FFfAW: Park Outing

My children were jovially playing on the playground equipment with the other children at the park, while I rested and watched, under a shade tree.

I accidentally fell asleep and woke up thirty minutes later, feeling quite anxious. I could see my son playing but I could’nt see my little daughter. Instantly, I began to panic,

“Jimmy, where is your little sister?”

“I don’t know mommy she was here just a little while ago.”

I ran over to Jimmy and took his hand, gasping,

“We must look for and find your sister!”

We walked everywhere around the park yelling Lilly’s name. That’s when I see the pond and panic consumes me; my mind furiously races with worry, and terror overcomes me. I feel the bile rising inside my throat.

I hear myself screaming, “Lilly, oh Lilly, dear God, no Lilly!” My racing heart begs for this to not be true.

Suddenly, I hear a small soft voice coming from behind me,

“Mommy, I just went to the big girl potty.”

(170)

Thank you Dawn M. Miller for our prompt photo this week.


Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers is a fun challenge that is open to anyone who wants to have fun writing flash fiction stories – stories that are approximately 150 words or less based on a prompt photo. If you would like to join this challenge or want to know more about it, please click on this link: FFfAW

 

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MFtS: City Hall Cafe

“The Mayor and the Town Manager waved as their next victim approached.”

“Wow, Tom,” Bob said to his friend, “This new book by Steven King is off to a good start.”

Tom was busy preparing to cook breakfast for potential customers and wasn’t paying attention. Bob went back to reading his book and drinking coffee.

Suddenly, the diner’s door opened and a young beautiful woman sat down at an empty booth.

Bob didn’t waste any time and went over and handed her this week’s breakfast menu and waited for her to read the menu.


Breakfast Special


3 eggs – cooked your way

2 mystery meat patties

3 fluffy homemade biscuits

Bottomless Coffee

$3.99


“Guess I’ll have the Breakfast Special since there ain’t no other option.”

Tom, the Mayor and Bob, the Town Manager were excited, tonight they would be having this beautiful woman as their main course for dinner and what’s left over will be the mystery meat for the diner tomorrow.

(150)

Thank you to Barbara Beacham for providing us with the photo prompt this week and for hosting Monday’s Finish the Story challenge. She gives us a photo and approximately 150 words with which we are to use to write our stories. It is fun and addicting and everyone is invited to participate. For more information, click on this link: MFtS

SPF: A Hellofa Ride

“She sure is a beauty! How long did you say you had her?”

“‘Bout four months now and I’m surprised she’s still around. Have had lots of “Looky Lue’s”. But also a lot of “No Can Do’s.”

“Your price is a little high.”

“Well, my God man, she’s a 1968 Rolls Royce! They don’t come cheap! They’re like some women, cost you a lot of money and then take you for a ride.”

“Haha! But at least the Rolls will take me on a good ride!”

“So, what’s your decision man? Wanna buy her?”

“Sure, I’ll buy this Rolls. I’m already in love with the angel on the hood. I’d say it’s a car good enough for the angels.”

The car salesman noisily cleared his throat while thinking, I think it’s best I not tell him it had belonged to Whitey Bulger,


Thank you to Alistair Forbes for hosting the Sunday Photo Fiction Challenge and providing our photo prompt today. Every Sunday he gives us a photo prompt and approximately 200 words with which we use to write our stories. The challenge is fun and addicting and everyone is welcome to join in the fun. For more information, check out this link: SPF

 

FFfAW: Alli’s Gravesite

She picked up the two dozen roses and began to walk slowly and precisely to her grave. Her gravestone stood gleaming bright, recently cleaned by the loving hands of her mother. Shari placed the roses lovingly across the grave, yellow roses, Alli’s favorite. She adjusted their placement making sure the yellow rose blanket spread perfectly across the grave.

A tear escaped her eyes as she patted the grave and gingerly cleaned a spot on the stone.

“Oh, Alli, I miss you so much my darling. I wish.. oh how I wish I could have been there to stop you.” Her heart filled with memories of her beautiful daughter but it quickly became heavy from the pain of her daughter’s early demise.

