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
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
“It has that old world charm.” “It smells like death.” Anise inhaled the bitter air. Remains of buildings, and their citizens, dusted the ground in an ashen snow storm. In the distance an alarm still blared, signaling catastrophe. Something sweet and savory mingled with the distinct smell of smoldering wood. “Do you smell that?” “Delicious.” The sweet smell pulled Clove and Anise forward. In the center of the destruction a small bakery’s ovens hummed away. An old woman pointed her cane at the creatures. “You. Are you responsible for this? Have a cinnamon roll, I fucking hated this place.”
Word Count: 99 For the flash fiction challenge at Carrot Ranch
The observatory was dark, giving way to a stunning array of constellations above. These quiet moments with Danny were Maeve’s favorite. Too often she found herself pushed to the side for women giggling like school girls.
She always tried to be nice but sometimes, like during their long awaited reunion dates, she found it hard to be accommodating.
“I love you.” Danny pulled her closer. “Hey, I wanna ask you something.” “Of course.” Butterflies settled in her stomach. Was this it? “I wanted to ask …”
A shrill scream cut through the dark.. “Oh my gaawwddd! It is you!”
Word Count: 99 (per the rules) Phrase/Word/Idea: A Rock Star A little late entry for the Carrot Ranch flash fiction challenge.