Haven’t had time for SC for some time but here’s my entry for Saturday Centus – Week 12. The prompt is set in bold.

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Driving six hours is a long time on the road. Six hours spent singing car-aoke and taking in the picturesque scenery, but mostly reminiscing about the good times. But those days were long gone and my mind was in a different place now. Or was it? My pulse quickened as I passed the road sign which read “Medford 27 miles.”

The reason it quickened was that I had passed this same sign about seven times in what seemed fifteen minutes at most. I knew that by the next time, I would wake up. I REALLY needed to find out why I kept dreaming about this place.

Here is my entry for Saturday Centus – Week 6. The prompt is set in bold.

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I have lived in the country for quite some time now and had many opportunities to smell grass in various conditions. The smell of the grass drying on the meadows up in the mountains where I spent almost all of my childhood holidays is one of the strongest memories that stick with me to this day.
A few days ago when I walked home from the bus stop, my mind was suddenly flooded by images of cows and a half wild cat and an unheated house. I stopped and looked around me. Then I smiled.

It’s true, the smell of freshly mowed grass can stay with you for years, for decades, even lifetimes. And it’s strong enough to bring back memories.

Here’s my entry for Saturday Centus – Week 5. The prompt is set in bold.

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The woman who sold me the ticket smiled when she recognised me. After all, she had seen me twice a week for the last couple of months.
I settled into the comfortable movie theatre seat with awkward 3D glasses perched on my nose, a small tub of popcorn on my lap, and a bottle of water lodged into the seat holder, and waited for the familiar scenes to appear on the cinema screen. Then I closed my eyes and drifted away.
The part of the film that made me come to this place so many times was at the very end. A blue Butterfly hovering apparently right in the centre of the cinema hall. As usually, I woke up on time.

Here’s my entry for the fourth week of Saturday Centus. The prompt is set in bold. And it consists of exactly one hundred words.

Last week my father invited me to go to a museum. I’m not really into museums but I had been in this one before. A collection of Art Brut. Nonetheless, I decided to accompany him and show him my favourite piece of art.
As soon as we got into the exhibition, he disappeared.

“May I help you, miss? You look puzzled.” The woman behind the counter looked concerned.

“Mmmm… thank you, I’m just looking for my father. We came in together a moment ago, but he seems to have wandered off.”

And suddenly I knew where I would find him.

After I was too late for the first week of Saturday Centus (I’m quite good at not doing or postponing things I actually want to do) I decided to write this one while the week is still young. It was a bit of a challenge in more than one way: I hate to be brief! And I don’t know anything about flying (I even had to google “Cessna 172”). And English isn’t my first language. And I hate to be brief! (I haven’t mentioned it before, have I?) Anyway. Here it is.

The prompt is set in bold:

The small Cessna 172 picked up speed as it roared down the runway, Sara at the controls, the flight instructor beside her, she realised: Today was the day. The day she had dreaded for months. This was not just another lesson – it was her flying test. Sara went back to the dream last night. She was standing on a viewing platform somewhere in the mountains. Then she began to run and jumped over the railing. The feeling was overwhelming. The wind in her hair, tearing at her clothes. She was flying! Her heart wanted to explode. Then Sara heard the instructor’s voice and she was back in the small plane. “You fly like an eagle”, the instructor said smiling.