Podcast Sprint 02/07/2020

I’m going to start keeping my writing sprints for The Christian Indie Writers’ Show here. Join in if you’d like! Take a stab at the prompt then post to TCIP’s social media accounts:

RULES – fifteen minutes to write on given prompt. We do not edit these before sharing, so be kind. (I may have changed some of my words to “headings” to help with ease of reading, but I made no grammatical or structural changes to the work.)

THIS WEEK’S PROMPT – (as pictured, lol): “Write a love note to your cleaning lady.”

Have Fun. (That’s an order)

Dear Riley,

It’s funny how it happens…you have a baby, and it is all helpless and sweet. You have to do everything for her. After a few weeks of this, it is just the way things are – you co-exist with an essentially helpless person. 

How pitiful you were, screaming in frustration that you could not make your arm go where you wanted it to go, that you could not get up to follow Daddy and I when we put you in your crib at night, that you could not just do everything yourself

Funny how I did not recognize your frustration for what it was then. It is likely I mistook it for gas.

So, life goes on…

You are the capable parent and the baby your constant, ever-needy companion.

Then, one day, you are wearing that same baby in a forward facing carrier and she grabs a steak knife from the dish dry rack, and you think, “woah! This kid can do stuff!”.

At least that’s how it happened for me…

You showed me that day you had mastered something that had challenged you from the moment of your birth. You showed me a level of persistence I never recognized in myself.

At the same time you validated my own struggles, as I too was once a frustrated infant learning how to maneuver through this great big world.

We are born with universal challenges, as well as the universal desire to overcome these challenges. Sometimes we learn these things out of order. Some lead fulfilling and miraculous lives without conquering any of them. Still, as a general rule, we are born helpless, and we struggle to complete:

1 – learn to control your arms
2- learn to walk
3- learn to talk
4- step into your role in our family

And here is where I want to sit, for a moment, if we could.

I know you have done more than your share of the housework over the years (there is, after all, a reason I affectionately call you, “CinderRiley”), and I wanted to take a moment to say how very much you are appreciated.

Now, you and I both know that what you do around here is not to be limited to the role of “cleaning lady.”

Let me state for the record: I never intended to co-parent with one of my children, and I certainly hope that is not what you feel your role in our home is. 

But I do hope that over your years of contributing to the running of our home and to the development of your siblings, your life has been greatly enriched. I will promise you that if you continue as you have been, your future relationships with your siblings will bring you much satisfaction and fulfillment. 

Your siblings are a gift, and I so adore watching you cherish one another.

Thank you for making this project of “Our Family” so full of wonder and joy.

Love you,


2084 – 1.03

Holston lifted his virtual headset and the voice of his Monitor filled the room.

Holston Pritchard, 622 Analogous Way, Bluffton, IA, return to your virtual classroom immediately.

He huffed and flipped the mask back down. The tropical jungle he’d been running through had been replaced by his virtual homeroom. Cameras were off, so his classmates’ feeds had disappeared, replaced by organized lines of the capital letter “B,” representing an ocean of judgmental eyes.

Patriot (2084 1.0)

January 31, 2084

Dear Mom and Dad,

By now, I am sure you have heard the news.
I have been “cancelled.”

I know you are confused about what this word means. I know there has been talk, even around our own supper table, of the ridiculous things people claim happen to those who are “cancelled.”

Like, maybe you have heard the biggest lie of all – that when people are “cancelled,” it means they are exiled to some far away land. Like. Actually…



Can you imagine our government getting away with something like that? I can’t believe the things kids pick up at school. Am I right?

Or maybe it was Uncle, um, sorry, can’t seem to recall his name since with the passing of time, you know, relatives grow distant…but you know, Mom’s sister’s husband? That guy? Ask him. Ask him if he was the one who maybe heard the silly rumor, the superstitious rumor that “cancelled means exiled.”

Ask him exactly that. In those exact words. I mean, why don’t you. Then, write back and let me know, his answer, okay? I mean, don’t loose the envelope. Keep it in a safe place because too many have lost their correspondence to carelessness with indoor fires.

Anyway, about those rumors…you know – the ridiculous idea, the super-silly idea, that the “Government would exile a people.”
Over unpopular political opinions!
I mean.
Allow me to reassure you – the government is simply sending me to work.


They say, “it is a new infrastructure project.”
They say, “You’ll come back when all of this blows over.”
I say, as the Great General Xi said on the eve of his execution, “it is wise to say ‘goodbye,’ and trust the rest to almighty God.

I hope you understand.

Next time you go home, you should look up my friend, Meg. She’ll know what to tell you. I mean, she will have the words I would say myself if I could see you face to face, which one day I shall again do – whether it be on this side of eternity, or the other, I know not.

Remember, I’ll come home to you when this all blows over.
You have the government’s word on it.

I love you,