Microdosing Fiction - 100mg of a Willow
Write 100 words based on the word: WILLOW
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Our prompt for today is WILLOW
Write a story in 100 words!
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The snow melted, the birds began to sing and Josephine still sat in the chair. Consumed by the world without color, like the photos spread all around her.
They were so full of life, yet so dead. Photos of a gift promised; never delivered.
The grief pressed against her ribs, suffocating her with pain. She turned her gaze away, unable to bear the reminders of what was lost.
Outside the window stood a willow returning to life after the cruel winter had passed. It grows again; it blooms—brings hope.
Willow, a sign of rebirth… that was supposed to be her name.
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The robbery a week old, Frenchy figured himself clear to lighten his saddlebags on some relaxation, boots-off style. After a brief negotiation in the hotel lobby, he found himself upstairs, face to face with a flaxen haired beauty who was wearing, apparently, naught but a paisley dressing gown.
“What do they call you, sugar?” he asked.
“Willow.”
“Beautiful name.”
“It’s not my name.” She opened the robe. Confirming the absence of underthings. But what caught his eye, amid the splendor, was the garter, and moreso what it held. A battered tin star.
“It’s what we’re going to hang you from.”
Pépère wanted to make Mémère a rocking chair, where she could sit and nurse their babies. He went down to the river, choosing the best branches from the ancient willow tree, and used them to weave a sturdy seat and bottom for the maple chair he'd built for her. Mémère rocked my mother and aunts and uncles in this chair, and later rocked me there too, letting the motion lull me to sleep. When Mémère and Pépère died, they left the chair to me, so I could rock my own children, while remembering and dreaming of their century old love.