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Lame

The briefcase and half empty glass of juice meant only one thing.
Julia tapped her papers against the glass table.
“Why do you always do this?” Robin dragged his fork through the syrup running over his pancakes.
“Why do I always do what?” 
“This.” Robin pointed at her briefcase with his dripping fork. 
“Go to work?”
“It’s lame. When I grow up I’m gonna be a dancer.”
Julia leaned down to the boy’s level where his blue eyes pierced her own.
“That sounds wonderful. I know you’ll do that but until then …” 
Julia lifted his backpack and ballet slippers.

PHOTO PROMPT © Fatima Fakier Deria

Word Count: 100
For the always wonderful
Friday Fictioneers

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Countdown

“I leave my playstation … To no one. There won’t be anyone left.”
The world played on normally outside his window.
“I wish I’d told them.”
He waited. The countdown ticked away to 0. 
Then … nothing.
“Mark! What the hell. I told you to get ready an hour ago! Come on, we’ll be late.”

Word Count: 280 characters/55 words
For Twittering Tales which I haven’t done in a while.

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Pin Cushions Look Like Tomatoes

“That things a voodoo doll.”
Lori kneeled down beside her sister. 
“It is not.”
The duo peered into the room where Ms. Mack snored with her mouth agape towards the ceiling.
“Of course it is. Why do you think your stomach always hurts when we’re here?” Lori tapped the side of Jules head. “Think about it.”
“It’s a pin cushion you meathead.”
“No, a pin cushion looks like a tomato.” Lori nodded towards the coffee table where Ms. Mack’s sewing supplies spread over the edges and onto the floor. “Hers has little people on it. All the kids she watches.”

PHOTO PROMPT © Jean L. Hays

Word Count: 100
For
Friday Fictioneers

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Possession

I imagine the breeze rustling the trinkets dangling above me. I even hear them in some distant space, clanking against each other ruefully. I can see them battling for space, a place to occupy my mind. 

I remember watching TV. Knights clashed their swords together for the attention of some distant maiden. Sunlight carves stark lines across my single mattress like the scales of a dragon’s belly.

I’m careful with this one possession. I lay still but not for long out of fear my waif body will destroy it.

I sink into the lines, willing the beast to devour me.

PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

Word Count: 100
For
Friday Fictioneers

Posted in flash fiction

A Moment

I press my back into the brick. Vibrations pulse through it, controlling my heartbeat.

What am I doing here? And how do I explain?

The beat tapers but I’m racked with questions. I don’t notice the steady thumps gone silent or the crowd dispersing into the night.

I have to decide. Blind faith carried me this far, my feet can stumble a few more steps.

Scared but resolved, I fling myself from the wall. But I’m halted as I come face to face with my anxiety. 

Then I see your eyes. The world stills if only for a second.

For the flash fiction challenge at Carrot Ranch
Word:
Interlude

Posted in flash fiction, Word Prompt

Chairs

Photo from Pixabay

“I asked you to get the chairs out.” Lila knew that Charles would use every opportunity to exasperate her, especially when it came to her family.

“I did.” His lips curved into a smirk, only infuriating her more.

“How exactly do you expect anyone to sit in them?” She spit the words towards him like sharpened knives. Charles tapped his chin as he examined his chair placement.

“You didn’t specify what the chairs were to be used for. You just said get them out.” He gestured grandly. “They’re out … your highness.” The last words stung with a venom only her husband could perfect.

“You’re ridiculous.” Sharp pain shot through Lila’s palms where her nails were threatening to break skin. “This is ridiculous!”

“It is, isn’t it? I suppose that’s what you get.” 

The force of her slap sent him reeling to the side. He half expected his fingers to come away from the stinging imprint with a coating of fresh blood.

“You bitch! You want chairs! Here!” Charles channeled the rage spiraling through him as he shook the metal pergola. The polls swayed violently, shaking the chairs loose. All at once they came crashing down to the pavement.

