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Hello and welcome to this week’s hop. Thanks for taking the time to join us. We appreciate you! This week’s challenge comes from the amazing Brenda Margriet:

I missed the last Flash Fiction week, so I decided to assign it again. Write 500 words using these three words: grandmother, freckle, giant.

My grandmother loved my freckles. She said they were adorable. I hated them. Who wants dark spots all across their nose? But she said that one day I would meet a man who would appreciate how unique they were and how special I was. And he would be the one for me.

Well, Grandma, no such luck to date.

I had time before I had to be at work, so I thought I’d treat myself to a fancy coffee at that new shop. It was a bright, hot morning and the cool interior of the store was a welcome respite. But my eyes hadn’t quite adjusted to the dim interior and I bumped straight into a giant.

“So sorry,” I mumbled, as I looked up and up to find his face. His very handsome face. But the man had to be well over six feet four and I’m just five feet nothing.

“I’m not,” he replied and grinned. Straight white teeth, a tanned complexion, and eyes the color of the sea after a storm. My heart did a somersault. “I like when a girl throws herself at me.”

Really? “Really?” Of course he was arrogant.

“No, not really. In fact, they never do. Guess it’s because I’m so easy to spot. If you’re looking up.”

Which I clearly wasn’t. But I should have been. Not so arrogant after all.

“You could make it up to me,” he said, a sly grin lifting his lips. I guess he noted my less than enthusiastic expression. “No, no. Just sit for a bit and have a coffee with me. I’ll even buy.”

I was suspicious, but this was a public place and he seemed pretty harmless, even though he was very tall. And broad-shouldered.

“Ulterior motive?” I asked, not knowing what to expect he would answer.

“Yes. I need to work on my math and observation skills.” He nodded very seriously.

“I don’t understand.” I was truly confused.

“I’m guessing forty-six, but I’d like to be sure.”

I just stared into those teal-blue, sincere eyes. “Forty-six?” I managed.

“Why the freckles, of course. There is nothing so adorable on a woman. But you must know that.”

“So I was told. By a very smart woman.”

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Now let’s hop over to the amazing A.S. Fenichel and see what she wrote.

http://asfenichel.com/blog

Have you read her books? They are fabulous!

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Happy Tuesday and welcome to our weekly hop. We love having you here! This week’s challenge comes from the amazing A.S. Fenichel:

Tomorrow is my birthday. I know, things got terrible on this day in 2001. Where were you that day? What do you remember? What stood out to you? What was your “silver lining” takeaway?

First, happy birthday tomorrow, A.S.!

Yes, things did get beyond terrible that day. I was home, getting ready to have lunch with a friend when she called me to say the world was coming to an end. She was right in so many ways. And the horrendous just kept on coming. So many people killed or hurt, so many lives destroyed and damaged. And such far-reaching effects (and affects) that still leaves their mark on today.

I remember being shaken to my core. Attacked in America? Inconceivable. Was nothing secure?

But then I also remember the courage, the strength, the heart of Americans. We came together that day, one country. On that horrible day, we put aside petty differences to help when we could, to pray, to offer succor.

There was a feeling of not being safe anymore, but that was over-ridden by knowing we weren’t alone. We, as Americans, had each other.

It saddens me that we had to have such a disaster to bring us together. But it strengthens me to know that, when anything happens, we are one country, one people, and I hope we remember that every day.

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Now, let’s pop over to the birthday girl and see what she remembers from that day…

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Happy Tuesday and welcome to this week’s hop. So happy you joined us!

I came up with the challenge this time:

Name a pastime/hobby that inspires you.

Well, I should probably start with the obvious…reading. Years ago a friend gave me a copy of a Kathleen Woodiwiss book and I was hooked. I loved the genre and I was inspired to tell some of my own stories. Nothing inspires me like delving into a book and losing myself in it. It reminds me of the power of the written word and how it stimulates my imagination. Sometimes I wonder how there is room in my brain for all the tales I’d like to tell.

I also love to sew. I so enjoy buying beautiful, bright-colored fabric and fashioning it into something I or one of my friends can actually wear. And, compared to writing a novel, it’s a very fast process. I do love that immediate gratification.

The other hobbies that help me concentrate on plotting and characters are painting and jewelry-making. Both involve (again) bright colors. Creating images on canvas (in acrylic) is very satisfying. As for the jewelry, I love the bling. And, I have actually been able to donate some of my work to raise money for my favorite causes. Nothing feels better than that.

Now, of course, I am spending a lot of time with my newest pastime: puppy rearing. Inspiring? No, more like exhausting. But the rewards outweigh the problems. She is the cutest little thing and she is going to be a great dog and a wonderful companion. And soon…are you listening, Annie?…soon!

I hope your takeaway from this is: do what makes you (and others) happy and it will enrich your life.

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Now let’s pop over to the incredible A.S. Fenichel and hear what inspires her…

http://asfenichel.com/blog

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Hello and welcome to this week’s hop. As always, we are so happy you are here! This week’s challenge comes from the amazing Brenda Margriet:

Let’s share our favourite summer photos, from any year.

My favorite summer photos are from a very long time ago and have since faded away. But, luckily, thanks to the internet, I can gather some pictures of the city that reflect my visit that summer. And relate a wonderful tale to go with the photographs.

Right after I graduated from college, I took the summer off and went to Rome.

