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🐈‍⬛💀👵 The scent of her perfume drift

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The scent of her perfume drifting on the breeze. A melody she used to hum absentmindedly while doing dishes. Her favorite flower, growing through a neighbor's fence on my walk to school. So many little things make me think of my grandmother every day.

Today it was a cat.

Now, there is nothing in my memory that would connect my grandmother to cats… it's not that she didn't like them, she simply had nothing to do with them. So why, then, does this strange black cat (who is still staring at me, by the way), remind me of her? No, it doesn't remind me of her… it IS her. I look into this cat's eyes and I know, inexplicably, that this cat is my grandmother.

"G-grandma?" I finally ask after a minute of staring at the black cat sitting at eye level, regally perched on a stone wall. The cat slowly squinted its eyes and began to purr, and a chill ran up my spine. I gingerly reached out to pet it, and it bumped the top of its head into my hand before I could. I smiled, and the cat continued to purr happily. It followed me all the way to school and stopped outside the fence. When the school day finished it was waiting there to walk me home. This has become our routine.

Weeks have gone by, and I don't think this cat is my grandmother. I don't think I even truly thought so the day I met it. But it still reminds me of her, and the warmth she made me feel. Like taking a big whiff of the inside of a spice cabinet, or having soup after playing in the snow, or being wrapped up in a coat that's too big.

I always look forward to walking to and from school now, this cat purring by my side.
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The winner this week was @piecesofelyses with 🐈‍⬛💀👵. Thank you all for playing!
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"We're not in Kansas anymore." I whispered to no o

"We're not in Kansas anymore." I whispered to no one in particular. The wind whipped past my face where I sat, high atop a hill where I stared down at the destruction below. I absentmindedly picked at a stalk of wheat with my finger and thumb and slid up to the tip, dislodging the seeds with the motion. They tumbled down like snowflakes until another gust of wind swept them away. I looked down at my chest to make sure my heart still wasn't beating. Then I stood, teetering slightly, and trudged down the hill.

I collected several things; bottle caps, discarded shoes, tattered umbrellas. I carried what I found in a satchel, and tied shoelaces together to adorn my neck. But when I saw the hat, something in me changed. I placed it on my head and felt a thrill rush through me. I dropped my satchel, bottle caps spilling to the dirt, and drew the skeleton of an umbrella out of the rubble like the sword from the stone. Then, I danced. If only Fred Astaire could see me now, cane in hand and shoes tapping, albeit muffled by the dusty ground. I spun and swayed, dipped and kicked and bowed, I flipped the hat down my arm and into my hand before replacing it on my head. I lept and glided, and then I hooked the umbrella in the crook of my elbow and gave an elegant bow. The rain began, first distant and then thunderous in my tin ears, and I imagined it to be the roar of applause. When I lifted my head once again, I realized that I should be concerned with the weather, and on any usual day I would have run for shelter to avoid rusting. But I didn't care. Not today.

I looked down and this time-- movement. My heart was beating, I was sure of it.

The storm lasted three weeks, and my body has been rusted in place ever since. I don't mind, though. Despite the wind and weather, the hat remains, and my heart is still beating.
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The story prompt was 🫀🎩🌪️, by @mc.dolci! #shortstory #flashfiction #storyprompt #illustration #fiction #writingchallenge #writing

The story continues!! I have full Frog Story so fa

Let's play!! Comment three emojis, and at noon tom

Let's play!! Comment three emojis, and at noon tomorrow I will use a random number generator to choose a comment and write a short story using whatever emoji sequence I get, in the order you put them in, as the prompt! Comment as many times as you want (but don't go too crazy, I don't want IG to think you were hacked or are spamming or anything like that). LET'S GOOOOOOOOOOO 🎷🐴🕺
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(Reposted to change background color)
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#shortstory #game #letsplay #shortstoryprompt #illustrationprompt #goodluck #whowillwin #imalittlescared

Aaaaand I'm back! I spent the last week visiting f

Aaaaand I'm back! I spent the last week visiting family with my phone tucked far away in my bag. It was simply delightful and much, much needed! I didn't do much of anything besides spend the highest quality time with my lovely people, but here are some hands I sketched while traveling. 💜 Get ready for another short story coming soon, and maybe a long awaited continuation of my frog adventure! 🐸 🪱
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(8/8) When we parted I tried to give her the locke

(8/8) When we parted I tried to give her the locket, but she gently refused. “I have other things,” she grinned the same secretive grin I used to see in my grandmother. I’ve never found the letters, but every now and then I will receive one of my own, along with the occasional box of tea from her international travels. I have kept my grandmother’s secret, and the locket remains in my possession. The other day while visiting my mother I found an old album containing a photo of my grandmother, her young children at her side, absolutely beaming at the camera.
"Whoever was taking the photo, they must've been someone Mom loved very much," My mother said, wiping a tear from her cheek.
“Yes,” I smiled. “They must’ve been.”
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Thank you for following along for this little story series! What did you think about it? Do you want to see more like this? What's your favorite flavor of ice cream? Let me know in the comments!!
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