SPF – Resting in the Rig

My home away from home is hard to park and has a closet size room with a bed, a refrigerator, a microwave, a television set and a port-a-potty. (I can sit on the potty and watch a game). It isn’t much but it gives me a chance to rest on my long hauls. I just have to find a place where I can park it all night. There are more overnight parking along highways for the 18-wheelers than there were in the past.

Tomorrow, I get up bright and early, eat a light breakfast and instant coffee and get back on the road for the east coast. I’m hauling a load of eggs. Which by the way, have you priced those things lately? It’s more like I’m hauling a load of gold. Heck, I think I’ll just cook me some of those gold eggs for breakfast.

Gotta go. Games on. (150)

A huge thank you to Alistair Forbes for hosting the Sunday Photo Fiction Challenge. Allistair provides us with the weekly photo prompt and approximately 100-200 words with which we build our stories with. The challenge is fun and addictive and is open to all who would like to participate. If you are interested in learning more, click here.

Click on the link above and go to the blue froggy button and click to read all the wonderful stories submitted for this challenge.

Quiet Getaway

Our campsite was a beauty with a bubbling stream near a railroad track bridge that had not been used in years. The quiet was so encompassing you could actually hear yourself think. The sun smiled at us through a veil of blue sky, white clouds, and a friendly flock of swallows.

We rolled up our pants and waded in the stream, allowing the silt on the bottom to squish between our toes. Occasionally, I would feel a fish nibble, making me laugh. We sat on the edge of the stream and let our city skin soak up the warm sunshine, begging for a reprieve longer than a weekend.

We fell asleep with a kiss, holding hands and wishing tomorrow could wait a few more days.

(125)

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

This is my 125 word submission for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers Challenge. We are given a photo prompt and 100-175 words with which we use to write our stories. It is fun and addicting! The challenge is open to anyone who would like to participate. For more information, click here.

To read great stories by some fantastic writers, click on the blue froggy button below.

 

SPF-True Love

“He loves me, he loves me not, he loves me…”

“What in the world are you doing?” Cantor asked.

“I’m finding out if my true love loves me.”

“No you’re not. All you are doing is pulling the petals off a daisy.”

“Let’s see. Where was I? He loves me, he loves me not, he loves me!”

“That’s stupid. It is not going to tell you if he loves you.”

“Well, I believe that it does! That’s all that matters.”

(Suddenly, her true love flys over to her and starts kissing her passionately).

“She loves me, she loves me not…”

(100)

Thank you to Alistair Forbes for providing our photo prompt this week and for hosting the “Sunday Photo Fiction Challenge” where we are given a photo prompt and approximately 200 words with which we use to build our stories. The challenge is open to all who would like to participate. For more information click here.

To read all the wonderful stories by amazing writers, click here.

SPF-Stoned

There is an ancient legend in the old country that there is a rare bird, named letcholin vondala, (letchy, for short) that seldom is ever seen. When it is seen and it poops on you, you will turn to stone. Honestly, I thought the legend was just that, a legend and nothing with substance. I mean, who ever heard of being turned to stone because of being pooped on by a bird? Hahahaha!

Then one day I was sitting at the beach watching the surf and enjoying the peaceful feeling and beautiful ocean when I saw a letchy. As soon as I saw the bird, the bird took aim at me and plop!

I am a sad and lonely stone statue with petrified bird poop on my stone arm.

My heart is heavy and I feel the weight of my regret for laughing at the letchy.

(145)

Thank you to Alistair Forbes for our photo prompt today and for hosting the challenge, Sunday Photo Fiction. Al gives us the photo prompt and approximately 100-200 words with which we are to write our stories. The challenge is fun and addicting and everyone is welcome to participate. If you would like more information about this challenge, click here.

To read the other participants’ wonderful stories, click here.

 

The Island House

Izzie lived in the island house for thirty years after her husband passed away.

*****

Albert was so excited about his 20th anniversary gift to Izzie; a passage on the majestic ship, the Titanic.

*****

When the infamous ship hit an iceberg, Albert quickly put Izzie on a life raft, assuring her he would catch a life raft later, knowing there wouldn’t be enough for him.

Watching the “unsinkable” ship sinking, Izzie felt her spirit descending right along with it. Shaking with fear and gasping for air through a huge knot of tears and sobs, she frantically searched for sight of her beloved husband.

The women began singing, “Amazing Grace,” and the men standing on the doomed ship began singing too,

“Amazing grace how sweet the sound…”

Still singing, the men stood stoically, sinking into the deep, dark, and desolate ocean.

…”And grace my fears relieved;”

Watching in tearful horror and shocked disbelief, the women and children witnessed their husbands and fathers slowly descend into their icy tomb.

…”And grace will lead me home.”

(175)

Thank you to TJ Paris for our photo prompt this week.

This is my 175 word story for the Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers Challenge. We are given a photo prompt and approximately 100-175 words with which we write our stories. The challenge is fun and addicting. Everyone is welcome to join in. For more information, click here.

To read the other participants’ stories, click on the blue froggy button below.

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: 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.

MFtS

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