“I love and miss you Alli.” She weeped, feeling overwhelmed by her grief. She tried to not think about that decision her daughter had made several years earlier; a decision that she would not live to regret. (158)

Photo Credit: Sonya O. Thank you Sonya!

 

This is my second submission to the challenge, Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. This is a challenge where we are given a prompt photo and 75-175 words with which to craft our stories with. For more information on this challenge, click on this link FFfAW.

I want to give a little background about this particular story. Several years ago, my sweet niece took her own life. My sister visits her grave often. So basically, this story is about my niece and my sister. We all need to be vigilant and intercede anytime we are needed or called to, because many young people (and adults) take their own lives. Just maybe we can be the one to stop a tragic suicide.

 

 

 

FFfAW: Graveyard Ghosts

Mona was sitting on the ground with her head resting in her hands, looking and feeling forlorn.

“What's wrong, Mona? You don't look happy,” Stella asked.

“I'm missing my family. It will be years before I get to see them again.”

Stella replied softly, “Yes, it probably will be years but you can still have an enjoyable time as you wait for them.”

“That's just it. It isn't an enjoyable time hanging around this dead-beat place all the time.”

“Well,” Stella responded, “Look at it this way. Everyone is dying to come here.”

“Ha-Ha-Ha. That isn't even funny anymore.”

“Let's go to the local spooks tonight for a change. Or we could go spook a few people?”

“Geeze Stella, you're full of it tonight.”

“Have you seen the new neighbor? OOPS, I mean, the new spook?”

“Goodnight Stella, I'm going back to my bed!”

“Night night, don't let the spookies bite!”

“DROP DEAD STELLA!”

(155)

Photo Credit: Sonya O. Thank you Sonya!

 

I hope you enjoyed my story submission for the challenge, Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. This challenge is hosted by me, PricelessJoy. We are given a photo prompt plus 75-175 words with which to write our stories. The challenge is fun and addicting and everyone is welcome to participate. If you would like to know more about this challenge, or to follow the challenge's blog, click on this link: FFfAW

 

MFtS: Birthday Gift

Hey boys, how ’bout ya’ll makin’ yer Ma some wind chimes?” Ma spit her chaw into the spitoon and continued, “I ain’t never had no wind chimes and I been tryin’ to get ya’lls lazy asses to make me some fer years.”

“I know yer have Ma but that ain’t no good birthday gift for a fine Ma like you.”

“Well, hell, it’s damn sure better’n not getting one at all!” Moving the juice from the chaw around in her mouth, she spit it into the spitoon. “And ya’ll ain’t got me nothin’ in well over ten years!”

“Who you talkin’ to Ma? Got a frog in your pocket?”

“Stop it Junior! I ain’t joshin’ ya’ll. I want some damn wind chimes!”

“Okay Ma, we’ll make yer some wind chimes! Get yer panties unwadded and pass me them biscuits.”

“Oh for Gawd’s sake! Say, please!”

(145)

Photo Credit: ©Barbara Beacham

I hope ya’ll enjoyed my story and a big thank you to Barbara Beacham for hosting “Monday’s Finish the Story Challenge.” She provides us with a photo prompt, the first sentence to our stories, and approximately 150 words with which to write our stories. It is fun and addictive and open to all who wants to have fun. For more information, click on this link: MFtS

 

SPF: Old and Forgotten

Clara raised her arms to let her nightgown slide down them onto her small frail body. For eight days, not a single person had called her or stopped by to check on her.

The sun had set an hour earlier and tonight she needed to get to sleep early. Tomorrow she will walk the three blocks to the market and pick up a few groceries.

Clara crawled in-between the sheets and let sleep take her into it’s gentle embrace while she dreamt of her husband and her children. She was happy in her dreams and free from her old and broken body.

The morning sun shimmered into her small apartment. She awoke craving her morning coffee and a meal of oatmeal and toast.

A sharp and intense pain hit Clara and she fell and hit her head on the porcelain tub, knocking her uncounscious.

Two days later, Clara drifted away into permanent sleep.

