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.

 

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Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner 9-27-2017

The challenge for Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner opens early Thursday morning, September 21st. 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, September 29th, 2017.

Flash Fiction for the Practical Practitioner


 

He leaned back in the taxi, ignoring the glitterati of the city around him.  It had been a long day, dawn to dusk, full of horns and exhaust and the low, steady, rumble in the heart of the city.

Beethoven sounded loud in the cab – Dun Dun Dun Da – and he pulled out his cell.

“Yes?”

“The vote came in about fifteen minutes ago, Mr. Dunbar.”

“And?”

“Sandy Thompson won.”

“I see.”

There was a long pause. “What did you wish me to do, sir?”

“Nothing at all.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, Mrs. Jones, I am.”

He clicked off the phone.  “Nothing at all,” he repeated to himself. He had Ms. Thompson right where he wanted her.

The sounds of the city were music to his ears.

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)

Friday Fictioneers 9-9-12017

PHOTO PROMPT © Danny Bowman

 

“The road goes ever on and on,” he quoted, land hot and still around him.

He was music. Music was him. But the rest was all just a tangle in his head. Rivers of pain, octopus arms strangling him with memories he’d never remember.

He’d come to the point where either he or the world needed to disappear.

History called it a walkabout.  He prayed it would be his salvation. The scars on his wrists prayed, too, for salvation.

A thousand empty miles before him. A million broken moments behind.

He took a step and started walking.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner 9-8-2017

Rusty Gate

Flash Fiction for the Practical Practitioner


 

Tom pulled himself up and over the wall, dropping into the overgrown courtyard beyond. “Come on, dude.”

Danny dropped beside him. “This is stupid.”

“Which room?”

“On the left.”

Tom ran across the courtyard, followed by Danny.  They peered into the darkness, seeing a broken table, a blanket of leaves and trash scattered into the corners.

“Who was killed?”

“A hooker.”

“How?”

“Like Jack the Ripper!”

Tom’s eyes widened. “Truth?”

“Yeah.”

A clatter sounded from across the courtyard.

They turned to stare; saw nothing.

“Let’s go.”

Ignoring him, Tom crept into the murder room, foot kicking something under the leaves. He pulled up a rusted knife.

“Is that blood?”

“No.”

“Yes!”

Another clatter.

“Someones coming!”

“Hide!”

“Run!”

The sound of footsteps approaching.

“Run! Run! Run!”

They tumbled out of the room, pounding across the courtyard.  Up and over the wall. Neither stopped running until they reached Tom’s house.

Behind them, in the shadows, something chuckled.