JSW Prompt 9-20-2021

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.

JSW Prompt 9-13-2021

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.

JSW Prompt 8-30-2021

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.

Life ain’t always about living. Sometimes it’s about surviving or not dying. And, yeah, sometimes it is about dying. We’re all going to die; some folks forget about that, but it happens to us all. Knew a fellar once, denied his dying until the moment of. Was quite a surprise to him though not to anybody else.

I been working this land all my life, from when I was a tiny pup. Ain’t easy working land like this. Always something going wrong or breaking, wiping out the crops like nothing. Lots of kinds of deaths in country like this.

Was worse in the fall of ’95, when PA died. Being the oldest, I was expected to step up and take the reins, keep the farm afloat. Well, I done my best. Ain’t nothing thriving out here, not even folks.

Harder these days. All my sibling that could escape done did so. Ma died a few years after Pa. She never had the heart to live after he died, just kinda gave up and followed him on. Just me and Jethro now and Jethro ain’t good for much. Ain’t his fault. He was born that way.

Piling dirt over him now cause it wouldn’t do to leave him here alone. Dumb bastard would starve to death.

Life ain’t always about living.

Response – JSW Prompt 8-23-2021

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.

Well, so much for that phrase of his life, he thought as he dropped the cut remains of his parking pass into the trash can. No more riding the bus to and from the parking lot. Now he could park directly behind his work, a much better solution to his way of thinking. Of course, he was paying a price for the privlidge, but that was just the way of his world. At least, his current world.

Cutting apart his pass has been freeing. Made him want to slap on a backpack with a change of underwear and some change and head off to explore the world. He wouldn’t, of course. He was much too tamed for that kind of silly wildness, but the brief flash of longing had definitely been there regardless. So much so that when he came across his backpack that weekend, he cleaned it up, packed it light, and left it is the trunk of his car. He’d never use it, but….. just in case.

JSW Prompt 8-30-2021

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.

JSW Prompt 8-23-2021

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.

Response – JSW Prompt 7-12-2021

Whoops, missed one!

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.

copyright csknotts 2020

Wendy peered through the partially opened door, breath in her throat, hoping against hope to see the fairies. Usually they came out at dusk and dawn, but she was here, the door was open, and she couldn’t resist. At first, she saw nothing unusual. The garden was quiet and still, vivid greens in the stillness of the afternoon heat.

Did fairies come out during the heat? She didn’t know. The University kept the knowledge of the fairies hidden from the world in an effort to gain some understanding of the beings. They weren’t human, but they weren’t animal either. Were they some sort of proto-human like Lucy or were they something altogether different? If only she was important enough to study them. Think of all the magical information to be learned! Maybe one day…

Something winked in her vision and she looked right, to the tree above the bench. Something was there, sparkling in the afternoon calm. Wings?

Yes, wings. Translucent wings fanning the air like a hummingbirds, so fast she really didn’t see the movement, only the stillness beyond.

“Wendy! Come out of there.”

She turned, eyes wide. “But, Professor, there are fairies there. Real fairies!”

“You shouldn’t have looked in there,” the Professor told her sternly, eyes flashing. He pulled out a memory stick and touched it to her forehead.

“Don’t go into the gardens, Wendy.”

She blinked, confused. “Gardens?”

“Yes, the gardens. You can’t go into the gardens.”

She blinked again. “What gardens?”

“Go home and work on your thesis,” the Professor told her.

“Yes, sir,” she said and turned away, heading down the sidewalk towards the street. As she passed the open door, she glanced inside just once more, flashes of stillness like beacons in the dark.

JSW Prompt 8-16-2021

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.

Prompt – “There are three things you need to know before you read this.”

Response – JSW Prompt 8-9-2021

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.

Chris sat in the small cafe, idly watching the shoppers moving back and forth with leisure or purposeful strides. He’d lost interest in home décor about four houses ago, but he knew better than to argue when the better half wanted to add to the antiques already in their home. He preferred not to come either, but knew better than to argue that as well.

“You never know what they will come up with,” said the man at the next table.

Chris laughed. “That you don’t.”

“My wife now, she come here for bits and bobs,” the man went on, “dolls for the bed and that sort of thing.”

“I would think dolls on the bed would be creepy.”

“Very,” he agreed with a grin. “But I don’t argue.”

“Me, either,” Chris said, “though I might if it came down to putting creepy dolls on the beds.”

“Good luck with that,” the man replied. “I tried to argue. Now we have more dolls than ever.”

Chris winched in sympathetic pain. “I’d have to get rid of them somehow.”

“Good luck. I tried everything, but no luck. She caught me at every turn.”

Chris made a sympatric noise in his throat.

“So what does your wife get?”

“She’s looking at furniture.”

The man shook his head. “Hope you have a truck.”

“No, but they have somebody here who will deliver loads like that.”

“I didn’t know that. Guess we haven’t had enough dolls yet.”

A woman headed their way, pushing a trolly holding two dolls. The man groaned quietly and stood.

Chris stood also, giving the woman a smile. “Where did you find those dolls?” he asked brightly. “My wife has been looking for some exactually like that.”

“There is a booth all the way almost to the end,” she said with a smile, pointing left.

“I’ll have to tell her,” Chris said.

“Here, why don’t you take these,” the woman said, holding them out. “We have so many and well, if she is looking for these, I want her to have them.”

Hesitantly, Chris took them. “Thank you so much.”

“Let her think you found them,” the woman advised. “I bet that will sweep her off her feet.”

“I’ll do that, thank you,” Chris said, setting the dolls on the table.

The woman smiled. “You are most welcome.”

The couple moved away, leaving the empty cart behind. The man gave him a thumbs up, behind his wife’s back.

Chris waved.

As soon as they were gone, he looked at the dolls for a moment, put them back in the abandoned cart and walked away.

JSW Prompt 8-9-2021

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.