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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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.

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.”

(165)

 

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers 9-16-2017

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).

 


 

The Unexpected Vacation

“The flowers are pretty at least,” Mona commented.

“Shhh… he might hear you!”

“I don’t care. We don’t know him from a hole in the ground.”

Mona smiled in apology. He wasn’t a bad-looking man, not that she was looking for a man. She was happily….. well… divorced.

The man kept looking at them.

Maybe he was just a little creepy. The next time she looked, he was standing right beside her.

“Tickets to the show for pretty ladies,” he asked, teeth flashing white. “Free.”

“What show? Where?” Mona asked.

He turned stiffly to point at the blank wall behind him.

“I’m not crawling in that little hole!”

“Free show for pretty ladies. Special show.” His eyes flickered orange.

“Think not,” Mona said, both of them backing away. “Maybe next time.”

“Free show,” he repeated, taking a few steps forward.

They fled, never once looking back at the empty courtyard.

(154)

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers 9-7-2017

This week’s photo prompt is provided by artycaptures.wordpress.com.

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).

 



The hand was seared into his memory,  curled and clawed as if the flesh was screaming in pain.

The day he would forget. It had been a nothing day until that moment. A day from which one expects nothing.

The abandoned mine was cool and dark. Their father preached about the dangers of the mine, yet they ventured further than before, to an open shaft into the darkness below. A rope hung over the opening, fixed to a beam overhead.

Always the braver, the other boy started down the frayed rope; it snapped.

He couldn’t tell if the boy below was breathing until he began to seize, body jerking side to side, arms, legs, curling inward. His flashlight flickered off, on, and then off again. On.

Off.

It took two days for him to find his way through the darkness. Two days he would later never remember.

But that hand. His brother’s hand. The last thing he saw before darkness separated them forever.

Curled. Clawed. Screaming in silent pain.

Flash Fiction for the Practical Practitioner 8-12-2017

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Flash Fiction for the Practical Practitioner


She watched the red-haired boy from the back of the bus, excited to be on the way to Hogwarts with Ron Weasley.

Paul McCartney had written “Eleanor Rigby” for her. They’d had a torrid affair, but, devastated when Linda died, he’d pulled away.

She’d tried an affair with Tom Cruise, but he was too short.

Harrison Ford, but he was too old.

Hamlet, but really, who needed that?

So, she’d started an affair with Chris Crenshaw, rock-n-roll and sex god all wrapped in one. They were going to get married as soon as he dumped the latest ‘it’ girl on his arm.

She hated ‘it’ girls. So pretty. So stupid. So vapid.

The bus stopped and Ron-who-wasn’t-Ron disembarked. She like Harry better, anyway,

At the next stop, she stepped into the drizzle, heading to H&H Accounting.

“Morning,” the first H said as she walked in.

The second H called, “I need these figures yesterday!”

She sat down to enter them into the computer.

“I’m going to lunch with Chris, today,” she told them.  “I have to leave by eleven.”

She never even saw the bus coming.

Word Of The Day 6-30-2017

Imperdible

(ĭm-pûr’dĭ-bǝl)
adj.

Definition

‘Incapable of being lost

Not destructible.


Example

Perhaps a night outdoors will teach you who’s master in this house, you imperdent, shameless girl!
“The Story Of Waitstill Baxter” by By Kate Douglas Wiggin
I’d shoot myself for the imperdence of the thing if I was goin’ to get well again, but I ain’t.
“Romance of California Life” by John Habberton
I misplaced my remembrall one too many times, so my mum cast a spell on it so it’s imperdible!! Now if only I could remember what that means.


Origin

im- (not) + Latin perdere (to destroy).