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The Bracelet

statue“Who would do such a thing?!” Mae Brown asked the Officer when he arrived.

“When did you first notice the broken statue Mrs. Brown?

“This morning. They must have done it last night.”

“Have you noticed anything else out of place?”

“No. Except, do you see the bracelet on the left wrist? That’s new.”

Mae thought about it for a moment. It looked like the bracelets she had sent to the neighborhood girls recently. There were the Monroe twins across the street, and Sue next door and Amanda on the corner. Amanda! Oh dear, Mae thought, such a sweet girl. What was I thinking giving a bracelet to a girl who lost both hands in a fire!

“Did you think of something Mrs. Brown? Anything you remember will help us get to the bottom of this.”

“No officer. Thank you for coming.”

“Well, if you think of anything, let us know.”

Mae wouldn’t be calling the officer anytime soon. But she would be planning a visit to a certain little girl to ask her forgiveness.

kat ~ 8 June 2016
(175 Words)

A story for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFfAW) prompted by the photo by Phylor that you see above.


The Abduction

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Photo Credit: S Writings

Deb had only looked away for a second. Frantically, she scanned the clusters of children clamoring for candy tossed from the parade float.

“Sarah! Sarah!” she called, but the ‘boom, boom, boom’ of the marching band’s drum section was deafening.

Deb’s heart was racing. She retraced their steps, through the crowds toward the town square. The last people she wanted to involve was the police, but she was desperate.

“Sir,” Deb pleaded to the officer, “I’ve lost my 5 year-old. Her name is Sarah. I’ve looked everywhere. I can’t find her!”

“You said her name was Sarah?”

“Yes, Sarah…she’s 5. She has a pink t-shirt…and blue jeans.”

“Well that might explain this note.  We found it attached to one of the painted display cows.”

The officer watched Deb intently as she read, “I have Sarah, Deb. You know she belongs with me. The courts awarded me custody. Jon”

“Is the note true, ma’am?”

“Yes…” Deb mumbled in defeat.

“I think you better come with me. Jon is pressing charges.”

kat ~ 29 March 2016
(173 Words)

A story for FFfAW (Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writer) Photo Prompt. Thanks to PJ (Priceless Joy) for hosting. Read other stories HERE.


The Portrait Hall

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Photo Credit: Uday, with the blog, Udayology

“Come on, it will be fun!” Shawna said, dragging me to the old abandoned building.

We were on vacation and had decided to do our own exploring away from the tour group.

The heavy door scratched the floor as we pushed it open. Inside the dimly lit room, frames of various shapes and sizes covered the walls floor to ceiling.

We moved closer. I couldn’t believe my eyes! Each frame had the image of one of my relatives. “Are you seeing what I’m seeing?”

“It’s wild! There’s my grandma…and my cousin. How is this possible?!”

“Wait a minute. You’re seeing portraits of YOUR family?”

“Yeah…every frame a different one, some I don’t even know. But they’re old. Maybe, my ancestors? This is weird!”

“What’s WEIRD is that I’m seeing all of MY family members in the frames.”

Without saying a word Shawna and I bolted for the door. Before slamming it behind us, we turned to look one last time at the daylight illuminated walls. Each frame actually contained a mirror!

Now THAT is weird!

kat ~ 22 March 2016

A story in response to PJ’s (Priceless Joy) Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writer Challenge based on the photo above by Uday, with the blog, Udayology. If you would like to read other stories or add your own, click HERE.

 

 

 


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.


The Mechanic’s Helper

Photo Credit: Pixabay

 
“So as I was telling you, Marge has been beside herself since she found out about Carol and….”

“Sweetie, pass me the pliers, please.”

“Which ones are those? The red handled thingamabobs?”

“No, that’s the wrench…black handle.”

“Okay. Here you go. …Carol and Tom. Do you know they have the nerve to show up together at the…”

“I’ll take that wrench now…red handle?”

“So this is a wrench. Here you go. …the party that Marge is hosting with Sue Ann. I’m not sure if she should be mad at Sue Ann or Carol..it was Sue Ann that…”

“Throw me that rag, will ya? Almost done here.”

“Danny…Which rag? You have three. The red, the green or…”

“Red’s good. Thanks babe.”

“…well Sue Ann invited the two of them. She must know it will be upsetting…”

“All done! Wanna know what I think? Tom’s a jerk and you should probably watch your back around that Sue Ann…”

“Exactly! Just what I was thinking!”

(Dan was a very smart man! A smart man indeed!)

kat ~ 3 February 2016

(173 Words)

This story is inspired by the photo above, provided by Pixabay and my friend PJ at FFfAW (Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers). Read other stories or enter you own HERE.


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