A Short Bedtime Story

Mary Beth was certain she was never alone. Her family said it was just her imagination and ignored her uneasiness. They were wrong.


The Inheritance

Sarah didn’t remember ever meeting her late Uncle Gregory, which is why the phone call from his lawyer came as such a surprise. He needed to see her in his office the following day. Uncle Gregory had left her a  blank book wrapped in plain brown wrapping. Inside the book was an old handwritten card which read: Unlock Your Dreams. It’s Yours Now.

This 63-words story was inspired by Weekend Writing Prompt #76 – unlock

The Class Party

Every year, Class 3B hosted a Halloween party. After this year, however, Miss Honey has started thinking about hosting a spell-a-thon instead. It wasn’t that she didn’t like Halloween anymore, or that the students didn’t enjoy the party…it’s that this year, the students didn’t seem to have a brain between them. She never thought she needed to specify a pumpkin was needed for the carving contest. Billy brought a turnip, Sarah brought a banana, and Vladimir brought in his dead hamster. She never thought she needed to specify that the snacks should not be made with real blood and body parts. No one wanted to be rude to Vladimir’s parents though, so everyone at least tried their blood pudding, and everyone tried some of Louie’s finger cookies. The more she thought about it, it would be best if she cancelled anything to do with Halloween…at least until the vampire and zombie families either graduated or moved out of town.

Across Time

Elizabeth wore a beautiful handmade dress and carried a fragrant bouquet of flowers as she walked with Edward through the church doors. Surrounded by friends and family, they promised to love each other for all time. Little did they know that winter of 1723 would end their marriage, leaving a grieving widower behind.

Ed, as so many other men, young and old, stood when the nation needed them, leaving behind a young bride. Her photo survived long nights in the trenches and hot days in the desert but did not survive June 3, 1916. Eliza joined her husband that winter.

“First day of kindergarten is always hard,” the teacher said, “but trust me, they will be fine once you all leave, and we play our first game.”

Parents filed out leaving their youngsters in the capable hands of their teacher. Most of the children had been in preschool or daycare, so the first day was more stressful for their parents than them. They were having fun running around the room the exploring all the new toys and books they had to fill their day. Everyone except one brown-haired girl with a bow in her hair. She was crying in the corner.

“Hi,” a little boy with piercing blue eyes said as he sat down next to her. “Don’t worry, it’ll be fun.”

The little girl shook her head. “I don’t know anyone. I want to go home.”

The boy smiled and took hold of her hand. “I’m Eddie.”

The little girl wiped her eyes on her sleeve and looked at him. It was as if she already knew him. “I’m Lizzie.”

This short was inspired by the DWC  prompt – lost love