“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.

“The New House” – Flash Fiction for Friday Fictioneers

This story is for Friday Fictioneers, the weekly prompt Rochelle Wisoff-Fields gives 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 Douglas M. MacIlroy.  Also, 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.

My take this week is grim.  Sorry about that!  Not sure how I got there…I think I was trying to make sure it wasn’t just a playful romp, but still had some plot, since the picture seemed so happy to me initially, and I think I overcompensated!

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Photo Prompt – Copyright Douglas M. MacIlroy

The New House

(100 words)

Daddy tried to make unpacking exciting, chasing us with grandpa’s diver’s helmet, but even as we squealed, we felt dread.

That night, there were strange knocks and shadows.

We grew to accept these.

Eventually, we began to see another family: a father, mother and two boys.

In our dreams, the father and mother told us to leave.  The boys warned of consequences.  We woke from their pinches to see our doors swing open.

We didn’t leave.  Not in time.  After two years, Daddy fell down the stairs and died.  Mama sold the house, and we left, two years too late.

Siren in the Sky – Flash Fiction for Friday Fictioneers

This story is for Friday Fictioneers, the weekly prompt provided by Rochelle on her blog, Addicted to Purple.  She gives us a photo and no more than 100 words to tell a story.  Be sure to visit Rochelle’s blog!  This week’s photo is from C.E. Ayr.  Also, 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 from C.E. Ayr

Siren in the Sky

(100 words)

The old stadium was brilliantly lit.  I grabbed my purse and coat, though it was late.

No one bothered me, though there were others on the street.

There was no game in the stadium.  No concert.  It’d been shut down; everyone knew.

When I entered, I joined the silent group standing in the dusty center.

A giant disc appeared in the sky.  My body disappeared, and I was looking down on an empty stadium.  The lights went out.  Only then did I try to scream, but it was too late.  Maybe all will be well, I told myself.  Hold on.

“Back” – Flash Fiction for Friday Fictioneers

This flash fiction story was written for Friday Fictioneers, the weekly prompt provided by Rochelle on her blog, Addicted to Purple.  We get a photo for inspiration and no more than 100 words to tell a story.  Be sure to visit Rochelle’s blog to take a worthwhile look into her world!  Also, 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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Photo Prompt – copyright Roger Bultot

Back

(98 words)

That morning, I saw the birds on the wire and knew they’d seen what I’d missed: my father’s disappearance.

I used to imagine someone kidnapped him, and he’d escape and return…or I’d rescue him.  Now, I know he must’ve willingly walked into the foggy ether.  Did he look back?  Probably.  Most people would.  But it doesn’t count unless you go back.

He’s in the waiting room now, to interview for a job.  Will he recognize me?

In the end, I hire him.  He thanks me.

I’m a masochist.  Or a sadomasochist.  We’ll both pay for what we’ve done.

“Legacy” – Flash Fiction for Friday Fictioneers

The following story was written for Friday Fictioneers, the weekly prompt provided by Rochelle on her blog, Addicted to Purple.  We get a photo for inspiration and no more than 100 words to tell a story.  Check out Rochelle’s blog and her impressive writing!  This week’s photo is from J. Hardy Carroll.  Also, 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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Photo Prompt copyright J Hardy Carroll

Legacy

(100 words)

Stepping through the doorway into the rampant weeds, I’m a child again, and Dad’s brought me here to explain his childhood.  Trees stretch up toward him now, not stopping to tell any secrets.

I wish I’d paid more attention.

Now, my imagination takes over.  Kitchen, there—bedroom, here.

And the fire started here, where there’s a bare patch in this wilderness.  It’s silly to think nature remembers what I’ve forgotten, but still.  Dad left home after that, another of grandpa’s drunken mistakes.

What about mine?  Would Dad return to the scenes of my betrayals?  Would he find anything worth saving?

“A Change in Perspective” – Flash Fiction for Friday Fictioneers

This post is in response to this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt, furnished by Rochelle on her blog, Addicted to Purple.  Check out her blog and click the blue frog below to read other stories and to add your own.  We get the photo (this week from Marie Gail Stratford) and up to 100 words to tell a flash fiction story.  Mine this week is more of a character than a story, but I hope you enjoy anyway!

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Photo Prompt copyright Marie Gail Stratford

Change in Perspective

(99 words)

The city always seemed confining—towering buildings, people rushing around…and the noise creates walls even where there aren’t any.

It’s strange to look at it, now that I’m dead.  Everything is muted, manageable, and  I can pass through the walls.  I simply walk into this apartment or sit down in that cab.  I watch the father put his child to sleep.  I listen to the executive on the phone with her mother while walking to a meeting.

There’s one place, though, that I cannot go: back.  I can’t talk to those who knew me.  I can’t make it right.

I’ve also finished the final installment of my short story, “Spring Spirit.”  If you’re interested, here are links to all three parts:

Spring Spirit, part 1

Spring Spirit, part 2

Spring Spirit, part 3