She rose, her dress trailing in the dirt behind her. Her hem was torn and wet. She resembled a bedraggled maiden who had been forced to work in the castle gardens. She ran. Holding the sacred locket in her clenched palm.
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Today’s OneWord: Chief
Known simply as, “The Chief”, my grandfather had been the Fire Chief in Dunn County for more than twenty years. He had saved just as many lives as cats and was loved by all who knew him. He was a man who commanded attention and demanded affection. A hug from The Chief was like being enveloped in a big, furry, love rug.
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Today’s OneWord: Epic
It was a failure of epic proportions. I didn’t know how I was ever going to tell her that I had failed. Failed. At the one thing she was so sure I could do. I couldn’t even do that. I couldn’t face her, couldn’t tell my sister that my marrow was not a match.
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Today’s OneWord: Wagon
The station wagon trundled down the dirt road. Beige and rusty, it rumbled and made a racket as it bounced along the pitted road. My brother and I knocked against one another in the back seat like marbles in a bag, laughing as we hit one another again and again.
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Today’s OneWord: Festival
I ran through the crowds, searching for him. He was here somewhere. I pushed people aside, yelling his name, frantically moving through the festival in search of his face. There he was. I stopped. Stood still. It’s better to know where your enemy is than to have him surprise you.
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Today’s OneWord: Function
I was so tired, I couldn’t function. My eyes threatened to close every other second, against my will and I could smell smoke. My legs would barely hold me up anymore and I stumbled against the brick as I made my way to the counter. The woman behind the counter took a step back as I approached, fear in her wide brown eyes. She made me think of a cow.
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Today’s OneWord: Odds
At odds with myself about what I should do, I turned down the alley. I knew there was a chance I would never leave the alley, but I didn’t care anymore. I didn’t care whether I saw another sunrise or got another piece of gum stuck to my shoes. I didn’t care as long as he was alive. So either he or I was not leaving that alley.
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Today’s OneWord: Hoop
It lay there, on the floor. Glistening in the sunlight that streamed in from the high window. Sparkling like happiness, it was a golden hoop earring. I knew it was hers, knew she had been here. So where was she now? Where had she gone? Why was her hoop left behind and would she live long enough for me to return it to her?
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Today’s OneWord: Cabin
I had cabin fever bad. I couldn’t believe it had rained for four days straight already. The road leading down the mountain was a sheer mudslide and I couldn’t safely get down it until things dried out a bit. It was a good thing I had made my grocery trip down the hill before the monsoon began.
I stood by my living room bay window with my cup of steaming hot, too sweet tea, and watched the rain fall.
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Today’s OneWord: Collar
She wore it attached to a collar on her neck. It was a locket. A gold locket with filigree flowers and vines. It was beautiful. And it was attached by a split ring to a pink dog collar. She wore it around her neck and the pink from the collar matched the pink on the tips of her liberty spikes. Her blue eyes sparkled as she grinned at me and my heart began to pound.
Eileen Maki 