Tag Archives: Flash Fiction

You Can Call Me Terry

“Geologists have a saying – rocks remember.” ~Neil Armstrong

Photo by © CEAyr

“Hello there.”

“What?! Who said that? Who’s there?!”

“I’m down here.”

“But, you’re a rock!”

“That’s right! My name is Terrance A. Cotta, the 1003rd, but you can call me Terry…get it? Sheesh! Humans are so dense!”

“I’m going crazy!”

“Oh, get over yourself! You and I are made of the same stuff you know. You’re just mucilaginous. I was once a mountain. I soared so high I danced with the clouds.”

“Mucilaginous? What’s that mean? Never mind. I’m outa here!”

“Oh well, off you go then. But I could tell you things, if you’d listen. I could tell you things…”

~kat

100 Words for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers 100 Word Story Challenge prompted by the photo above by CEAyr.


In Lieu of Flowers

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PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

“Why did I even bother stating “No flowers” in the obituary!”

“Flowers are pretty. And Red Ginger and Birds of Paradise were Nana’s favorites. I think it’s nice of people to remember her this way. What’s your issue with flowers!”

“Well first of all, they’re a waste of money. We were very clear. We said, “in lieu of flowers, please make a donation to Sunset Hospice. Why can’t people respect our wishes?!”

“I’m sorry. Why are you so upset?”

“Cut flowers die. I can’t bear to watch them fade, like Nana did. Take them somewhere…please!”

“So sorry. I get it.”

~kat

100 Words for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Friday Fictioneers Challenge based on the photo above by Dale Rogerson.


Like Pie

Photo by SnapwireSnaps at Pixabay.com

Grandma always said, “Pie is all about the crust, honey. You can’t be too rough with it or it won’t come out right.”

Life is like pie crust. If you over (k)need the dough it won’t matter what sweetness you fill it with, it won’t come out right.

Wise woman, my Grandma!

~kat
(52 Words)

For Sacha’s 52 Word Story Challenge, prompt word: Pie.


The Phone

photo by J. Hardy Carroll


Several times a day the old phone in the back corridor of the shopping mall rang, exactly 10 times. There were offices along the hallway; the back entrances to several shops, public restrooms, and an elevator. Once I saw someone crouched on the floor next to the booth, listening intently, the receiver pressed tightly to their ear. I laughed it off at the time as crazy. But I never stopped wondering about that old phone.

Then one day it rang and I raced over and lifted it to my ear.

“Hello?”

“Hi Kat!”

“Grandma?!” Grandma had died a year ago.

~kat
100 Words for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Friday Fictioneers based on the photo above by J. Hardy Carroll.


Upstairs Downstairs

photo by Mahdis Mousavi via Unsplash


ustairs and downstairs
getting nowhere very fast
with nowhere to go

~kat
A Haiku for Sonya’s Three Line Tale Challenge inspired by the photo above by Mahdis Mousavi via Unsplash.