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March 31, 2017

A Tiny Interruption

By Kat Myrman

photo prompt by Jules Paige.


The gray, overcast skies matched his mood. John had a bad habit of staying in relationships long past their demise. She was waiting for him at the end of the pier. Their spot. John was beginning to regret that he didn’t suggest they meet at the cafe on the corner.

“Hey. Hope you haven’t been waiting long,” he lied. He was late, hoping she’d get mad and leave, allowing him to do this by text. No such luck.

Darla turned around when she heard his voice. She had been crying. “There you are,” she sniffled.

“I’m sorry I was late. Darla, we need to talk.”

“We do John. I’ve been sitting here wondering how I was going to tell you this. But you go first,” she looked at him through tear stained eyes.

“No. You go ahead.” Maybe she realized it too, John hoped. Then he wouldn’t have to be the bad guy.

Darla sighed, “I’m pregnant John. We’re going to have a baby.”

kat – 31 March 2017
(164 Words)

For Sunday Photo Fiction based on his photo prompt by Jules Paige.

 
 

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June 8, 2016

Survivor’s Reception

By Kat Myrman
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Photo by Al Forbes

Danielle gazed at the overgrown green mounds where she and her family had lived in until it was safe. She had vowed never to return, but relented when she heard that so many others would be at the reception.

Before that day no one would have believed that their sleepy little town mattered to international terrorists. Greenvale was a farming community. Most people worked simple jobs, shopped at the Piggly Wiggly and spent Friday evenings at the Dairy Queen after high school ballgames. They didn’t even have their own airport or bus station. To access these amenities they had to drive two hours to the city. And yet, they were ground zero for the first chemical attack on US soil.

Each surviving family had received official invitations with promises of funding for those who wished to rebuild and resettle in Greenvale. The old high school gym was full of chatter, laughter and memories of those that were lost. Danielle reconnected with several school chums and neighbors. When it was time for the program to begin, everyone was asked to take a seat.

As the room grew silent, several armed soldiers entered the building, bolting the doors from the inside.

kat ~ 8 June 2016
(198 Words)

A Story for Sunday’s Photo Fiction Challenge based on the photo by Al Forbes above.

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May 18, 2016

Fear of Falling

By Kat Myrman

156-05-may-15th-2016“Will you PLEASE get off the floor Sarah!?”

“I’m good. Really! How much longer?”

“We’re almost there. But you’re missing the view. If you could just slide up onto the seat…”

“Nope! I told you, I’m good. Take pictures.”

It was not going the way Nick envisioned it. The banner was coming into view on the hillside. Everyone could see it. Everyone, that is, but Sarah, whose fear of heights had sent her into a panic.

Frustrated, Nick took a photo on his phone, then dropped to the floor where Sarah sat with her arms wrapped around her knees.

He held the phone for her to see.

“Will you Marry Me, Sarah?” the banner said.

Sarah looked at the phone, at Nick, and then at the other passengers, whose faces were beaming with anticipation. When she looked back at Nick, he was holding a ring in his other hand.

She shook her head. “I hate you, you know! But yes…YES! I will marry you!” Everyone cheered!

Nick smiled, holding her close as he leaned in whispering, “I guess this means my idea to exchange our vows in a hot air balloon is a bust…”

kat  ~ 18 May 2016
(194 Words)

Flash Fiction for Sunday’s Photo Fiction Challenge prompted by the photo above. To read more click HERE.

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March 17, 2016

Touched by Lightning

By Kat Myrman
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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.

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February 16, 2016

Alien Oops

By Kat Myrman

(For the sake of the reader, the following account has been translated into English)

Photo Credit: Al Forbes

“Earth Fleet Andromeda…come in Ensign Gorp, we’ve received reports of a re-entry error.”

“Perhaps we should have delayed Ensign Gorp’s solo mission, Admiral. It’s critical that he corrects this error before the earth cows get eaten by African lions. We may already be too late!”

“Come in Gorp! This is Admiral Zing. Gorp?”

“Yes sir, Ensign Gorp sir, reporting.”

“Gorp, your mission was to return the African Rhinos to Africa and the cows to the farm on the American continent.”

“Yes sir! I recorded it in Andromeda’s flight log. Cows to Africa…oops!”

“Gorp it is imperative that you remedy this error immediately!

“Yes sir. I’m on it, sir!”

Gorp laser-lifted the Rhinos from the farm and zipped at light speed to Africa. With the rhinos returned, Gorp descended into hover mode.

As he approached a small village he spotted the cows. They were adorned with bells and flower garlands. Earthlings were dancing wildly around them. Gorp employed the atomic strobes, temporarily blinding the earthlings, and extracted the cows.

Back on the farm Joe Dudley was doing his morning walk-about when he saw them.

“Minnie,” he yelled back to the house, “you’re gonna want to see this.”

kat ~ 16 February 2016
(198 Words)

This recreation of a fictional event was penned in response to the photo prompt above by Al Forbes of Sunday Photo Fiction. Read other stories or enter your own by clicking HERE.

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