JSW Prompt 6-7-2021

The JSW Challenge is open to anybody who wishes to participate. Using the writing prompt, write a flash fiction no longer than 500 words and post it to your page. The Challenge starts on Monday and runs through Sunday each week. Please remember to link your story back to this post so everyone can read your entry.

Response JSW Prompt 5-31-2021

The JSW Challenge is open to anybody who wishes to participate. Using the writing prompt, write a flash fiction no longer than 500 words and post it to your page. The Challenge starts on Monday and runs through Sunday each week. Please remember to link your story back to this post so everyone can read your entry.

Sand on her toes. This was the place to be. Wide wind-swept beach, just her and a single gull braving the sand and the wind and the chill. Anywhere to have her toes in the sand. She used to dream about diving into the ocean and turning into a dolphin, swimming far out into the sea until the land was gone and she was truly a creature of the deep. Or maybe a seagull flying over the waves, tumbling and turning, flying far from the shore and all which was familiar.

Beyond the breakers, the sea rose rough and ragged, rushing the shore with an angry roar, cold cutting into her limbs and face. She often imagined she was other people.

He’s said he would come, but he wouldn’t. She knew he wouldn’t. Had known he wouldn’t and hadn’t let the hurt inside. She wouldn’t let it in now.

Her phone rang. Once. Twice, but she let it be. With him, no answer was always better than any answer and besides, she had no wish to speak to him. Talking was done. She had come to the beach to move on.

Lying her notebook beside her chair, she rose, scaring the seagull into sudden flight. Walking to the edge of the surf, she waded into the sea, moving slow and deliberate, happy. When the sea reached chest-deep, she took a deep breath, glanced once more up at the cloudy sky, and dived into the waves. With a flip of her tail, she was gone.

JSW Prompt – 5-31-2021

The JSW Challenge is open to anybody who wishes to participate. Using the writing prompt, write a flash fiction no longer than 500 words and post to your page. The Challenge starts on Monday and runs through Sunday each week. Please remember to link your story back to this post so everyone can read your entry.

Friday Fictioneers 5-28-2021

PHOTO PROMPT © Miles Rost

“Don’t jump, Harold!”

Harold flipped red wings.

Spencer swung his way up, shooting out a sticky strand of web which wrapped around Harold.

“Oh, for creatures sake,” Harold said, attempting to flick his glued-down wings, “Spencer!”

The spider turned around. “What?”

“I wasn’t going to jump. I was going to fly!”

“Thank goodness, I saved you!”

“What? I have wings, Spencer. I’m a flying bug!”

“What? Oh…I forgot.”

He always forgot.

Spencer looked so ashamed, however, Harold relented – as always. “It’s all right. Just get this sticky web off me.”

JSW Prompt – 5-24-2021

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Friday Fictioneers 5-21-2021

PHOTO PROMPT © Na’ama Yehuda

“Wonder what were they thinking about.”

“They must have been hoping for a better life,” Rodger said, “but most of them didn’t get it.” That is why he’d become a lawyer, after all, to help the huddled masses, but he’d quickly become disillusioned. How did you help people who didn’t help themselves?

He looked over the water at Lady Liberty. Maybe he needed this view to remind him why he had gone to law school. Maybe the Lady needed to remind him of what she stood for:

Hope.

If she could still hope, he could, too.

Retro Thursday 5-20-2021

 BY ATHLING2001

The Little Prince On Essential Matters

“Grown-ups love figures… When you tell them you’ve made a new friend they never ask you any questions about essential matters. They never say to you “What does his voice sound like? What games does he love best? Does he collect butterflies? ” Instead they demand “How old is he? How much does he weigh? How much money does his father make? ” Only from these figures do they think they have learned anything about him.”

It seems to me knowing about butterflies, games, and the sound of somebody’s voice are much more important than knowing a weight, an age or even money.  Money doesn’t make friends, at least not the kind of friends I’d want. Frankly, I hate figures, whither it is a math problem or figuring out my checkbook.  Thank goodness for on-line banking so I no longer have to struggle monthly with the hell of balancing; I do much better checking my account daily and keeping the balance in my head.  That way, my math output is limited and that brings me happiness.

I am proud to say I never questioned my sons about their friend’s parents – unless it was to clarify in my mind I was thinking of the right persons. I never asked about weight or height.  I decided once another boy was not the appropriate friend and, covertly, gave my son’s regrets to his birthday party.  Realistically, my son was 7 or 8 and this boy cursed in ever sentence.  Not something I wanted my child around.

I don’t, however, remember asking about those essential matters.  What does essential mean?  According to the dictionary:

: extremely important and necessary

: very basic

We all know this.  The words isn’t unusual or vague.  But looking at the definition in black and white it struck me that essential matters are extremely important and yet very basic.  Food, clothes, shelter. A purposeful life and the ability to find happiness inside. Our health.  Family. Friends. Love. Peace.

It all boils down to balance.  Is my life balanced? Can I somehow find the fine line between my life, my work and my son’s still living at home.  Am I content in my work? Do I care about butterflies and voices and games?

Yes, yes, I believe I do.

Response – JSW 5-17-2021

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©️csknotts2020

They stood on the sidewalk, traffic whizzing behind them, staring out at the slow-moving river. “We could tube down the river,” she said, excited about the possibility.

“Maybe we could go riding.”

“That would be fun, too.”

“How about the Children’s Museum?”

“Yeah, maybe later.”

“We could go to the Speedway, just to say we’ve been.”

“We could go swimming.”

“We could get more donuts from that donut shop.”

“How about taking a tour of the city?”

The river swung beneath them, promising forever. In the end, they went back home and watched a movie. Tomorrow, they would find something exciting to do. And tomorrow and tomorrow. And then next year.

Little did she know the lies of the river. He was dead before she ever came back.

JSW Prompt 5-17-2021

The JSW Challenge is open to anybody who wishes to participate. Using the writing prompt, write a flash fiction no longer than 500 words and post to your page. The Challenge starts on Monday and runs through Sunday each week. Please remember to link your story back to this post so everyone can read your entry.

©️csknotts2020

Friday Fictioneers 5-14-2021

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

She wound her way through the foreignness in her own backyard, smiling shyly at the vendors hawking their wares. The mix of languages floated through the air like exotic birdsong, falling around her like rain. Stopping beside a metal gate, she hesitated, looking around, then stepped inside, hurrying down the concrete stairs. Inside the dim restaurant below, she shook her head at the waiters, making her way back, through the kitchen, and out the back door. Putting in earbuds, she listened to the news of the assassination. No one would find her here.