Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner 6-18-2017

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The challenge for Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner will open early Wednesday morning, June 14th. Allow the prompt to take you anywhere you want to go! (Limit your stories to 200 words.)

This challenge is open until 11:00 pm Friday night, June 23rd, 2017.

FFftPP


 

“Never let it be said,” he said, “that I never set foot in a library.”

“Yeah, but in order to be in the library you have to put in more than just your toes.”

“I don’t like libraries.”

“Oh, for heaven’s sake. Why not?”

“They scare me.”

“Really?”

He peered inside at the endless line of packed shelves. “All those smart people in there just…. just waiting.”

“Not everybody in there is uber smart.”

“Not them! The books.”

“The books are smart so you are scared of them?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m missing something here.”

“No, no, listen. It’s like all those smart little folk are just crouching there on the shelves. Waiting.” Voice dropping to a whisper.

“Waiting? For what?” She whispered back.

“For me to go by.”

“Right.”

“So they can whisper behind my back about how stupid I am.”

“You have a complex.” Her voice rose back to normal.

“They’ll suck me into library hell!”

“You have a serious complex.”

“Little teeth. Whispering little voices.” Shivering, he backed up, hurried away.

“Idiot.” But then she hesitated. Were hundreds of little eyes glaring at her from each and every shelves?

“Aahhh…maybe I’ll study tomorrow.”

FFfAW Challenge – Week of June 21, 2016

 

Week of 06-21 through 06-27-2016

Guide for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

1. A prompt photo will be provided each Tuesday to be used as a base to your story. Please include photo prompt with your story.

2. Linking for this challenge begins on Tuesday and runs to the following Monday evening.

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. Pingback to the challenge post in your story’s post.

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The library was impressive; the kind of library where one daren’t touch any book, much less presume to read the words inside. What use had men such as these for my set of skills?

My hands itched to hold one of those gilded book, but I resisted. The untouchable old men who existed in this place took quick offense. These books were not meant for the baseness of the human touch.

“The Librarian will see you now.” A crustacean of a man shuttled me through endless stacks until we arrived at the Head Librarian’s bench, behind which he sat like a thunderous god of old.

“There is an auction. A book we must acquire. Do you understanding?”

On my way out, I retrieved my gun. Next morning, I was on the Red-Eye to Paris.