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August Flash Fiction: Day 20

August Flash Fiction: Day 20

The quote on my little felt board on my desk currently reads "creativity take courage," just a reminder to be courageous in your writing this weekend!

Each day a new post with a picture (with a CC0 license), word count limit, and occasional additional twist will be published at 7:00 am EDT. You will then have until the next day's post to write your story.

You can then either keep it to yourself (a perfectly valid way to participate!) or you can share your story itself in the comments, or share a link in the comments where we can read your story (blog, Instagram etc.)
My daily story will be added to the post under the picture within the same deadline. 

Aug. 20 Word Limit: 275
Aug. 20 photo prompt:

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Work
240 words

Ella measured, dropped, and stirred. Too much Dreaming and the Romance wouldn’t settle properly, wouldn’t take root as it should. Too little Laughter, and whatever root might begin to blossom would wither soon enough.

She and her sisters worked hard in their little shop in the countryside, with a workroom that felt all the smaller thanks to their large stocks of supplies and the seven bodies populating the tables.

Which is why it was hard for Ella to make sure she maintained the proper distance as she stirred. Though she tried to lean back to hold only the farthest end of the spoon, a good two feet away from the brew, she was hemmed in by poorly placed reams of paper, a three dozen or so spools of twine, and the sharp elbow of another working sister.

She could only get about a foot away, which meant an errant tendril of scent wafted up from the brew and Ella felt compelled to stop stirring and leave the workroom in search of damsel to rescue, or perhaps a horse whose tail she could braid, or maybe even invent a new kind of apple. Half-finished mixtures had unpredictable results. Nora, the closest sister watched Ella walking away and out into the yard and called to the others, “Damn it girls, I told you we ought to straighten up in here! Mara, fetch the cleansing draft, Ella’s got a bit of the bonkers.”

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