100 words

I have a new little segment called 100 words. Where I get prompts from a comunity that I belong to on livejournal and I write the emtries here and there. Tell me what you think.
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Canon: Original
Characters/ Paring: Poppy, Mommy, Meggie
Prompt: when we dance
Rating: G
A/N: I have a song for this one, it's I Hope You Dance by Lee Ann Womack. I listened to it while writing it.

“Poppy,” she squeals, scarlet curls bouncing, “Poppy, dance with me.”

She’s giggling, all dimples, as she struggles to pull her grandfather off his rocking chair. He laughs as Meggie’s little hands grabbed at his. Mommy had put a record on the turntable and the music flowed through the air.

Poppy and his granddaughter were on the porch; Poppy in his rocking chair, and Meggie in the grass where her toys lay scattered, pink on green.

Poppy laughs and hauls himself up, twirls her down the steps, Meggie on his toes.

There they twirled, in Poppy’s last dance through the yard.

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Story #2
Title: Old Photographs
Canon: Original
Prompt: photographs
Characters/Parings: none
Rating: PG

She sniffed, wiping away the tears as she threw another photograph in the fire place. She sat in front of the hearth, a box in her lap and a blanket around her shoulders, staring into the fire. She took out another photo and held it in front of her face.

The girl in the photo looked like her, but felt nothing like she did now. She felt empty, abandoned, the girl in the photo look happy and whole. He was in the photo, with an arm around her.

He was gone now, and left her with nothing but old photographs.
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Story #3
Title: Lots of Photographs
Canon: Original
Prompt: photographs
Characters/Parings: Jill and Kate(no parings)
Rating: PG

They laughed together, on the kitchen floor. Laughing at faces they had made, cloths they had worn, and things they had done. They sat and looked through boxes of old photographs.

They giggled over boys they had dated, teasing about old flames and new ones. They cried over old wounds that had never fully healed. Kate cried for her mother who lost her fight to cancer, Jill cried for her brother who had lost his way. They comforted and were comforted. Then they parted ways, went down different roads.

They promised to stay close, and to take lots of photographs.