100WW — The Rally

02a53f4a-d4ea-404c-aebe-43268679557fAnita was crafting her intricate sign to bring to the rally. Donna brought her a cup of coffee and set it down on the table. “What are you hoping to accomplish?” Donna asked.

“My quest is to call attention to women’s rights,” Anita said. “Ever since Trump and his criminal associates took over, the rights we fought so hard for are frail. We must take umbrage with what they are doing not just in our words but with our actions.

“Well, it just so happens I read your horoscope today,” Donna said. “It said your endeavors will bear fruit.”

(100 words)

Written for Bikurgurl’s 100 Word Wednesday prompt. Photo by T. Chick McClure.

Also for these one-word prompts: Word of the Day Challenge (intricate), Nova’s Daily Random Word (coffee), Ragtag Daily Prompt (quest), Your Daily Word Prompt (associate), Daily Addictions (frail), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (umbrage), and Weekly Prompts (horoscope).

Ill-Conceived Celebration

559FE81C-5F73-4C41-A131-1A8BF3DD6516“I need a pencil,” Aaron said. “Can you quit squatting in that corner and find me one?”

“Why do you need a pencil?” Ray asked.

“I’m planning the celebration.”

“What celebration?”

“To honor the President. He’s coming to town for a rally.”

“You want to plan a celebration for that imperious bastard?”

“He’s the President. We can’t afford not to celebrate his being here.”

“I can’t believe how happy you are to capitulate to that moron who is destroying our nation.

(Exactly 82 words)

26D489A5-3E66-4D92-866E-0551A1656DA9Written for Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt (“celebration” in exactly 82 words). And for: Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (pencil), Ragtag Daily Prompt (squat), Your Daily Word Prompt (imperious), Scotts Daily Prompt (afford), and Word of the Day Challenge (capitulate).

Please Don’t Go

0B2487E6-F397-4A38-AD6B-2B66D6C4CDD6“Mom, I really don’t think you should go,” Abbie said to her mother.

“Why not, Sweetie?” Amanda asked her daughter.

“I don’t know. I just have a bad feeling,” Abbey replied.

“Ah, another one of your premonitions?” Amanda said, a wry smile on her face.

“Don’t mock me, Mom,” Abbie insisted. “I am worried for you, that’s all.”

“I know, Sweetie,” Amanda said. “But you always seem to have these feelings of foreboding and nothing bad ever actually happens. You’re too young to be such a worry wart.”

“But Mom….”

“Abbie, enough already,” Amanda said. “I’m going to be surrounded by other teachers who feel the same way I do about that clown of a president suggesting that we teachers pack heat in our schools. It’s a peaceful demonstration. It will be fine. I’ll be fine.”

Knowing that she would be unable to persuade her strong-willed mother against going to the rally, Abbie finally gave up. “Just promise me, Mom, that if things get even the least bit weird, you’ll leave.”

“I love you, Sweetie, even with all of your worrying and troubling premonitions,” Amanda said, hugging her daughter. “I’ll be back before dinner time.”


The bulletin came on Abbie’s iPhone news feed about two hours later. There was a shooting at the teachers’ rally at City Hall. A man with an AR-15 semiautomatic weapon, wearing a red “Make America Great Again” hat, opened fire on the the assembled group. There were mass casualties.

Written for today’s one-word prompt, “premonition.”

SoCS — Spelling Matters

The group of about a hundred armband-wearing radicals gathered in the armory awaiting the speech by their local organizer. When he finally arrived, the audience members swarmed around him, shaking his hand and encouraging him before he got to the podium.

The attendees were silent as the speaker started talking. “My fellow Americans, I sincerely thank you for coming out on this very warm night. The only way for us to live in harmony with our American brothers and sisters is to sound the alarm. Those who wish to do us harm want to take away our rights and destroy the very fabric of our beloved county.”

After a large round of applause, the speaker continued. “Don’t allow yourself to be charmed by the rhetoric of the east coast globalist and elitists who want to disarm you with their flowery words. You must raise your arms toward the sky stand tall against the harmful ideas that would take away our God-given right to bare arms.”

Loud cheering ensued and the speaker raised his arms to quiet the crowd. “So before you go back to your homes and your farms tonight, in an act of solidarity and to demonstrate our harmoneous commitment to our cause, I command you to bare your arms!”

At that point, throughout the armory, the sounds of ripping fabric could be heard as the hundred attendees tore off the sleeves of their shirts and bared their arms.

An attendee in the back of the auditorium tapped one of the exuberant men on the shoulder and said, “What’s going on? I thought this was a rally to support our right to bear arms.”

“Oh no,” responded the other guy. “The rally for the right to bear arms is at the high school. This here is the rally for the right to bare arms.”

“Huh?” said the first guy.

“Spelling matters,” said the second guy.

Written for today’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt from Linda G. Hill. The challenge is to write a post using the word “arm,” either as a stand-alone word or as a word with “arm” in it.