Category Archives: Flash Fiction

The Breakup

Photo Credit: TJ Paris


Angie found the note in her backpack. Her name was written on the envelope in his handwriting.

“When had he written it?” she wondered. Though it didn’t matter. Angie was expecting it.

Ange,
I think we’ve tried. We really have. But this is just not working for me. And I don’t think it’s working for you either. I think it’s best if we just end it. I’ll be moved out by the time you get home from work.
Jess

Angie shrugged as she folded the letter. She didn’t feel sad. She didn’t feel anything, except relief and a tinge of excitement knowing that she would no longer have to share her apartment with anyone. With him.

Angie never agreed with Jess on anything. But this one last time he was right. They didn’t work.

kat ~ 16 February 2016
(135 Words)

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


Still Life in February

daffodil

PHOTO PROMPT © The Reclining Gentleman

Dearest Julia,
It has been unseasonably warm for February. The buds have started popping from the tips of tree branches and the brown grass is greening. To my dismay the daffodils have decided to peek through the soil toward the warmth of the sun. Just this afternoon, one decided to open up in full bloom!

I know how you love the daffodils my dear. And I fear they may not be here when you come in the Spring. So I took a photograph for you.

I will see you soon. My love to you and kitty, Penelope.

Until Spring,

Laura

~kat – 13 February 2016
(100 Words)

A short note inspired by the photo above by The Reclining Gentleman for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers weekly photo challenge.  If you would like to read other stories click HERE.


Double-Crossed – A Six Word Story

He took credit for her work.

kat ~ 13 February 2016

A Six Word Story for A Sometimes Stellar Storytellers weekly prompt: Double-Crossed. Read other stories by clicking HERE.


Roughing It

Photo Credit: Michael Hull

A bit if irony for this new challenge…second in a series of Three Line Tales from Sonya at Only 100 Words.   Photo by Michael Hull.

She answered Nature’s call to return.
To lose herself, embraced by wild verdant lushness.
But not without a backpack of creature comforts.

~kat – 13 February 2016


Beautiful Liar

redbench

Photo Credit: Ady

“The red bench, he said. Meet me at the red bench. Do you know how many red benches there are? Sixteen! I know because I counted each one…twice!”

The squirrel was unusually attentive as Sally ranted. She was a wet mess after traipsing through the park! She plopped on the nearest bench to catch her breath.

The clock tower in the square started to gong. When Sally looked up he was walking toward her. At least she thought it was him. She glanced behind to make sure.

“Wow. His photo did not do him justice,” she thought, “how can someone so handsome take such awful pictures?”

“You must be Sally! I’d know you anywhere!”

“Hello…Charles? You are Charles, aren’t you?”

He laughed. “Yes. It’s me. I hope I didn’t keep you waiting.”

“Not at all,” Sally lied, “I just arrived myself.”

He knew she was lying. He didn’t care. Watching her go from bench to bench, talking to squirrels had captured his heart.

He reached for her hand, “Let’s get dinner, shall we?”

~ kat – 9 February 2016
(175 Words)

This story is inspired by the photo above as part of Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writer’s (FFfAW) weekly challenge. If you would like to read other stories and or enter your own, click HERE.