“Stolen Collection” – Flash Fiction for Friday Fictioneers

This story was written for Friday Fictioneers.  Each week, Rochelle gives us an image and 100 words to tell a story.  She also inspires us with a story of her own.  This week’s prompt image comes from Jean L. Hays – thanks!  Click on the blue frog below to read more stories that correspond to this prompt and to add your own.

By the way, I’ve been having trouble trying to comment on Blogger or Blogspot blogs…maybe something in my privacy settings?  I will try to investigate.  I keep pressing the “publish” button, but it won’t publish; the page just refreshes with my comment still pending.

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Photo Prompt Copyright Jean L. Hays

Stolen Collection

(100 words)

“Really?”

“Come on—adventure!  Local color!” Ben said, steering Janice into the little store by the highway.

Merchandise was piled against the windows.  Ben started explaining their unorthodox honeymoon to the silent owner.

Then she saw it—an unremarkable green plaid shirt—yet her heart swung toward it even before she saw the pink heart patch she’d sewn on the elbow twenty years ago.

It was quiet.  Ben was staring at a locket, mouth open.

“How—” Janice said, holding the shirt. “My dad?”

“Things find their way here,” the owner said, sitting back.  “People, too.  What’s your memory worth?”

If you have a moment and the interest, I hope you’ll check out my story, “The Magic,” published with Necessary Fiction today.  : )

“Long Shadows” – Flash Fiction for Friday Fictioneers

This story was written for Friday Fictioneers.  Each week, Rochelle gives us an image and 100 words to tell a story.  She also inspires us with a story of her own.  This week, she included an excerpt from her forthcoming book, As One Must, One Can.  This week’s prompt image comes from Peter Abbey – thanks!  Click on the blue frog below to read more stories that correspond to this prompt and to add your own.

Friday Fictioneers–those of you on Twitter might also like participating in the daily #VSS365 prompt from @FlashDogs!  Tweet a story inspired by the prompt and include the #VSS365 hashtag!

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Image copyright Peter Abbey

Long Shadows

(99 words)

Hannah walked Josie home using the footbridge over the river.

Hannah pointed at the graffiti.  “From the H-C Gang.  Don’t come here without me—they might get you.”

Josie stared, silent.

“See the chain-link sides?” Hannah added. “They’re to keep people from jumping.”

Josie didn’t understand, but her dreams were full of black paint and people jangling the chain link, trying to get out, to jump.

Years later, Josie stood on the bridge, pulling her sleeves down over her wrists.  She knew there probably hadn’t been an H-C Gang in their little town.  Some dangers, though, were real enough.

“Old Games” – Flash Fiction for Friday Fictioneers

This story was written for Friday Fictioneers.  Each week, Rochelle gives us an image and 100 words to tell a story.  She also inspires us with a story of her own.  This week’s image comes from Claire Fuller.  Click on the blue frog below to read more stories that correspond to this prompt and to add your own.

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Image – Copyright Claire Fuller

Old Games

(100 words)

“We played with this for hours.”

“This?”

Emma held up the tightly-coiled metal, pulling it apart and letting the center section droop.

“Yes, a slinky,” her mother said.  “It was—Ralphie’s favorite.  He’d wait for a quiet moment, and then you’d hear it come down the stairs.  Everyone would laugh.”

Her mother wiped tears away.

Emma let the slinky trip down the stairs, fascinated that this had belonged to a dead boy, younger than her, who was her uncle.  Then, she forgot about it.

That night, when everyone was asleep, she heard the unmistakable sound.

“Hi Uncle Ralphie,” she whispered.

 

“Legacy” – Flash Fiction for Friday Fictioneers

This story was written for Friday Fictioneers.  Each week, Rochelle gives us an image and 100 words to tell a story.  She also inspires us with a story of her own.  This week’s image comes from C.E. Ayr.  Visit his site for more “sound bite fiction,” as he terms it, and click on the blue frog below to read more stories that correspond to this prompt and to add your own.

Legacy

(99 words)

Visiting Granny Penny was always frightening.  First, you had to wait at the far end of the woman-made lake for the boat.  You had to ignore the snapping of the prehistoric alligators as you boarded.

She’d be on the dock, watching to see if you flinched disembarking from the boat.

Her house was a maze of hallways and locked rooms.   Granny herself was silent as a ghost, appearing suddenly around dark corners.

Now, she’s left the house to me.  Why, when there were other grandchildren?  I don’t know.  What will I find?  What will I do?  I don’t know.

“The Call” – Flash Fiction for Friday Fictioneers

This story was written for Friday Fictioneers.  Each week, Rochelle gives us an image and 100 words to tell a story.  She also inspires us with a story of her own.  This week’s image comes from Sandra Crook.  Visit her site to see and hear about her wonderful work, and click on the blue frog below to read more stories that correspond to this prompt and to add your own.

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Image copyright Sandra Crook

The Call

(99 words)

Grandma’s sewing machine went to Rebecca.  From the parlor corner, for years, the machine said: your problems are nothing, you’re soft, your life lacks a meter to march to.

It was only after the children moved out and her husband left that she heard the pedal’s squeak at night—the wheel’s whirring, the needle’s plunge.  In bed, she heard it, sewing phantom clothes.

