothers Understand

Michael and Tessa moved with the line snaking toward the cruise ship. The slow pace was difficult for Michael, yet he smiled at every set of eyes that met his. When an older man came opposite them in the cue, he said, “Welcome home, brother.”

Tessa burst into tears watching Michael and his brother-for-life shake hands, and exchange understanding nods. The man’s companion touched Tessa’s arm and handed her a tissue. “It hurts my soul that our servicemen wait to hear that from their brothers. I admire your man for sharing his legs.”

Tessa mumbled, “Me too. Thank you.”

November 7, 2023, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about waiting. Where does this waiting take place? Does it have a past or a future outcome? Who is waiting and why? Go where the prompt leads!

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Shaggy, Shaggy, Shaggy

There’re dogs named Shaggy,

And there’re shaggy dogs.

There are even shaggy cats,

My Maine Coon, Big’n, for one.

There is Shaggin’ on the Boulevard,

referring to dancing in the street.

There are heads of hair that look shaggy

Because they need a cut,

Or because they are cut that way.

There are shagbark hickory trees

And willow trees whose branches hang like shaggy hair.

Remember the shag rug era in the seventies,

When Moms took hours to vacuum

The shag in the same direction?

And then daughters who walked circular footprints on them,

Got grounded for their efforts.

Written in response to Charli Mills October 17, 2023, prompt at Carrot Ranch Literary: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about something shaggy. It can be carpet, a hair-do, or some sort of critter. How can something shaggy steer the story? Go where the prompt leads!

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You Can Walk Again

Michael, wearing shorts so his leg stumps showed, was speaking to new amputees. He looked forlorn, sitting on the platform between his wheelchair and prostheses. After being introduced, he started talking in an unsure voice. He demonstrated how to get in his chair and then how to attach his legs. Continuing to share his story with a stronger voice, he stood and took one step at a time across the platform. He finished with, “If I had walked in with the confidence it took me two, yes, two years to gain, I would have intimidated you rather than helped.”

Written in response to Charli Mills October 10, 2023, prompt at Carrot Rnch Literary: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about confidence. Is a character confident or struggling? Why? Is confidence cultural, compelling, or conflicting? What is the value of confidence? Go where the prompt leads!

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Stream of Conscience – Grass

A single blade of grass grows.

Have you ever watched a guinea pig eat a single blade of grass?

Their little mouth can move faster than you might imagine,

Then they look for another single blade of grass.

My Dad loved guinea pigs.

He had one after another, all named Whistles.

When they heard the fridge door open, they’d whistle for food and expect it.

Whistles didn’t like that wide, heavy grass with its sharp edges.

We kids used that to put between our two thumbs

and blow across to make it whistle.

It only took a single blade.

Written in response to Charli Mills September 26, 2023, prompt at Carrot Ranch Literary: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story that includes a blade of grass. What can you compare it to? Or in contrast? Is it a character prop or a story linchpin? Go poetic, go any genre or tone. Go where the prompt leads!

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Quilts of Valor Presented

During the Irish dance practice, held each Saturday at the No Thanks, that Tessa had asked the band members to stay half an hour later; two ladies came in the back door with five full shopping bags. Family members of the band also arrived, along with the local newspaper photographer.

When the dancers were finished, the two ladies from the Quilts of Valor organization presented a red, white, and blue quilt to each band member in honor of their service. Many individual, family, and group photos were taken after escaping tears were swiped from the men’s eyes, including Mac’s.

Part 2

Tessa had helped make the quilts in the local Quilts of Valor sewing group. She was proud of her work and the people who gave their time to make them. During the presentation, she heard a friend call the quilt a blanket. She moved toward the person and said, “Actually, it’s a quilt.”

“What’s the difference?”

“It has three layers, a top, a filler, and a backing, which are then covered with patterned stitching to hold the three layers together. A blanket only has one layer. But they accomplish the same thing, keeping one warm and cozy when used.”

Note: The pictured quilt is one I made and gave to the son of a WWII surgeon.

Written in response to Charli Mills September 19, 2023, prompt at Carrot Ranch Literary: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story that includes a blanket. Any interpretation works! What happens to a story when you give a character the prop of a blanket? Is the blanket the story? Is it a memory container, a source of comfort, or smothering? Go where the prompt leads!

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Crickets in the House

When Tessa came home from shopping, Jester raised his head and thumped his tail once. Rainbow opened one eye, and Michael waved from the couch.

Tessa asked, “No energetic greetings. What’s been happening?”

Michael mumbled, “Crickets.”

“What?”

Michael sat up. “Two crickets chirping in here. Jester was running around trying to find them, and then Rainbow got in the mix. I swear, those insects did it on purpose, moving from place to place. I saw them hopping, but I couldn’t catch them either. We’re exhausted from the chase.”

Tessa laughed, and a cricket chirped. “It’ll be a noisy night.”

Note: Jester is the family mutt, and Rainbow is an older cat.

Written in response to Charli Mills September 12, 2023, prompt at Carrot Ranch Literary: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about the insect nation. You can focus on a particular insect or all insects. Is your story one of acceptance and understanding? Scientific knowledge? Or apocalyptic horror? Get bugged and go where the prompt leads!

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