.

For this week’s Flash Fiction Friday, we have exactly 99 words to work with the prompt. Exact isn’t a problem, but 99 is a really low number for a story…

“I’ve got three more ready!” Hannah sang out, hauling the basket of babies across the garden.

“Oh good. I was worried about that one,” Gerty replied, wrinkling her nose and poking at the blankets.

“Don’t poke.” Hannah scolded the older nurse. She hated it when Gerty poked the babies. They were sweet and soft and smelled nice. Gerty did not.

One of the little ones started fussing, and Hannah handed the basket with two babies to Gerty while she bounced and rocked the fussy one. She checked the scar on the back of his neck. It was healing nicely. Gerty was doing the same with the other two babies, who immediately started fussing as well.

Darn it… that’s 110 words already. Need to be unbelievably tighter…

“I’ve got three more ready!” Hannah sang out, hauling the basket of babies across the garden from the nursery.

“Oh good. I was worried about that one,” Gerty replied, wrinkling her nose and poking at the blankets.

“Don’t poke.” Hannah scolded the older nurse. She hated it when Gerty poked the babies. They were sweet and soft and smelled nice. Gerty did not.

One of the babies started fussing. Hannah picked him up and soothed him. She checked the scar on the back of his head; it was healing nicely.

No sooner did one baby stop fussing, then the other started in.

“I’ve got it…” said Gerty. But instead of picking the babes up, she snapped a synapser onto the backs of their heads without even checking the scars first.

Immediately both babies stopped crying; they just stared off into space as if watching something absolutely amazing…

Shoot. Still way over the word limit… I’m gonna have to lose something I like…

“I’ve got three more ready!” Hannah sang out, hauling the basket of babies across the garden from the nursery.

“Good!” Gerty said, poking at the blankets as Hannah set the heavy basket down on the grass.

Hannah hated when Gerty poked. So did the babies. Every time.

One baby fussed and Hannah immediately picked him up and started bouncing him. The other two immediately followed suit, looking up with hopeful eyes, wanting their turn to be hugged and loved.

“I’ve got them…” said Gerty, plugging a synapser into the newly healed ports on the backs of their heads.

Now the story is almost the right length… 98 words. This week’s challenge is to be exact. Adding one word won’t work… I need to cut a few, then end with a short sentence.

“I’ve got three more ready!” Hannah sang out, hauling the basket of babies across the garden from the nursery.

“Good!” Gerty said, poking at the blankets as Hannah set the heavy basket down.

Hannah hated when Gerty poked. So did the babies.

One baby fussed and Hannah picked him up and rocked him. The other two immediately followed suit, looking up with hopeful eyes, wanting snuggles.

“I’ve got them…” said Gerty, plugging a synapser into the newly healed ports on the backs of their heads.

The trio was reduced to a solo, and with another plug, there was silence.

99 words exactly @USNessie

Advertisements