Response – Prompt 7-19-2021

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.

You wouldn’t of believed it, but it’s true. Scrappy was the kind of hamster who won my heart with his cut little nose and whiskers and the funny way he had of peeking out of his soup can whenever I came home as if he was just making sure I was back and safe. Funny little guy.

Until I came home and found this black-robed figure standing over his cage.

“Hey, back away from the hamster.”

The Reaper turned, shifting her scythe from one hand to the other. “I can’t and you know that.”

“I know nothing,” I shot back. “Scrappy is too young to die.”

“I come at all times,” she said, “whenever the call comes.”

“Well, Scrappy was not calling.”

She made a noise almost of sympathy. “The call came.” Gently she reached into the cage and picked up my little guy.

Scrappy’s spirit came out of his body, squirming and sniffing at the unfamiliar hand.

“Oh,” I choked out, blinking back tears. “Scrappy.”

She held out her gloved hand. “Would you like to say goodbye?”

Tearful now, I nodded, taking a step forward. Gingerly, I reached out, feeling his cool fur beneath my fingertips.

“Goodbye, little buddy,” I said softly, wiping away the tears.

Scrappy sniffed my fingers, scratched his head against my thumb and then turned around.

Closing her hand gently, the Reaper turned away, walking across my apartment, fading gently into the night beyond.

JSW Prompt 7-19-2021

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 7-5-2021

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.

Write a story, essay, poem etc. showing conflict between two women.

“He much rather be with me,” she said with a tilt of chin.

“Wrong again. He’d rather be with me.”

“Don’t fool yourself, child. He doesn’t want a baby, but a mature woman.”

“I am a mature woman.”

“Honey,” with a toss of one hand, “twenty-five is not mature.”

“Well, he certainly doesn’t want an old woman.”

“I am not old.”

“Older than I am and you know men like younger women.”

“Younger woman have nothing over a grown-up.”

“Ha, just another way of saying you are old.”

JSW Prompt 7-12-2021

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.

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Friday Fictioneers 7-9-2021

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

He remembered the tree from when it was alive, two branching trunks – perfect for climbing! Shade in summer and stark angles against a winter sky. Pink cotton-ball flowers like fourth of July sparklers. Climbing to the top, tree swaying in the wind. Strong trunks and branches which never broke no matter how carelessly he climbed.

He remembered the day he’d come home from college to find nothing but a stump. She’d hated the tree when he climbed to the tippy-top though he’d never been hurt beyond skinned knees and elbows.

He sat on the stump, remembering.

JSW Prompt 7-5-2021

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.

Write a story, essay, poem etc. showing conflict between two women.

Friday Fictioneers 7-2-2021

PHOTO PROMPT © Russell Gayer

“It’s a deathtrap.”

“No, think of it with a shiny new coat of paint.”

“Still a deathtrap.”

“No, it will be the perfect van for going cross country.”

“I’m not going anywhere in that.”

“Just wait, you’ll see.”

“I see a deathtrap.”

“Think of it with a whole new interior.”

“Deathtrap.”

“Think positive for a moment.”

“Still a deathtrap.”

Six months later, Cassy sat on the hood, watching the sun set over the Pacific Ocean after driving alone from Richmond, Virginia to California. She raised her glass, tapped it against the hood and said, “Here’s to a perfect friendship.”

JSW Prompt 6-7-2021

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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.