Copyright – Sandra Crook
She couldn’t put her finger on exactly how she had done it. Being famous hadn’t been her goal. It certainly hadn’t occurred to her that things would turn out like they did. Angie had dreams, big dreams, but no one else believed in them. She heard the same thing over and over all of her life.
“Give up these ridiculous dreams of yours, Angie. You couldn’t do that even if you were the last person on earth.”
The words cut. They cut like a jagged machete. It cost her everything she had, but she showed them. She showed them all!
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Honie Briggs 
Perfect for the upcoming Dia de la Muerte holiday. I had to read it twice to make sure I wasn’t missing anything and am glad for all the comments affirming that I really did get it… thankfully not from Angie.
Yes, Day of the Dead is Angie’s favorite holiday. You got it, Leah. 😉
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I’m glad she stuck with it, and found success in the end.
Good thing my grandchildren aren’t here–they’d be yelling, “Punch buggy,” as soon as they saw your header photo.
punch buggy! no punch backs. That is funny, Patti.
This is great! I sense the horror of it, but it also made me smile. Nice job. 🙂
Good that’s what I was going for. Dark and absurd. Thanks Maddie.
She showed them, but now there’s no THEM to gloat over. That’s one way to eliminate the competition.
Exactly, Russell. She cut them down to size.
I’m guessing she WAS the last person on earth, so they were all right. Good one.
janet
She set the stage…now what? HA!
I’m sorry but I just read your comment about Angie’s list and could go no further; too funny!
Thanks. A laugh is the best compliment ever.
I always love your Friday Fiction! You have such a way with words.
Thank you, Val. Your comments always make me happy I keep writing.
Dear Honie,
Okay, I’ll bite. Who is Angie? I love your writing, just need more clues.
Aloha,
Doug
Dear Doug,
She’s no angel. I hope you’re not disappointed…there is no back story. You and Rochelle do such a marvelous job placing your fictional stories in historical context, I just fly by the seat of my pants and see where it takes me. Sometimes I end up flat on my fanny.
Happy Landings,
Honie
Dear Honie,
Okay, as always, you captivated me with your clear and concise writing. However I’m left scratching my head. What did she show them? What dream did she aspire to? Angie who?
Shalom,
Rochelle
Dear Rochelle,
Angie is fictional; the last person on earth. She doesn’t know the difference between dreams and ambition. Non-specific goals left her dissatisfied, drove her to desperation. I suppose she didn’t end up showing anyone anything except the edge of that jagged machete.
Coulda Called Her Lucy, (Lizzy Borden’s sister?) 😉
Honie
Great Idea Honie, I like the idea that determination wins out. Well done.
Determination. Does it every time. 🙂
Oh, wow, Honie. A chilling, thrilling piece. The words cut, like a jagged machete. Perfect choices!
I thought I would try my hand at the gruesome this week since there have been some that caught me by surprise on the last few prompts. Just so happens an ad for Angie’s List came up when I logged in this afternoon. HA!
Oh, that’s funny, Honie! Angie provides inspiration, yes she does.
Well, she was the last one standing anyway.
I love that comment it would have made a great title for this piece.