Tag Archives: Flash Fiction

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.


Late

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Photo Credit: A Mixed Bag 2011

I was late! It wasn’t entirely my fault. First there was the phone call from Mom. She goes on and on…And then, there was the puppy. He had to pee. And poop, and you know how long that can take. Mortimer likes to peruse the yard…circle here and there….”c’mon Mortie! I gotta go!”

Once I finally got on the road, I hit every red light. “What next?!”

“Oh no, you’ve got to be kidding me! Maybe I’m not meant to get to that interview!” There crossing the road was a momma duck and her brood of ducklings!

I was only five minutes away and I could see flashing lights in the distance. Clearly there had been a serious accident. The traffic was backed up for over a mile.

Suddenly it occurred to me, if I had been on time I might have been right in the middle of that pile-up. At that moment, I counted my blessings…my long-winded chattering Mom, Mortimer, those cute ducklings and even every annoying red light. And I said a prayer for those travelers who were not so fortunate. Sometimes being late isn’t the worst thing that can happen.

kat ~ 31 January 2016
(199 Words)

A story inspired by the photo above by Al Forbes of Sunday Photo Fiction. If you would like to read other stories or enter your own story, click HERE.


Sand Castle

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Photo Credit: © ceayr

Behind the iron gate she stands
Chateau de Sable, on the shore
memory infused walls of clay
whispering dreamy tales of yore.

Though the gales whip and bluster
Behind the iron gate she stands
Harboring the earthbound specters
who haunt her corridors of sand.

Those who venture for a gander
novice paranormal seekers
behind the iron gate she stands
to delight these wide-eyed peepers.

Spectacled eternal prison
enlightened pilgrims understand
Chateau de Sable holds no light
behind the iron gate she stands.

kat ~ 30 January 2016
(83 Words/Genre: Poetry-Quatern)

Something a little different for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Friday Fictioneer challenge…a little ghostly tale a la quatern. To read other stories, click HERE.


Even the Sparrows


It’s an odd place to grow sunflowers. Actually, no one really knows how they survive there, with barely a spot of earth to sustain them. But every summer they appear, a hint of green sprouts that soon spread skyward covering the retaining wall.

The birds delight in the sweet seeds, happily fluttering and chattering while nibbling.

People nicknamed this special spot along the greenway Sparrow Way. Some say it reminds them of the bible story that tells how God even provides for the sparrows, so tiny, yet worthy of tender care.

I like to visit this place when I’m facing some impossible situation. And to think. If there is a God somewhere who cares about tiny sparrows, surely there is hope for me.

Wishing you sunflowers!

kat ~ 28 January 2016
(125 Words / Inspirational Fiction)

A little inspiration this week for my friend PJ who hosts this weekly challenge. It’s called Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writer. Read other stories HERE. 😊


By Heart

 

PHOTO PROMPT © Jan W. Fields

 
Eleanor would miss the wooden floors that moaned under her steps and the warm smells that filled the kitchen, wafting to the chamber room hallways through the dumbwaiter shaft.

She scanned the room, eyes stinging as she held back salty tears.

The spinet was all that remained. It would stay. The new owners had fallen in love with it, offering a fetching sum in addition to paying the asking price. Besides, it was too bulky to move.

“One more song for the road?” Her fingers knew every note by heart. She closed her eyes and imagined him listening.

kat ~ 27 January 2016
(98 Words)

A bit late for the challenge but this photo byJan W. Fields spoke a story to me. There is a new photo and stories waiting to be told this week. Thank you to Rochelle Wiseoff-Fields for each week’s Friday Fictioneer Story Prompt inspiration. You can read other stories HERE.