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Among some of the wonderful places I visited, there was the coliseum (of course), and “The Pieta” (breathtaking), and I walked the Spanish steps (so impressive).

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I met some wonderful people and had the time of my life. I ate in places the tourists had yet to discover where the food was authentic and amazing, and I learned Italian. But one story told to me has stuck with me all these years.

One of my new friends introduced me to the Piazza Navona. There is a church there and in front of it sits a fabulous fountain. Now the man who built the church and the one who designed the fountain were rivals. One said the other one’s fountain would crumble before his church. No, said the other man. Your church will fall first. And so he had one of the statues built with his arms raised for when the church fell down.

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Oh, to be graced with such talent and a wonderful sense of humor.

And speaking of travel…how about Morocco?

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Now let’s pop over to the wonderful A.S. Fenichel and see her pictures…

http://asfenichel.com/blog

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Hello and welcome to our hop. We are really happy you joined us! This week’s challenge comes from the fabulous Dani Jace:

Entering the “dog days” of summer in my area. Do you have pets? What type and how many? Do you write pets into your stories

These summer months have been a time of sadness because we lost our beloved Jakita.

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She was the best dog. She sat at my feet every day when I wrote my books and she was the most loyal, loving, most stubborn, funniest…well, you get the point. I miss her terribly.

But the house was so quiet and empty, we decided to get another dog. A puppy. I know. What were we thinking? But, we saw little Annie and it was love at first sight. And it helped ease the pain. We actually don’t get to pick her up until Friday and I forgot how much is involved in raising and training one from scratch. She’ll only be eight weeks old. So, no sleep for awhile. But look at that face…

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I’m a little nervous, but I’ve been to the pet store to stock up on supplies and I think we’re ready. Maybe. But again, look at that face.

As for writing pets into my stories…”The Defiant Bride” features a horse like the one I had (although horses really aren’t pets) and “The Dream Dancer’s” Bryce has a great dog.

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I realize I should probably write about pets more often. There is no greater comfort than their unconditional love….

Now let’s pop over to the wonderful Dani Jace and hear about her pets….

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Hello and welcome to this week’s hop. So happy to see you! This week’s challenge comes from the amazing A.S. Fenichel:

It’s been a while since we had a Flash Fiction. Write 500 words using Coffee, Blue and Waterfall. Bonus points if you include a kiss. 📷😉

Here’s mine:

The day bloomed bright and warm, the sky a brilliant blue. Tammy dressed quickly, poured herself a cup of coffee and sat at the small kitchen table. Restless, she got up and walked outside.

Her small cabin overlooked the valley below and the greening of springtime filled the eye with endless meadows and peeking wildflowers. The rushing of the river as it tumbled over the waterfall nearby was the only sound, except for the birds calling love songs to one another. Peace. It was the only word to describe all this.

But this morning, that quiet contentment had been shaken. Inside her house, the gorgeous man in her bed still slept, or so she hoped. She needed a few minutes of quiet time to think. He had proposed last night, and it had shaken her to her core. Rest had eluded her, which was why she was up so early.

Two years ago, she had fled from a monster who had, in front of God and everyone, promised to love and honor. Instead, he had broken her nose, cracked several ribs and fractured her arm before she had the courage to run.  She had been so stupid. She believed him over and over again when he said he was sorry, that it would never happen again. Until, finally, she knew better.

She changed her name, moved to this distant spot and had taken only jobs that would pay her in cash. But she never felt really safe. Would not feel safe until the man she no longer thought of as a partner was dead or, at the very least, in jail for a very long time.

Then, eight months ago, she met Bill. Terrified, self-protective, she had resisted his kindness and offers to help.  He had never raised a hand to her, never verbally abused her, been nothing but patient. The only anger she ever saw was when she described her old life.

Little by little, he broke through her barriers and slowly, agonizing so, she had finally let him into her heart and her bed. And, now, she was—what? In love? Yes. But in order to make a future with Bill, she would have to legally extricate herself from the old life. The thought of facing that jackal had fear coursing through her veins like hot lava.

Living in a state of terror was exhausting. The very idea of freedom from the past and starting anew was exhilarating. But was she brave enough?

She looked down at the warm drink in her hands and decided she wanted her life to be a full cup. Stepping back into the house, she strode into the bedroom and kissed Bill awake.

“Yes”.

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Now, let’s pop over to the wonderful Dani Jace and read hers….

http://www.danijace.com/blog

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Happy summer and thanks for joining us. We are so glad you’re here! I came up with this week’s challenge:

It is hot! What food or drink do you recommend to cool the heat of summer?

Two words…ice cream! Really, is there anything any better than licking an ice cream cone when the heat and humidity are so high you just want to hide inside? And the best part: a kabillion flavors to choose from. If you’re in the mood for something light, there’s sorbet. Or how about a simple choice like vanilla or chocolate. Something more exotic? Decadent? Pretty much anything Ben and Jerry’s. But there are seriously so many choices. Fabulous!

And then there are popsicles. They’re so cold and sweet and satisfying. Or you can choose real fruit bars for the more health conscious (okay, they might have lots of sugar, but it’s a treat, right?). Or, how about an ice cream sandwich or one of those cones with the chocolate and nuts on top.

Okay, so not only am I a little bit cooler just thinking about all this, I am now starving. So, if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to the freezer. Hey, it’s hot!

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Let’s hop over to the incredible A.S. Fenichel and see how she keeps her cool.

http://asfenichel.com/blog