Friday Fictioneers 10-15-2017

PHOTO POMPT © Douglas M. MacIlroy

“He’s a squawker, ain’t he,” Bill asked over the baby’s frantic cries.

“You’re holding him too tight.”

“Shut up.”

“You’re going to hurt him.”

“I ain’t gonna hurt him. What’d you care anyway. It’s just a stinky bird.”

“It’s not……  it’s….” She didn’t know, but it had wings. One day it could fly away, be free.

“Dumb bitch.” He squeezed his fist around the baby bird then tossed it aside.  Onto the concrete. Walked inside.

She fell to her knees beside the tiny body, crying for broken wings.

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Friday Fictioneers 10-3-2017

He watched the island falling behind, harvest moon rising over the land like an omen.

“I will never come back here,” he said aloud, repeating the words in his mind. Never come back.

That didn’t mean he wouldn’t do his duty. He would. Bravely and proudly, he would serve his country.

But, his eyes remained fixed on the island growing smaller in their wake, smudged to nothing by falling dark.

Soon it was gone.

He turned away, letting go of what he had lost forever.

——–

His mother held the flag from his coffin like she once held her son.

He was home.

 

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers 9-27-2017

This week’s photo prompt is provided by shivamt25.
Guide for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers
1. A prompt photo will be provided each Monday pm to be used as a base to your story. Please include photo prompt with your story.
2. Linking for this challenge begins on Monday pm and runs to the following Monday pm.
3. Please credit photo to photographer.
4. The story word limit is 100 – 150 words (+ – 25 words). Please try to stay within this limit.
5. Please indicate the number of words in your story at the end of your story. (It doesn’t count into the amount of words).


“What?” he asked as if in dismay.

Giggles. “You…..” A fit of giggles.

He hid a smile, loving the light in her eyes, the strands of ash-brown hair drifting across her forehead. Laugh lines crinkling around her eyes.

He faked a frown as if her giggles insulted him. This just made her giggle harder.

Raised his hands in a ‘what’ gesture.

“Oh, Chris!” She laughed, pointing at his coffee cup upon which he’d rested his sunglasses. Lennon glasses, he called them.

“What? You don’t like meeting Mr. Lennon?”

Reaching out, she grabbed his hand from across the table. “You are horrible!”

He chuckled, twining his fingers with hers.

“So I’ve been told.”

They drank their coffee in easy conversation, as if they’d known each other all their lives, not just met at the counter less than an hour ago. They spent the day pretending to be in love. Pretending they had a life-time before him. Making memories they would both forget tomorrow.

Friday Fictioneers 9-22-2017

PHOTO PROMPT © Sarah Potter

He never moved her shoes; left them by the bed, half-tied. Tied all the way up, they hurt her feet. He’d laughed at her, but he’d loved her anyway.

They were old shoes, scuffed, holes in the sides. Life-worn shoes. Spider’s spinning silken threads, holding memories inside.

He looked at her shoes every morning and night. Thought of them as he ate. Showered. Pizza on Friday nights. As the world moved on.

It wouldn’t be wrong to say he loved those shoes; they were all he had left. Forty years. Another twenty, maybe, and his shoes would stand beside hers.

Two sparks forgotten in the night.

 

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers 9-21-2017

This week’s photo prompt is provided by Pamela S. Canepa.

Guide for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers
1. A prompt photo will be provided each Monday pm to be used as a base to your story. Please include photo prompt with your story.
2. Linking for this challenge begins on Monday pm and runs to the following Monday pm.
3. Please credit photo to photographer.
4. The story word limit is 100 – 150 words (+ – 25 words). Please try to stay within this limit.
5. Please indicate the number of words in your story at the end of your story. (It doesn’t count into the amount of words).


City Lights

“Up there?” she asked.

“Up there.”

“Why so high?”

“That’s where my rooms are.”

“Oh.”

The likelihood of getting lucky was falling fast.

“Couldn’t you get a room on a lower floor?”

“I don’t need two rooms.”

“I don’t like being up so high.”

“The building is safe. No chance of danger. Stairs. Elevators. Fire escapes. Everything in its place.”

“That’s what they said about the Twin Towers.”

Well, that put a damper on the conversation.

The taxi pulled up to the front of the hotel. Opening his door, he slid out, leaning back down to look at her. Thumped on the roof of the taxi and stepped back.

His phone chirped. “Hey, babe. Good. Yeah, just getting back to the hotel.”

He headed inside, listening, nodding, shutting the room door behind him.

“Look, I’ve got to go. I’m beat. Gonna shower and crash.”

He stopped, slowly loosening his tie. Stared out the window at the darkened city beyond. Car lights like stars.

“Yeah, baby” he replied softly, “love you, too.”

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