vignettes

[marycatelli]

This week's prompt is:
muddled 😕

Anyone can join, with a 50-word creative fiction vignette in the comments. Your vignette does not have to include the prompt term. Any (G or PG) definition of the word can be used.

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[marycatelli]

At a hunting lodge, Clara found, the order of things was muddled. They did not sit so carefully in order, and she might even sit quite close to the princess, which made it easier for them to get up and play a game without her.
She sewed on, those times.

[marycatelli]

She supposed it would be wise. He had not been here for a time, he would want to be sure that their path was not muddled.
But she was not certain that was the reason when she saw his face.
And when they were on the path toward the cottage, between two pastures where the cows headed toward their barns, and no one else was about, he walked still more slowly. The sky was turning orange and red, and half the wildflowers had closed for night.
"There it is!" caroled Ava, and ran ahead.
Edur started, and opened his mouth.

[starshipcat]

Terry had tried. I had to give her that. But it would’ve been so much easier if she’d just asked instead of muddling through on her own.

Even as I opened my mouth to scold her, I stopped. Terry was an Earthling, and still very much in awe of being assigned to work under an astronaut who was already famous when her parents were that age.

Better praise sandwich this one. The girl had talent, the sort we needed up here, and it wouldn’t do to destroy her confidence before she had a chance to learn the basics.

[marycatelli]

Best to handle without bumbling it!