We’re Giving Him a Chance by Robyn McComb

Prompt: Conversation with my souse | Word Count: 1200 | Genre: realistic fiction

“Are you sure this is what you want to do?” he asked. He smoothed back his hair, a gesture he often performed when he was trying to calm his nerves. The deep grooves of worry and despair etched into his forehead seemed to bring out the gray in his blue eyes.

“Well, I still don’t know. You know that I don’t want this.” Glenda rubbed her belly. “You know that this isn’t what I wanted, Carl. I wanted us to be parents.”

“We still have a shot. This baby isn’t guaranteed to be – to be –“

“Retarded?” Glenda said sharply. “We don’t need to beat around the bush. You saw that ultrasound, too.”

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Ester by Karla Rawluk

Prompt: Conversation with my spouse | Word count: 1188 | Genre:

Well we are finally alone, I thought they would never leave.
What is it with them anyway? I can barely get them on the phone. They never come around, and today they just wouldn’t leave.
Did I tell you what Kenny said when he called last month? I thought it was very strange. I just now remembered, I don’t know why I didn’t tell you then?
“ Mom,” you know how much I hate that, Mom, so common, how hard is it to say Mother?
“Mom, coming to your place is too hard on the kids, and I don’t remember how to be in the Army any longer.” He was never in the army. I don’t know what the hell he is talking about.
You know as well as I do, he finished his degree in business. This is the reason I don’t understand him staying at home with those children while that wife of his is off gallivanting all day. Senior Executive indeed. She is just one of those hippie, Eco people. All grains and truth. I want to know why did we spend all that money? Now he is some unemployed hero? A “Stay at Home dad?”

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Shelly’s Side by Michelle Crowder-Soellner

Prompt: Conversation with my spouse | Word count:1200 | Genre: Drama/Part of a larger mystery

I could barely keep my eyes open on the train but the snow-covered trees outside were so beautiful, the idea of missing them ached – though I wasn’t exactly a stranger to pain lately. My back ached from the failed attempts to sleep on the almost comically uncomfortable airport chairs, but worst of all my heart ached. Well, not my heart , exactly. My emotional pain had manifested physically but it wasn’t the heart where I was feeling it. I felt it worst in my stomach, which was at turns ravenously empty and a churning sea of hurt. ‘Tony would appreciate the beauty of these trees,’ I allowed myself to think , and then because that thought sent my stomach churning, I closed my eyes and succumbed to sleep.
I had taken a taxi from the train station and was now arriving at the inn. As the driver helped me unload my luggage, I soaked in the details of the exterior of the inn. Snow-covered pines surrounded the building. Snowshoes were propped out front of the entrance. Pretty as a postcard. I felt thrilled…and then lonely. Though I battled the thought, it was there again: ‘Tony would love this.’

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The More Things Change…by Martin Haworth

Prompt: Conversation with My Spouse  Word count: 1200  Genre: Erotic Romance

I slip silently from the 300 thread silk sheets we brought with us. He doesn’t move at all. It’s early yet and I can barely see what I’m doing. The darkness in my eyes still getting in the way. I stumble a little and find support in the bathroom door. And I find the chair where my things ended up. At least some of them did.

I look back at Johnny, and smile as I think of the night. Our night. Together.

It’s always the same amazing same with Johnny and just thinking of it makes the rest of the world go away. The world with all the imponderables of the changes that will surely come now.

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Waiting by Cinthia Albers

Prompt 2: Conversation with my Spouse | Word count: 1200 Words | Genre:


The front desk directed me. Follow the blue lines and I would be where I needed to go. The hospital smells and sounds felt foreign and frightening. I reached the intensive care waiting area. My husband stood up and held me close.

“They just took her for tests.” He said. His voice cracking with the weight. “She is ready to go, but the baby is turned. Grace is fighting with everything she has, she is weak, very weak. Erik is with her.”

“ What will they do? C section?”

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Conversation With My Muse* by Sophia Bonnie Wodin

Prompt: Conversation with a Spouse | Word Count: 1200 | Genre:

“You can do it, you know you can. You always have in the end. And it tends to work out. Just go for it!”

“But I don’t know where to start. Don’t know where it’ll take me. Don’t know. Don’t know. Don’t know!”

“You’re whining! Stop it! One never knows where they’re going. You’re not supposed to know. You’ve just got to start.”

“Easy for you to say. You hang out in my head and mouth off. It’s not like you’re doing the writing. Who do you think you are, anyway, the Goddess of my imagination? Who gave you permission to walk all over my angst?”

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The Games We Play by Joyce Finny

Prompt: A Conversation with Your Spouse | Word count: 1200 words | Genre: Comedy

Author’s note: All references to any person living or dead (or immortal or undead) are purely fictional, and are meant only to evoke a laugh.

“Again?! How many times have I told you I don’t like it!”


“Are you even listening to me?? What is that? What are you reading?!”

“Nothing”, he suddenly looked up, alarmed. “It’s just the news.”

She snatched the scroll away from him. And all hell broke loose.

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The Almond Tree by Zita Fogarty

Prompt: Conversation with my spouse | Word count: 1200 | Genre: Adult Fiction

I looked for Jessie for over half an hour – bathroom, bedroom and front verandah, to see if he wanted some of the flapjacks I had just made. I got side-tracked watching a recording of the Oscars with Martin. The three of us were still on school and uni holidays, Mum and Dad at work.

He hung himself from the almond tree during the time that I had been looking. I found him there, still warm, swinging like a pendulum, the branch creaking in time with each movement. Though when we got him down he started to get cold very quickly. I tried CPR on him until the paramedics arrived but it was no use.

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Conversation with my spouse by Kim Wharton

Prompt: Conversation with my spouse | Word count:1189 | Genre: Family

It was on one of those hot Saturday evening, that Jon and I were at the back of our little wooden house. We were shading the blazing sun that was running down on us like sin. Back in those days not everyone could off afford electricity, so you know we didn’t have a fan like the neighbours across the road from us.
So my dear we always find ourselves in the back of the house when it’s hot out because behind there is always so cool. Besides it’s just the two of us staying there for the moment, Jon and I are expecting our bundle of joy in the next couple of months, after two years of being in this relationship and building a life together. But there is a problem, i haven’t seen Jon parents as yet and he doesn’t want to talk about them. Whenever i ask him to go visit he would decline with some excuse pertaining to work.

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