Every night, the same, until finally, Rebecca sat, foot on the pedal.

Make something, said a voice.

Rebecca felt an almost instant desperation.  She would.  She’d make, make, make, for the machine would never be satisfied.

“Continuation” – Flash Fiction for Friday Fictioneers

This flash fiction piece was written for Friday Fictioneers.  Rochelle gives us a photo prompt, and we have 100 words to tell a story in response.  To read more stories or to add your own, click on the blue frog below.

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copyright Vijaya Sundaram

Continuation

(97 words)

At the end of the world, the sky was very dark.  It reflected the general mood.

People handled the apocalypse differently.  Some tried to continue normally, dressing in tattered suits and marching off to a workplace that had been blown up long ago.  Some barely moved, disintegrating where they sat, becoming part of the death of Earth.

Maura was young when the world was dying.  She skipped rocks across the lake of sludge.  Those who saw her smiled, hearts quickening.   It was hard to believe the world could end, watching her selecting flat stones with vigorous solemnity.

“Endless” – Flash Fiction for Friday Fictioneers

Man, I need to write on this blog more!  I’m grateful for Rochelle’s weekly flash fiction challenge on her blog, Addicted to Purple, to remind me to visit my poor, neglected blog. For Friday Fictioneers, we get an image and 100 words to tell a story.  We also get several days to do it–the flexibility of this weekly prompt is a big plus for me, and I’m sure, for others as well!  This week’s image comes from Janet M. Webb.  Click on the blue frog icon below to read more stories or to add your own.

Endless

(100 words)

I’d scoffed at talk of the “purge” and how the survivors would be washed clean for a new world, but as the rain fell and the water rose, I began to believe.

When the water was up to our ankles, we ran around in it, laughing while neighbors shouted at our blasphemy.

When the water seeped into the houses, enveloping the furniture, we went to the roof, awaiting lightning bolts or a rainbow.

When water covered the roof, we climbed into the old rowboat.

Now water covers everything, and there are a few boats, but nowhere to row them to.

“Executor” – Flash Fiction for Friday Fictioneers

This story was written for the weekly Flash Fiction challenge posted each Wednesday by Rochelle on her blog, Addicted to Purple.  We get an image and 100 words to tell a story.  We also get several days to do it–the flexibility of this weekly prompt is a big plus for me, and I’m sure, for others as well!  This week’s image comes from Jan Wayne Fields.  Click on the blue frog icon below to read more stories or to add your own.

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image copyright Jan Wayne Fields

Executor

(98 words)

He hadn’t been to New York since the world ended.  Approaching from the water, it was easy to slide into the old reality, but when he docked and made his way in, the emptiness hit.

He walked quickly, looking away from empty storefronts and abandoned bodegas.

No traffic, no resistance.

In her apartment, there was dust everywhere, and a smell.  A handwritten note on the bedroom door read:

If anyone survives this plague, you will.  Live.  I’ll see you when you’re through.

He sighed.  He’d hoped today would end his loneliness, but he had more solitude to bear.

“Nightmares and Dreams” – Flash Fiction for Friday Fictioneers

This story was written for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’s weekly flash fiction prompt, Friday Fictioneers.  She provides us with a photo prompt as inspiration, and we get 100 words to tell a story.  This week’s photo comes from  Jan Marler Morrill.  Click on the blue frog below to read other stories or to add your own!  Also, be sure to check out Rochelle’s blog, Addicted to Purple, and her published works, including Please Say Kaddish for Me!

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Image Copyright Jan Marler Morrill

Nightmares & Dreams

(99 words)

“There is a street in Greece where your eyes barely see the cobblestones, though your feet feel them, and there, a blue door, obscured by vines—”

“Not again with the ‘blue door covered in vines,’ Pop,” Mom said.

Oscured by vines,” five-year-old Elsa corrected.

Grandpa continued: “I opened that door.”

“What’d you see?” I asked.

“Things more wonderful than I’d imagined.  Things more terrible than I’d feared.”

Elsa’s eyes widened.

“Pop,” Mom said.  “Right before bed?”

“Tell us,” I urged.

“I can’t tell all of it.  But I can tell of one creature, wonderful and terrible: the Garsnatch.”

“Pieces” – Flash Fiction for Friday Fictioneers

This flash fiction story is for Friday Fictioneers, the weekly prompt Rochelle Wisoff-Fields gives us on her blog, Addicted to Purple.  We get a photo and no more than 100 words to tell a story.  This week’s photo is from John Nixon.  If you’d like to read more responses to this prompt, or if you’d like to add your own, click on the blue frog below.

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Image – Copyright John Nixon

Pieces

(100 words)

It was supposed to be funny, but seeing clown legs kicking out cacophonous chords on the piano made me anxious.  Where was the rest of the body?

I shuddered.

“You too?” The man beside me smiled sympathetically.

I shrugged.  I’d seen many things that shouldn’t exist: pieces separated, mixed and combined.  My dog had a clear plastic abdomen where goldfish swam.  My uncle considered himself a Dr. Frankenstein.  He was talented, but learned no lessons from his predecessor.

I was one of his hybrids.  This man smiling at me would be surprised if he saw me without these baggy clothes.