Palm Pilot
flash memory
in the pan

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Palm Sunday
ignoring the collection plate twice

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open your clenched fist
your palm can be a handshake
of new beginnings

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#Palm
@stevencudahy

The #MastoPrompt for Friday 3 April 2026 is:

#palm

The poem or story can include the prompt word or be about the prompt word.

@ me, if you like, or just include the #MastoPrompt tag (to allow people to follow or filter their feeds), or keep your work to yourself - all the options are good as long as you're writing.

If you're including an image please do include alt-text if you’re able to.

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#visitor
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#smallstory

Rita started thinking of explanations: she was dreaming, hallucinating, time travelling. Then she stopped and decided she would just go with it. She found her voice and called back, "I will, Mom". Taking a breath, she opened the door to her Jack, goofy smile and all.

(5/5)

#visitor
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#smallstory

Her hand reached for the door handle but then something was off. The handle, the door, her hand! No wrinkles, no rings! She turned to the hall mirror but it wasn't there, just Mom's calendar. Then a voice - her mother's voice! - called down to her, "that will be your date Jack Wells, be sure to welcome him in politely!"

(4/5)

#visitor
#MastoPrompt
#smallstory

Settling into the seat, she reached over for the book, which tipped against the handle of her mug. Her heart raced and she lifted the album quickly, but nothing spilled.

The doorbell rang. She wasn't expecting anyone else. On the way to answer it, she put the album back on the shelf.

(3/5)

#visitor
#MastoPrompt
#smallstory

The coffee machine stopped gurgling. Filling her mug, she caught herself expecting to see Jack walk in, hair unbrushed, wearing the same innocent goofy expression he still has -- had -- since she met him 63 years ago.

She wasn't losing it, she knew Jack was...dead. But she couldn't believe that she was in a world without that goofy smile.

She pulled out their wedding album and sat in Jack's chair, then got up and moved to her own.

(2/5)

#visitor
#MastoPrompt
#smallstory

On her first morning alone after all the visitors had left, Rita filled the coffee machine to the usual mark. She busied herself setting their places at the table.

It was quiet after the funeral, the visitors. Her children, her grandchildren really were adults. It was wonderful but painful to see them: they had their own lives to live.

(1/5)