Prompt 114

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What did you wear to prom? How did you get your outfit, and what happened to it?

To junior prom I wore a very simple strapless, light blue dress and silver flip-flops with maybe a half-inch heel. I don’t remember the jewelry. Probably simple as well.

For my senior prom I wore a white strapless dress with a light green sash around the middle and an embroidered green floral design on the bodice. The shoes were plain white heels and again, I don’t remember the jewelry. My cousin did my hair and makeup both times.

I didn’t buy my dresses at the local mall because my high school was small and I didn’t want to risk wearing the same dress as someone else. I’m pretty sure my dad drove me both times and paid for my junior dress while I paid for the senior one. They were on the cheap side because I knew there wasn’t a point spending a lot of money on something I was going to wear once for just a few hours.

Both of my dresses are still in my bedroom closet at my parents’ house. I’d like to alter them so I can wear them again. At the very least the white and green one.

Prompt 113

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Everyone was laughing, except you.

She was alone at the end of bar and yet, she was not alone. She was with her boyfriend. And two of his friends. And one friend’s girlfriend. But she was still alone. They sat together in a line, her boyfriend chatting amiably with one friend while the other two spoke at the other end. She tried to listen, tried to engage, but when she asked a question she was told, “It would take too long to explain.”

After a few minutes she whispered to her boyfriend and suggested they move to a table. They moved. The atmosphere became a little warmer. Now she could see and hear everyone, but they laughed and spoke of things she did not know, things she did not understand. She became cold again and drank her beer quietly, listening. And watching.

Her boyfriend’s friend and his girlfriend smiled at one another. Made eyes. Laughed. Held hands. Kissed. Her own boyfriend paid no attention. She felt even more alone.

What’s the point? she thought, realizing she could never be part of their world no matter how hard she tried. But she continued to long for it. This was her boyfriend’s world, part of his life. Was she not part of his life, too? Why could all parts not be whole? “Life partners” is what he said they were. But only some parts.

They laughed again.

She sighed, drank her beer, and continued to listen.

Prompt 112

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Write your obituary.

Angelica C. passed away in her home in Savannah, GA on Wednesday, August 13, 2064 at the age of 73.

A life-long writer, Angelica moved to Savannah with the hope of finally finishing her first novel. Silver Dawn was published a year later and was immensely successful, quickly being adapted into the beloved Oscar-winning movie. She released a few other books including her mystery, The Master Piece, but none matched the success of the novel that brought her to fame.

In addition to writing, Angelica enjoyed reading, traveling, and eating good food. Although she never had children, she loved her nieces and nephews as though they were her own.

Angelica is predeceased by her parents, John and Emma C.

She is survived by three younger siblings: her sister Caroline, her husband, their children, and their grandchildren; her brother John, his wife, their children, and their grandchildren; and her brother Luke, his wife, their children, and their grandchildren.

Service will be held 9:00 a.m. Saturday, August 16, 2064 at the Cathedral of St. John the Baptist, located at 222 East Harris Street.

Prompt 111

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Shannon laughed after Randy’s sarcastic response. “You know I wasn’t being serious, right?” she asked, looking over her shoulder as she held the door for her husband. “I just-” Shannon stopped talking as someone bumped into her and knocked her phone from her hand. “Hey!”

“I’m so sorry!” the man said, picking up the phone and handing it to Shannon.

“Watch where you’re going, buddy” Randy said as his wife examined her phone for scratches.

“I know, I’m sorry.”

Shannon slipped her phone into her pocket and glared at the man. Her anger, however, shifted to shock when she recognized him. “Adam?”

The man looked confused before recognition crossed his face. “Shannon?”

Shannon simply stared at Adam, unable to believe who she was seeing. It had been more than ten years since she last saw him. Back then he was skinny and baby-faced, but the man in front of her now clearly worked out and had joined in on the hipster beard fad. To be frank, he looked hot.

Randy cleared his throat and his wife immediately turned to him. “Oh! Randy, this is Adam. Adam, this is my husband, Randy.” Shannon slipped her hand into Randy’s.

“‘Husband’?” Adam asked, surprised. “I mean, obviously. Of course you’re–Pleasure to meet you, man.” He held out his hand and Randy warily accepted. “A-anyways,” Adam continued. “I have to get going. It was great to see you, Shannon. You… you look good.” He forced himself to smile and gave a quick wave before leaving.

“So that was Adam,” Randy stated after a beat.

Of course he knew about Adam, he was Shannon’s first love and they dated for three years in college. She was the one who did the leaving, but it was not because he did anything wrong. They just had different plans and those plans did not mesh.

“That was Adam.” Shannon squeezed Randy’s hand and looked up to see his expression. He was clearly thinking about something. Maybe he was comparing himself to the other man? “Hey, let’s go home.” Shannon suggested. “We still have that cheesecake in the fridge and it’s calling my name.”

“Yeah… sure.”

“Hey.” Shannon squeezed her husband’s hand again so he would look at her. “I love you, okay? I’m married to you and we have a beautiful life together and the reappearance of an ex doesn’t change any of that.” She pressed his hand to her belly and smiled. “This is proof of that. Our child.”

Randy sighed and smiled as well. “I know,” he said, wrapping his wife in a hug. “I know.”

Prompt 109

b31You are a loser who lives alone with a cat and have for quite some time. One day your cat can’t take it anymore and starts talking. What does it say?

“Seriously, human? All you do is eat, work, eat more, and either watch Netflix or play video games all night. Do not get me wrong, I am just as lazy as the next cat, but I am tired of your constant presence and attention! Leave me alone and find yourself a boyfriend!”

Prompt 108

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Imagine you are unable to speak for a year. What would you do to communicate, and what impact would it have on your relationships? What would you be saving up to say at the end of the year?

Thanks to technology these days it would be easy to communicate. There’s texting and email–which I would probably use the most–or if someone was in front of me I could just type a note on my phone and show him/her the screen. And if the battery died I could always resort to pen and paper or a marker and dry-erase board. So exchanging words would be easy but conveying tone and emotions would not. Yes, there are emojis, but do they really get the point across? I have misinterpreted and had my own texts misinterpreted multiple times already while I can speak. It’s rough and can put a strain on relationships. I call my family at least once a week and that connection would be lost. They could call to talk so I could still hear their voices but I wouldn’t be able to respond. There is Skype and we could see each other’s facial expressions while they spoke and I typed, but it’s not an ideal situation. Probably the biggest thing I would miss saying is, “I love you.” Three simple yet powerful words. I would hate not being able to say them.