One week later, she was found.

(160)

Photo credit: Alistair Forbes

 

I chose the subject to write about because recently, I have had two elderly members of my family, both living alone, have accidents after each suffered a stroke. One member passed away and the other member is in the hospital in Dallas, Texas. The family member that passed away laid on the floor alone for two days before anyone found him. The second family member laid on his floor for a full day before anyone found him.

I just wanted to say how important it is that we keep our eyes and ears out for the elderly, whether they are our neighbors or members of our own family. It made me realize just how often this very thing occurs.

Thank you to Alistair Forbes for hosting Sunday Photo Fiction. He gives us a photo prompt and 200 words or less with which to write our stories. The challenge is fun and addicting and everyone is welcome to participate. For more information, click on this link: SPF

 

 

 

FFfAW: Days of Innocence

Thunder and Touche' were my horses when I was young. They were both gentle quarter horses; well trained and stopped on a dime. I dearly loved my horses. I took my responsibility of caring for them seriously. Many times I would take my sleeping bag, battery powered lamp, a book and sleep in the barn right next to them. I did this when it was raining and the night sky was thick with the loud booms and white streaks of clapping thunder and lightening. I told my dad they needed me to feel safe and comfortable, but It was the other way around. They made me feel safe and comfortable.

Oh, how I wish I could go back to those days when the only responsibility I had was caring for my two horses. If only I could go back to the days of Thunder and Touche'; back to sleepovers in the barn and riding horses in the fields. I would hold onto those days of my youthful innocence so much tighter; so very much tighter.

(175 words)

Photo credit: ©pricelessjoy

This is my submission for the challenge, Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. We are given a photo prompt and approximately 150 words with which to write a story. It is fun and addicting and everyone is welcome to participate. If you would like more information, please click on this link: FFfAW

 

MFtS: God’s Eye

At first it looked like an ordinary marble, but it was far from it!” I was taken back in time after reading this statement. I was a youngster and loved to play marbles with my friends. Dad always told me to be especially careful playing marbles but I was much too young to understand why.

One day, I was playing marbles with my friend. My favorite marble was called, “God’s eye”. I whipped it out and hit the marbles and “POW,” they exploded, sending the marbles all over the place. Immediately I knew something major had changed. Dad told me later that I had just caused the “Big Bang” and created a new universe. Marbles became planets, moons and a sun. I was afraid I had done something terribly wrong and would be in trouble. But, my dad had my back and turned it into something wonderful.

Now I know that “God’s eye” looked like an ordinary marble, but it was far from it. (150)

Photo credit: ©Barbara Beacham

A huge thank you to Barbara Beacham for providing the photo prompt this week and hosting the challenge, Monday’s Finish the Story. She gives us a photo prompt and approximately 150 words with which we write a story. It’s fun and challenging. Everyone is welcome to participate. For more information, click on this link.

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Also, click on this link and find the blue froggy button and read all the wonderful stories written for this prompt.

 

SPF: A New Beginning

Marion shuffled over to the stove to turn the heat off the whistling kettle. It was 3:00 pm and time for her afternoon tea.

After finishing the tea, she placed the empty cup in the sink and turned on the television. It was time for 5:00 pm news.

When the news was over Marion shuffled back into the kitchen to make a sandwich. It was time for her evening meal.

At 9:00 pm, Marion put on her sleeping gown and crawled into her bed. It was bedtime.

That night Marion dreamed of being a young girl again and being wooed by the love of her life, her late husband, Albert. She dreamed of her children being little again. And, she dreamed about the times when life was simple and family was everything.

The next morning, Marion didn’t wake up. She had drifted off to the place where time didn’t exist. A place where time was relative.

For Marion, it was the end of time and the beginning of forever. (170)

Photo credit: Alistair Forbes

Thank you to Alistair Forbes for our photo prompt this week and for kindly hosting Sunday Photo Fiction. Alistair gives us a photo prompt and approximately 200 words with which to write our story. It is fun and challenging and everyone is welcome to join. For more information, click on this link: Sunday Photo Fiction