
On a cold winter day, with snow on the ground and the wind blowing, Celia stared out the window of her squalid New York City apartment at the swirling flakes. She had no money left to pay for heat, electricity, and other amenities, and she shivered, wrapping her sweater more tightly around her. At least her cellular plan was paid until the end of the month. She withdrew her phone from her pocket and made a call. “Mom, you were right about me not being able to make it in New York. I want to come home.”
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Thanks to Girlie on the Edge for inspiring the above story with her six-sentence prompt for this week. If you’d like to participate in her blog hop, click here.
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New! The Red Dress
Copyright July 2019 by DLD Books

Twenty-five years later, Eve, a bestselling author, is happily married with three children. Although her mother suffers from dementia, she still remembers, and Eve still harbors the guilt for giving the dress away. When she receives a Facebook friend request from her old college roommate and an invitation to her twenty-five-year high school class reunion, then meets her former best friend by chance, she must confront the past in order to face the future.
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I remember the biting cold of winter in my first little garret flat with no money for the gas meter…
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That’s definitely not a pleasant memory. Thank you for reading and commenting.
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Me, too! Those were the days, when we had ice on the inside of the windows …. 🤪
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Reblogged this on Pattys World.
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Good job she still had her phone and a parent at the other end of the line. Yikes, I remember it was so cold one winter in this shabby old apartment I lived at with no heating, my bottle of water I kept on the bedside table had ice in it the next morning.
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Wow! Thank you for sharing that memory.
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I like her willingness to go home and having enough to make the call.
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I agree. Thank you for reading and commenting.
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Some people need to learn the hard way. Always listen to Mom. 😉
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Absolutely! Mothers seem to know best. Thank you for reading and commenting.
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The school of hard knocks, but I’m glad her Mom is able to help.
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Glad she had a phone she could use and that she was willing to put aside pride and call home and maybe be invited back home. Good SSS.
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Thank you. I’m glad you enjoyed the story. I appreciate your comment.
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Isn’t it cool how many Six writers can identify with your story. While our histories may be similar, the response is a direct compliment on your skillful execution of this tale from life.
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Thank you so much. I never thought of it that way. I appreciate your comment.
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Really great detailed story! I enjoyed it. CSA
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Thank you, Nell. I’m glad you enjoyed the story.
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Super six! Some lessons are not easy going, but learned any way
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I agree. Thank you for reading and commenting.
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Sometimes we have to learn by doing in spite of warnings from our elders or family members. The saying “Nothing ventured, nothing gained” is so very true even though I’m sure in hindsight we might have wished we’d listen to the warnings.
Good Six, Abbie!
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I agree. Sometimes, young people must learn hard lessons for themselves. Thank you for reading and commenting.
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