Purple Prose

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Grandma grinds plums in her conical grinder, shredding the flesh from the pits. Under the table, my little brother sits, purple around his mouth from taste-testing the plums he  helped her pick. My father pushes a cooling cup of Postum closer to my grandmother as she resumes the story I’ve interrupted.  I dash to my room, having just minutes to prepare for the dance before my car full of friends arrives, honking the horn. My Grandmother begins another story about the old country as I tear off my school jeans. I dress in her stories—patterned and purple as night.

For Friday Fictioneers we are to write a story of under 100 words.

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My blog, which started out to be about overcoming grief, quickly grew into a blog about celebrating life. I post daily: poems, photographs, essays or stories. I've lived in countries all around the globe but have finally come to rest in Mexico, where I've lived since 2001. My books may be found on Amazon in Kindle and print format, my art in local Ajijic galleries. Hope to see you at my blog.

12 thoughts on “Purple Prose”

  1. rochellewisoff's avatarrochellewisoff

    Dear Judy,

    You can never go wrong with purple. 😉 However the idea of Friday Fictioneers is not just to write a 100 word story, but also to use the provided photo prompt.

    I’ve added your link to the inLInkz list to ensure you more reads. Just putting in my comment section won’t get your many readers.

    Thanks for participating.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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  5. janebasilblog's avatarjanebasilblog

    Ha! Some bitter little bot at WP HQ pretended your blog didn’t exist, but I’ve tricked it by looking for your posts in my reader.

    What a beautifully written story – the words are so clean and sharp I can almost taste them.

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