prompt: frosting, blanket, clock

“Really, if you think about it, the sun is one giant clock.” 

Rebecca let the comment hang in the air between their beach towels, the waves crashing against the shore filling the silence instead. It didn’t take long for Sam to break it yet again. 

“I guess sundials have been around for forever.”

Rebecca hummed in agreement, sitting up to look at the ocean and try to tune out her brother’s observations. The endless blanket of blue reached the horizon and far beyond that, not locked to the land like she was. 

“And, like, the sun has been around for longer than the ocean, even.”

Rebecca clenched her jaw. If she owned a car, Sam wouldn’t even be here, but instead she had to beg him for a ride and sit through is inane chatter. She stood and walked towards the water. There was a puff of foam that the waves had stirred up lining the shore like frosting.

Through the wind she heard Sam shout, just loud enough for Rebecca to hear him, “Looks a bit like frosting!” 

Rebecca let the comment hang in the air for a moment. Then, in nothing more than a whisper, she admitted to the ocean, “That’s exactly what I was thinking.”

prompt: heaven, broom, car

Katie pulled her thumb out from between her teeth, because this was important. “I promise you, Jessie. Promise, promise.”

Suspicious blue eyes narrowed. “You’re wrong. I saw it, brooms can definitely fly.”

“You saw a movie–”

“And went on the ride!”

“That was all fake. Like when that car flew in that other movie.” Katie continued explaining, but Jessie still sat on the broom, looking over the edge of the couch that they really shouldn’t be standing on. She was still about to jump. 

“That’s different,” Jessie countered. “Cars have roads, what do brooms have?”

“Floors!”

“Well then if I crash into the floor, it won’t be that big of a deal.”

“For the broom and the floor, but for Jessie–?”

But Jessie didn’t hear or didn’t care, instead she jumped. Then, there was a short scream, followed by a crash. 

“Told you so.” 

Jessie groaned, pulling the broom out from under her with one hand and rubbing her head with the other. “I think I saw heaven.”

prompt: envy, doll, gondola

  • envy doll gondola

The curve of her cheek reminded Sarah of a doll, plump and perfect. Even from high above, as she leaned against the stonewall of the bridge, Sarah could clearly see the dusting of freckles and the press of a dimple when the doll laughed. Her laugh chimed like bells along the canal; the surly gondola driver had even cracked a smile. All eyes were on her, and Sarah wanted to be her, even though she knew nothing about her, not even her name.

There was a young man in front of the doll-like beauty, and even Sarah knew his interest far outweighed the woman’s. He didn’t seem to mind. With each long pull of the gondola paddle, the world revolved around the woman, and her plump and perfect cheeks. 

Sarah pushed away from the stonewall of the bridge, just enough to brace her palms on the top of it and hoist herself over its edge. Into the air, it was like time suspended for a moment as Sarah hovered over the gondola. Then there was a thunk as her body hit wood and a series of splashes. The doll wasn’t perfect anymore.