Mastodawn

Margaret Moonshadow Feb 28

She spied the tiny baby, an over-sized kidney bean, in the hotel's pool light.

The mysterious guest had told her, with a gleam, "Nothing ever dies."

It was Emaline, her dream, a miscarriage but alive!

How to explain?

Her heart reeled.

She held the bundle and rang the concierge.

"Diapers?"

#mastoprompt #bundle #50WordFiction @stevencudahy

Margaret Moonshadow Feb 27

Worrier

I am not supposed to be touching little Jesus inside my purse while I am at church.

But Uncle Danny gave me Jesus before he died.

I say, "Sorry Jesus," in case I touch his no-no square.

Mama gives me a look.

"Don't worry, Lina," Jesus says to me.

#mastoprompt #worrier #50wordfiction @stevencudahy

Photo: King, King Cakes, New Orleans (The Hidden Meanings Behind the Objects in King Cakes: More Than Just a Baby)

Margaret Moonshadow Feb 6

When my father called me Satan, my grandmother said “Come west. You were born under the snow moon, not meant for this.” Hiking from her cabin on the Conejos, my feet in the gravel, cliffs matching my ascent, the silence and sky held me.

#mastoprompt #quiet #microfiction #50WordFiction @stevencudahy

https://brokenwriterblog.wordpress.com/2019/11/16/moon/

moon

When my father called me Satan, my grandmother said “Come west. You were born under the snow moon, not meant for this.” Hiking from her cabin on the Conejos, my feet in the gravel, clif…

Within A Forest Dark

Margaret Moonshadow Jan 23

"Longing"

At sunset, she walks the beach hushing a nonexistent infant in her arms. But no one else has seen her, only me. They say I imagine her, dead and barren in my longing.

#Mastoprompt #barren @stevencudahy #tinyfiction #50wordFiction

Photo: "Florida" by Mickey Luigi Logitmark, flickr, Public Domain

Margaret Moonshadow Jan 16

His fat mitt, a hot potato, gripped my hand.

The smell of bloody chop steak declassed the place There was no pleasant aroma of char.

His eyes had an odd intensity.

If I stood to leave, his hand would tighten like Chinese handcuffs.

#mastoprompt #aroma #50WordFiction

Margaret Moonshadow Oct 16

For this year's Biketoberfest in Daytona, Tamasa wears a cat ear full face black helmet. No one knows her and she doesn't take it off. She prefers it that way. Last year she had witnessed a shootout between rival gangs and a woman held hostage. She keeps her gun concealed but stays aloof, watchful. She drinks alone in her hotel room from little bottles of wine. Her brother had taught her to ride but China Girl took him away. From her hotel balcony, she pours one out, just for him. #50WordFiction

Margaret Moonshadow May 16, 2025

Trump's military birthday extravaganza plans remind me of a much humbler birthday he planned for me in a very weird dream several years ago. Similar to this 50-word fiction piece which was based on another dream, I had a dream in which he was riding shotgun in a former Honda Civic of mine, saying we would have this grand McDonalds-sponsored birthday party at the White House, and I would pay for it. The linked story was part of a #50WordFiction #DarkEaster challenge. https://brokenwriterblog.wordpress.com/2020/04/11/easter/

Cheeto

I had a dream Easter Eve. I was riding shotgun in a Mini being driven by a Cheeto. He was talking in an airy voice, telling stories and baby rhymes. I was nodding in and out of consciousness.…

Within A Forest Dark