Response – JSW 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.

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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.

Response – JSW 5-10-2021

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.

Don’t have many of those any more. Memories, I mean. Got lost somewhere in my mind and they were gone.

Course, my mind is gone, too, so it wasn’t any surprise. But I miss them. Wish I knew what I was like as a six-year old, a twenty-year old, fifty. I’m 101 now, lots of memories gone. Sometimes memories, or the lack of them, are the worst form of torture.

You young folks don’t believe me, I know, but wait until you’re my age. Wish I could remember my wife. Assuming I had one. Maybe I was alone the whole time. If that was the case, I’m glad I don’t remember.

The attendant come up to say it’s time for dinner. I don’t want it. Why eat when you don’t remember it after it’s done?

But I gotta eat otherwise they fuss and fret and threaten. They say I’ve done that before, not eating. Called it a hunger strike, but, course, I don’t remember.

Bet I did some good things in life. Least I hope so. I’d like to be remembered as a good man. Remembered… huh.

Hilarious. Maybe no body else remembers anything either.

“Come on, Mr Connelly, dinner is waiting.” he starts pushing my chair.

Guess my name is Connelly. I wish they call me by my first name. I’d like to know that before I die.

“What were you doing over there, Mr. Connelly?”

“Over where?”

“There, by the window.”

“Nothing.”

“You looked like you were talking to yourself.”

“Phaw…. I ain’t gone that far.”

JSW 5-10-21

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 5-7-2021

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PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz

“How’s that for moving houses?” Van asked.

He shrugged. It wasn’t a house, it was a trailer. Extra wide maybe, but still a trailer.

“I can’t wait to stand on our front porch,” Emmy said with a clap of hands.

It wasn’t a porch…. it was a extended door.

“Yeah.”

“What? Honey aren’t you excited?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, you could act like it!”

Well, he could, but what was he excited about? Not a trailer no matter how pretty inside. Not a bolted together house….

Walking away was what he was excited about and he did.

Response JSW 5-3-2021

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.

The main characters are told that something they have been searching for does not exist.

“Shit.”

“That blows.”

“Are you sure it’s not there?”

“Positive, baby. Look for yourself.”

She scrutinized the paper, turning it over and over as if that might make the thing magically appear.

“But I know I saw it. I know I did!”

“Well. apparently not in this lifetime.”

She tossed down the paper. “That is wrong. I know it. I’ve read it a hundred times, both when I was little and then to the kids.”

“Honey, it’s okay. So the name is different.”

“No the name isn’t different. Why would I remember it wrong?”

“A thousand different reasons, hon. You know how tired you always were at night, getting the kids to bed.”

“I wasn’t that tired.”

“Okay, it doesn’t really matter. It’s the same anyway.”

“No it’s not. Why would my brain remember the wrong name?”

“Why do brains do anything?”

“Don’t give me the runaround, Dan. I’m really worried now about my brain.”

“There is nothing wrong with your brain,” he told her again, gently. “Just because you remember Bereinstein Bears and it’s Bereinstain Bears….”

JSW 5-3-21

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.

The main characters are told that something they have been searching for does not exist.

Friday Fictioneers 2-23-2021

PHOTO PROMPT © David Stewart

The marshmallow lights stretched across the field like a string of aliens making for the border. Next thing you knew, they’d be asking for asylum because their Moon Gorky was being mean to them.  Well, damn it, as far as he was concerned those aliens could just go back to where they came from.

The touch on his shoulder pulled Jeffrey back from his character’s mind and he turned.

“Jeffrey, will you take Karen on the Merry-Go-Round?”

Oh, please! “Yes, dear, of course……” As if he didn’t have better things to do at his typewriter, what with an alien invasion looming and all…

Response JSW 4-19-2021

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.

I lay on the table, oblivious to anything around me. Eyes finally closed. Distant sounds of the sea rolling towards me.

I almost drowned when I was five. My older brother dared me to keep wading out into the surf, further and further until there was no sand beneath my feet.

Then the bad things started. I wasn’t the bad things, but they said they were inside me so I guess they must have been. I don’t remember, but they must have been. The nightmares never left, so they must have been.

I knew he was here, watching me drown.

I drifted further, floating now on the swells, feeling the salt in my veins pulling me down. Past the breakers. Floating out to sea.

To sea. See.

I could finally see. Floating. Drowning in the soft warm rush of waves of darkness.

Warden: “Time of Death. 12:01”