JSW Prompt 6-7-2021

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.

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.

Retro Thursday 6-3-2021

 BY ATHLING2001

Waiting To Be Reborn

“If you live in the dark a long time and the sun comes out, you do not cross into it whistling. There’s an initial uprush of relief at first, then-for me, anyway- a profound dislocation. My old assumptions about how the world works are buried, yet my new ones aren’t yet operational.There’s been a death of sorts, but without a few days in hell, no resurrection is possible.” ― Mary KarrLit

I am waiting to be reborn.  I feel like a caterpillar enfolded in darkness, changes happening inside, waiting for the moment when bindings break, allowing in the shine of a new sun.  I don’t know what is waiting to be reborn. I never know. I do know something is changing: newness growing in the darkness, waiting to take wing and fly. I know this new beginning will be joyous, life expanding, another leap forward in the seven-league boots of my soul. I never consciously make the decision to be reborn.  My world turns inward, chatter quieter, characters hunkered, awash in the realization that I am not breaking but becoming new.

One day, when I least expect it, my life will split open and a fully formed butterfly will emerge, wings drying in new air. What color will those wings be? What shape?  What part of me will shine?

The mystery is waiting. One day soon miracles will occur.

I am waiting.

Waiting.

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.

Friday Fictioneers 5-28-2021

PHOTO PROMPT © Miles Rost

“Don’t jump, Harold!”

Harold flipped red wings.

Spencer swung his way up, shooting out a sticky strand of web which wrapped around Harold.

“Oh, for creatures sake,” Harold said, attempting to flick his glued-down wings, “Spencer!”

The spider turned around. “What?”

“I wasn’t going to jump. I was going to fly!”

“Thank goodness, I saved you!”

“What? I have wings, Spencer. I’m a flying bug!”

“What? Oh…I forgot.”

He always forgot.

Spencer looked so ashamed, however, Harold relented – as always. “It’s all right. Just get this sticky web off me.”

Friday Fictioneers 5-21-2021

PHOTO PROMPT © Na’ama Yehuda

“Wonder what were they thinking about.”

“They must have been hoping for a better life,” Rodger said, “but most of them didn’t get it.” That is why he’d become a lawyer, after all, to help the huddled masses, but he’d quickly become disillusioned. How did you help people who didn’t help themselves?

He looked over the water at Lady Liberty. Maybe he needed this view to remind him why he had gone to law school. Maybe the Lady needed to remind him of what she stood for:

Hope.

If she could still hope, he could, too.

Response – JSW 5-17-2021

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©️csknotts2020

They stood on the sidewalk, traffic whizzing behind them, staring out at the slow-moving river. “We could tube down the river,” she said, excited about the possibility.

“Maybe we could go riding.”

“That would be fun, too.”

“How about the Children’s Museum?”

“Yeah, maybe later.”

“We could go to the Speedway, just to say we’ve been.”

“We could go swimming.”

“We could get more donuts from that donut shop.”

“How about taking a tour of the city?”

The river swung beneath them, promising forever. In the end, they went back home and watched a movie. Tomorrow, they would find something exciting to do. And tomorrow and tomorrow. And then next year.

Little did she know the lies of the river. He was dead before she ever came back.

JSW Prompt 5-17-2021

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.

©️csknotts2020

Friday Fictioneers 5-14-2021

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

She wound her way through the foreignness in her own backyard, smiling shyly at the vendors hawking their wares. The mix of languages floated through the air like exotic birdsong, falling around her like rain. Stopping beside a metal gate, she hesitated, looking around, then stepped inside, hurrying down the concrete stairs. Inside the dim restaurant below, she shook her head at the waiters, making her way back, through the kitchen, and out the back door. Putting in earbuds, she listened to the news of the assassination. No one would find her here.

Retro Thursday 5-13-2021

When is it acceptable, if ever, to break the law?

I am not a law-breaker. That doesn’t mean that sometimes, in the darkest recesses of my heart, I don’t want to break the law. There are times the law is ridiculous. There are times when it would be so much easier not to abide by the law, but regardless, I was raised to know right from wrong.

To be totally truthful, I do break a couple minor laws. I drive 5-10 miles over the speed limit, mostly just to keep from being the slowest car on the road. Sometimes, I jay-walk. And, once or twice, I haven’t picked up my dog’s poop during a walk. In my defense, the poop was not on the sidewalk or anybody’s yard. It was in some brush on a strip of undeveloped land. So, I didn’t. Turn me in if you must!

I wouldn’t be a good criminal. I don’t like confrontation and I don’t do well in stressful, strange situations. This isn’t why I don’t break the law, but it helps.

As started above, some laws can be strange. Mostly because these are outdated laws which no longer fit into the reality of the modern world. For instance, in Alaska, it is illegal to wake a sleeping bear to take a photo.  In California, a frog which dies in a frog-jumping competition cannot be legally eaten. In Florida, if you tie an elephant to a parking meter, you must  pay the meter the same as you would for a car.

Silly, right? Definitely. These laws make me wonder about the sanity of some lawmakers in those days of old. How many elephants were wandering around Florida? And if you woke up that sleeping bear in Alaska, you wouldn’t need to worry about being arrested or fined. As for the frog, I guess competition frogs needs to be buried with honors or some such thing. Duty to the nation of Frogs.

These laws are so laughable that if I did have an elephant in Florida, I’d tie him to the parking meter and just walk away. What cop is going to stick a ticket on an elephant?

But, how about breaking serious laws, those laws made to safeguard the health, safety, prosperity and lives of the general populace of any country. Would I kill someone?

Maybe. If I was threatened or my children or family were threatened, I might have to step up and break that law. Stealing? If I was homeless and destitute I might consider stealing food. I might consider sleeping someplace safe but against the law.

As much as my wicked side (and/or characters) like to fantasize about breaking the law, being law-abiding is so deeply ingrained that I never would. As for characters, I do have criminals in my worlds. Most of them are not main characters, but a few are. Deanie O’Conner is a Irish Mob Boss during Prohibition.  I have some young folks who have done some really stupid things. A detective or two who has stepped over the line for the greater good.

My desire as a writer, and my tendency, is to look for and explore the moments which change a person’s life. Make bad people better, or good people bad. What moment was it that Deanie became, not just a ruthless Mob Boss, but a compassionate man, a family man, a man who cared enough about his children to walk away from his former life. Who tried to make things better for his ’employees’ rather than worse.

When would you break the law, if ever? And do you have any criminal characters for whom breaking the law is just a way of life?