Response – Prompt 7-19-2021

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.

You wouldn’t of believed it, but it’s true. Scrappy was the kind of hamster who won my heart with his cut little nose and whiskers and the funny way he had of peeking out of his soup can whenever I came home as if he was just making sure I was back and safe. Funny little guy.

Until I came home and found this black-robed figure standing over his cage.

“Hey, back away from the hamster.”

The Reaper turned, shifting her scythe from one hand to the other. “I can’t and you know that.”

“I know nothing,” I shot back. “Scrappy is too young to die.”

“I come at all times,” she said, “whenever the call comes.”

“Well, Scrappy was not calling.”

She made a noise almost of sympathy. “The call came.” Gently she reached into the cage and picked up my little guy.

Scrappy’s spirit came out of his body, squirming and sniffing at the unfamiliar hand.

“Oh,” I choked out, blinking back tears. “Scrappy.”

She held out her gloved hand. “Would you like to say goodbye?”

Tearful now, I nodded, taking a step forward. Gingerly, I reached out, feeling his cool fur beneath my fingertips.

“Goodbye, little buddy,” I said softly, wiping away the tears.

Scrappy sniffed my fingers, scratched his head against my thumb and then turned around.

Closing her hand gently, the Reaper turned away, walking across my apartment, fading gently into the night beyond.

JSW Prompt 7-19-2021

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.

Response – JSW Prompt 7-5-2021

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.

Write a story, essay, poem etc. showing conflict between two women.

“He much rather be with me,” she said with a tilt of chin.

“Wrong again. He’d rather be with me.”

“Don’t fool yourself, child. He doesn’t want a baby, but a mature woman.”

“I am a mature woman.”

“Honey,” with a toss of one hand, “twenty-five is not mature.”

“Well, he certainly doesn’t want an old woman.”

“I am not old.”

“Older than I am and you know men like younger women.”

“Younger woman have nothing over a grown-up.”

“Ha, just another way of saying you are old.”

JSW Prompt 7-12-2021

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Friday Fictioneers 7-9-2021

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

He remembered the tree from when it was alive, two branching trunks – perfect for climbing! Shade in summer and stark angles against a winter sky. Pink cotton-ball flowers like fourth of July sparklers. Climbing to the top, tree swaying in the wind. Strong trunks and branches which never broke no matter how carelessly he climbed.

He remembered the day he’d come home from college to find nothing but a stump. She’d hated the tree when he climbed to the tippy-top though he’d never been hurt beyond skinned knees and elbows.

He sat on the stump, remembering.

JSW Prompt 7-5-2021

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.

Write a story, essay, poem etc. showing conflict between two women.

Friday Fictioneers 7-2-2021

PHOTO PROMPT © Russell Gayer

“It’s a deathtrap.”

“No, think of it with a shiny new coat of paint.”

“Still a deathtrap.”

“No, it will be the perfect van for going cross country.”

“I’m not going anywhere in that.”

“Just wait, you’ll see.”

“I see a deathtrap.”

“Think of it with a whole new interior.”

“Deathtrap.”

“Think positive for a moment.”

“Still a deathtrap.”

Six months later, Cassy sat on the hood, watching the sun set over the Pacific Ocean after driving alone from Richmond, Virginia to California. She raised her glass, tapped it against the hood and said, “Here’s to a perfect friendship.”

Friday Fictioneers 6-25-2021

PHOTO PROMPT © Brenda Cox

“You can’t blame this one on me,” Chris said with a cock of his head.

“Oh, I can.”

“Not legitimately.”

“True, but I’ll find a way,” Jay promised.

“What am I, the Big Bad Wolf? I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll blow your trees down?”

“Watch out Little Red Riding Hood!”

“Humpht.”

“What big eyes you have!”

“What a big heart I have.”

“What a big nose you have.”

“Now you’re just being silly. I’ve a perfect nose.”

Thank goodness no one at the outdoor tables had been hurt in the collapse.

Friday Fictioneers 6-18-2021

PHOTO PROMPT ©  Alicia Jamtaas

“Nobody lives there.”

“The Little People do.”

“Why would they live in a Big Person house?”

“They drove out the Big People.”

“You are so full of it.”

“You don’t believe me, go look inside.”

“I’m not looking inside.”

“Chicken.”

“Damn right. I bet there are snakes in there.”

“No snakes.”

“Then you look.”

“I don’t need to look.”

“Are you sure? No snakes?”

“I promise.”

“Come with me and I will.”

“Okay.”

They snuck up on the building, circling around to the far side where a wood door hung partially open. Peeked inside……

“Surprise!” shouted all her friends.

Response – JSW Prompt 6-14-2021

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“You mean there are ponies all the way over there?”

“Yes, I do.”

“But why can’t we see them?”

“Because they are too far away.”

“I want to see the ponies!”

“I know and we will as soon as the boat tour starts.”

“Can we pet the ponies?”

“No, no. They aren’t pets. They are wild.”

“What does wild mean?”
“It means they live on their own and take care of themselves. They aren’t ponies like at the carnival.”

“I want to ride the ponies.”

“We can’t ride theses ponies. They are wild.”

“Can we un-wild them?”

“Tame? No, because these ponies don’t belong to us. They live out here on the Refuge because they is where they belong.”

“Can we take one home?”

“No, they are wild.”

“It could live in my room with me.”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because they are wild and they don’t belong to us.”

“But I want a pony.”

“You have plenty of ponies at home.”

“They are fake.”

“But you enjoy playing with them, don’t you?”

“Uh-huh.”

“So we’ll take pictures of the ponies we see today and you can hang them on your wall to look at when you play with your ponies.”

“I want to see the ponies!”

“I know. The boat is coming.”

“Where is it?”

“I don’t know for sure, but it is coming.”

“Here?”

“Right here.”

“To see the ponies?”

“Yes, to see the ponies.”

“Can I pet the ponies?”

“We already discussed that. No, the ponies are wild.”

“Can I ride the ponies?”

“No, they are wild.”

“I don’t want them to be wild.”

“Well, they are.”

A boat appeared in the distance, gradually growing closer.

“Is that the boat?”

“Yes.”

“Our boat?”

“The tour boat, yes.”

“Is he coming?”

“Yes.”

“Right here?”

“Yes.”

“Can he come faster?”

“No. He knows what he is doing.”

“What if he’s wrong?”

“About what?”

“Coming faster. What if he can?”

“He can’t come any faster.”

“The boat is coming! The boat is coming!”

Yes, please, the boat is coming finally.

The tour boat pulled up to the dock. “Come on aboard,” the old man at the wheel said with a sweep of one hand.  “Captain Jack’s Pony Tours.”

They stepped on board.

“Are we going to see the ponies?”

“Yes,” the old man answered. “There are lots of ponies out today.”

“Can we pet them?”

“Your best view,” the Captain said, “Is going to be from the bow of the boat. The front.”

Cassie dashed off to the bow. Mother followed more slowly.

“Just remember,” Captain Jack said, “you have to stay real quiet or you might scare the ponies back into the brush.”

“Are we going to see ponies?” Cassie whispered.

“Yes, now Shuuuuh.”

The vacation might be salvageable after all.