Word Count: 199
For
Sunday Photo Fiction and RDP word of the day: Talk

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Repeat

Life can twist our minds and rip dreams away
But in some moments we find
The greatest gift is perhaps not physical
But a moment in time
When we no longer have to be held to the reality of who others believe we are.
That moment wrapped in a lovers arms, the true idea of home dancing through every sensation.
Or a moment alone with nothing more than a breath and a soft whisper for patience.
Libations given in sacrifice of every moment thereafter.
When we come under fire we close our eyes willing ourselves to aim higher.
Repeat.

For the flash fiction challenge at Carrot Ranch
Word Count: 99
Theme: The greatest gift

Posted in flash fiction, friday fictioneers, Word Prompt

In The Name of Control

It is an act of happenstance that humans age. We were supposed to be the all supreme, controllers of our environment and all that means.

At least, that’s what this book says. Personally, I’ve never felt one bit in control of this life. Try telling your military commanders or your knuckleheaded children to just go with the flow. They laugh in your face and tell you to put your glasses back on so you can see reality. 

They’ll see one day. All these lies in the name of control will fall away. Someone will need glasses, it won’t be me.

PHOTO PROMPT © CEAyr

Word Count: 100
For Friday Fictioneers AND the RDP word of the day: happenstance
2 for 1!
And Friday Fictioneers on Weds!

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Carrots

Sweat ran down Rodney’s arm, wetting the dry dirt surrounding him.
“Carrots.”
Rodney had hated carrots ever since his mother forced them down his throat when he was 3. It was his earliest, clearest memory.
After all of the planning, the pay-offs, the near mess up the night of … his partner hid the loot in a field.
“Of carrots.”
Par for the course, his partner didn’t remember exactly where. ‘It must have gotten tilled up when they planted.’
He shuffled dirt around and tossed carrot after carrot into his pile until finally a dusty glimmer caught his eye.

Word Count: 99
For the flash fiction challenge at
Carrot Ranch.
Idea: True Grit

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False Horizons

Our community is small and tight knit, everybody knows everything.

It would be utopia except none of it is real. 

The day I became aware of it I was too small to understand. The Sun blinked, serving up a wink to the community below. Except I was the only one who seemed to notice. I stored the memory away until we learned in school how truly large and permanent the Sun is. 

I thrust my hand into the air, “But the Sun isn’t always steady, right? It can flicker.” Mrs. Goodman stared at me in silence. Then she laughed, almost robotically, while my classmates joined in. 

“Oh, what an imagination you have Hana.” 

A few weeks later I was lectured about never staring at the Sun. 

When I decided to run away I didn’t believe I would get far. I only wanted a taste of the world outside.

I slipped from my bedroom window in the middle of the night and pointed myself east. It was the next evening before the search parties caught up with me but by then I had noticed the way the horizon was unending. It always seemed to be two steps ahead of me. A vast expanse of nothingness to swallow any images I held of a great unknown. 

As I got closer something loomed but not the horizon I believed I would find. 

A wall, smooth and towering stretched far into the sky and back towards the community. It surrounded me, us … It surrounded everything.

I reached out to place my hand against it, to feel the deception we lived our lives under. As my fingers pressed against it the horizon faded away revealing a landscape haunted by a grey-green fog. Trees, nothing but spindles, were silhouetted against dark skies. 

I didn’t realize the longer I held my fingers on the wall the image continued fading all around me, stretching back towards the search parties and the community. An orb glowered in red beyond the thick gray-green fog. Could it be the Sun?

Suddenly I was off my feet. A man in police gear landed on top of me. Instantly the wall returned to its false horizon. 

“What are you doing?” He seethed. His eyes were grey-green, just like the fog and cloaked by red-brown curls. “You can’t just let the dream fade away like that.”

That’s the last thing I remember before waking up in my bed. The sky, lit by tiny pin pricks of light, glows a deep purple outside my windows. 

I feel my father’s hand on mine before I truly see him. 

“It’s ok Hana, you were just having a bad dream.”

Something I’m brewing, feedback welcome.