Monthly Archives: March 2016

The Mutt

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Photo Source: Pixabay

Sam never much liked that mutt tagging along, but his buddy Chuck seemed to need him so he put up with it. There were times of course, when Bart (that’s what Chuck called him) proved to be an asset, especially at night. Bart remained vigilant, warning them of approaching intruders, allowing them to sleep, a rare gift on the front. Sam grew to appreciate their tag-a-long but he kept his distance.

No one, not even Bart could have seen it coming. The bomb lurked under the path waiting for someone to trip it. Today, that someone was Chuck. Sam and Bart rushed to him as soon as they regained their own bearing from the force of the blast, but Chuck was already gone.

As the medics carried away his friend’s remains, Sam looked down at Bart, tears in his eyes. “Don’t worry buddy, you’re with me now.”

Sam never much liked that mutt, but now he couldn’t imagine going on without him.

kat ~ 18 March 2016
(162 words)

A story based on the photo prompt above for FFfAW (Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers) hosted by Priceless Joy (PJ). If you would like to ready other stories or enter your own click HERE.


Forever Yours…

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PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Dearest Julia,

Each day I sit here enveloped by gloom, more so because you are not here to help me bide the time. I keep your favorite trinkets near the window. Like the swelling muddy river below, memories of our adventures flood my head with melancholy.

This house has become a prison to me since the accident. The visiting nurse brought fresh flowers hoping to cheer me. But eventually they died, reminding me of you.

Do you think of me in heaven, dearest? I pray each day that God would allow me to join you there.

Forever Yours,

Charles

~kat 18 March 2016
(99 words)

A flash of fiction in letter form for Friday Fictioneer’s Challenge based on the photo above by our hostess, Rochell Wisoff-Fields. Read other stories HERE.


Echoes of my Neighborhood

Happy Thursday! I decided to send you some actual echoes from my corner of the world. I realized in the preparation for this post that I am forced to listen to a lot of NOISE!!! Loud, grating noise that I have learned to tune out as I go about my day.

Spending 30 seconds actually listening to the droning cacphony of my life, I wonder how I can possibly hear anything pleasant at all!

No wonder we turn our stereos to “11”. As for me I’ve developed a habit of humming…nothing particular. I just hum random notes, which makes my significant other crazy! It’s self preservation. I hum to hear myself think! At any rate, I will share some random noise from my day. I’m sure you’ll agree after listening, 24 hours a day of this, and you too might take to humming!!!!

This first clip is the lovely morning sounds that greet me as I take my little blind and deaf dog, Lucy, for a wee. Fortunately she can’t hear what I hear. I live near a train yard that houses dozens of cars that transport coal. This is the sound of the cars grinding along…CLICK HERE

Then, after a quick breakfast, I hop into my car and drive 20 minutes or so to THIS! More NOISE!!!

And then at work, if I have to go out into the warehouse…THIS!!! Thank goodnees I have my cubicle with a view to escape to! My desk however, sits underneath the heat/air system exhaust vent. At random times throughout the day it kicks in…I’ll leave that one to your imagination. 

But there are times when I do manage to turn off the noise…or at least find a moment of Zen…when it’s softly raining and birds are chirping. I live for these moments! They are what keep me sane! 

Have a great week. I hope you find your own peaceful moments in the midst of your noisy corners of the world! Here then is a bit of Zen…

Thanks to Jacqueline at a cooking pot and twisted tales. Click HERE to see other neighborhoods from around the globe!

 


Regret – A Six Word Story

A Six Word Story in response to Nicola Auckland of Sometimes Stellar Story Teller’s weekly challenge. This week’s Story Prompt is: REGRET. See other stories by clicking HERE and scrolling to the comment section.

She wished she had said, “no”.

kat ~ 17 March 2016


Touched by Lightning

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Photo Credit: Al Forbes @ A Mixed Bag

Hannah loved storms. She spent hours watching strobes of lightning, counting, “one-one thousand…two-one thousand…three…” until the thunder boomed, rattling the house.

One spring day, Hannah found herself out in the elements when a massive storm rolled in.

With no shelter in sight, she headed back through the pasture toward the road where her car was parked. “What’s a little rain,” she thought, “I won’t melt!”

Suddenly, she felt a tingling from head to toe. There was a bright flash of light. Hannah didn’t see it as much as she felt it…a massive, magnificent burst of energy in every cell of her body. For a brief moment Hannah realized she had been struck by lightning. “It doesn’t hurt,” she thought. Then everything went black.

A local farmer found her after the storm. She had survived, but her recovery would be long and painful. They say that being struck by lightning is like being cooked in a microwave oven…from the inside out!

But Hannah will tell you that she still loves storms.  Since her tryst with lightning she has developed a peculiar talent. She no longer needs to count between the lightning and the thunder…she just knows.

kat ~ 17 March 2016
(196 Words)

A story in response to the photo prompt above by Al Forbes for his Sunday Photo Fiction Challenge. If you would like to read other stories or enter your own, click HERE.