Tag Archives: FFFC

Opportunity [flash 127]

Skeleton horror haunted spooky castle

I don’t know what possessed me to visit that particular castle on the gloomiest day of the year, but I’d been out of work for a month and needed a distraction. Lo and behold, there was a notice on the door they had desperate need of an assistant. With my unrelated background in floral arranging, I expected my application to be rebuffed.

But the owner hired me on the spot and I was extremely grateful. Room and board were included, so I packed up my meager belongings and returned that night to begin work immediately.

My new employer asked if I had anyone to list in case of emergency. No, I said, I’m all alone in the world.

“Excellent.” She smiled and locked the door behind me.

~*~

Written for Fandango’s FF Challenge 107.

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Illusion

He began to sweat despite the chill,

As he trudged for miles, exhausted, uphill.

The hours began to blur and fade

Until he spied a shimmering lake

With a glassy surface clear and blue

Hosting blooms of every hue.

Smiling, he sat against a tree,

Dozing off eventually.

Dusk fell along with snow,

Yet still he stayed, inert, alone.

~*~

Written for Sadje’s What Do You See? and Fandango’s Flash Fiction 105.

Water lilies by Richard Kesperowski at Unsplash.

Winter woods by aw-landscapes at DeviantArt.

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The Dancing Girl [flash 100]

Old man with flowers and guitar

The old man hobbles along the path, clutching his guitar and a bouquet of red roses. He is coming to visit her grave again.

The flowers are for her favorite color and the music is for her love of dancing. Once, he showed me a photo of her holding their grandchild, and her wrinkled face glowed with joy. I know he doesn’t see her as old though—he sees a dancing girl in a red dress skipping through the mists of time.

He places the flowers on her stone and begins to play “Spanish Harlem.”

Now, I see her too.

Girl in red dress

~*~

Written for Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge 100.

Written for Sadje’s What Do You See 64.

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Looking Back [flash 185]

Holiday decorations

As he catches the faint jingle of Christmas music, his mind drifts to thoughts of what he’s missing. He remembers the festive decorations welcoming all to a warm and lively home. Family, friends, fun, food… the last time celebrating an auspicious occasion: he’d been promoted to a manager role and was relocating.

The real estate broker assured him that the condos were just like a real house. Their description included key words such as sunny and inviting and cozy. Cozy would be the most apt, he thinks as he nukes a frozen dinner in his tiny kitchen, resigned to spending the holiday alone. No point in going out and trying to make new friends on Christmas Eve when everyone is wearing a mask.

He walks to the window and gazes into darkness. A lonely strand of holiday lights twinkles around the palm tree in front. He has the notion to stroll outdoors and check the other windows to remind himself that he isn’t the only person on the planet. Out of habit, he goes to grab a coat, but then realizes he doesn’t need one.

Apartment windows

~*~

Written for Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge 96 and Lynn’s Tuesday Picture Prompt 27.

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Universe [flash 124]

Planet balloons

I thought she was my whole world, but I was wrong. She was my universe, and when she left, she took it all with her. Stars, planets, moons, rainbows… they’ve disappeared. I watched her depart with everything as if it meant nothing. She held it all as lightly as balloons on a string, with her blue summer dress floating around her pale skin like a cloud. I sit in the dark now, cloaked with the heaviness of loss, and people come and go with endless casseroles. I don’t speak for fear of blurting out my secret; it grows relentlessly larger and will soon consume me. On that day I shall emerge from this cave and join her, and we will share the universe again.

~*~

Written for Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge 92.

Image credit Jordan_Singh at Pixabay.com.

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A Date To Remember

Written for Fandango’s FFC 89

“Then I contacted the happiness engineers! And they solved the problem!” Lynsey began laughing.

Bryan guffawed. “That’s hilarious, sweetie! We need to remember this date and celebrate every year. The day your blog was saved.”

“Oh, for sure,” Lynsey agreed. “I’m putting it in my phone calendar right now. November eighth, two thousand sixteen.”

Bryan frowned. “November eighth, hmm. I vaguely recall we were supposed to do some important thing today.”

“More important than checking out the dessert menu?” Lynsey said. “Look, they have cannolis!”

“Yum!” Bryan said. “Want to share? You get the cannoli and I’ll order the tiramisu.”

Lynsey nodded and closed the menu. “Good plan, honey.”

“I know!” Bryan snapped his fingers. “We’re supposed to go vote today.”

“Oh yeah. But it’s kind of late. The polls are probably closed now.” Lynsey shrugged.

“Right.” Bryan stirred his coffee. “Plus what difference would two more votes make anyway?”

“Very true.” Lynsey gave their order to the waiter.

“We know who’s gonna win.” Bryan grinned. “Woohoo, our first female president!”

~*~

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Misty Reminiscing [flash 123]

It was a night like this, when the mist rolled in so thick you couldn’t even see a fist right in front of your face. Everything was grey as the grave. All my plans fizzled as drizzle began and I saw the flash of silver in your hand. I knew you meant to say goodbye where no one could hear me cry and you could disappear without a trace. Though I accepted my fate, I didn’t mean to slip on the slick stones and push you into the river. It still gives me the shivers all these years later when I visit this place. Darling, I miss you every day, but it seems you got your wish after all, in a roundabout way.

~*~

Written for Fandango’s Flash Fiction 82.

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Image credited to Google Hub Photo Frame

Vision

Down the empty roads he walked,

His mind a mass of mournful thoughts.

His footfalls echoed like a dirge,

As the stink of rot soaked the earth.

Endless miles loomed ahead,

Each one darker than the next;

What was the point of going on,

When all his dreams had turned to stone?

But then he saw her, wild and free,

Dancing in the misty breeze;

Her laughter caused the stars to shine,

Her joy abundant in the night.

The air smelled of sweet perfume;

Oppressive fog now sparkling jewels.

Whether true or apparition,

She displaced his doleful vision.

~*~

Written for Fandango’s Flash Fiction 80 and Sadje’s What Do You See 44.

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Images credited to Alex Fu at Pexels and Joel Valve at Unsplash

My First Love [fiction 350]

Bulletin board with colorful notes

I may have had some wine, perhaps a cordial or three, at the neighborhood block party. As a very religious boy, I was raised without the taste of alcohol (aka “devil’s juice”) in my parents’ home, and I was not used to the effects. In my hazy state of mind, it occurred to me I needed to do my laundry, since I was leaving early tomorrow for orientation week at the university. After lugging my clothes bag across the street to the laundromat, I noticed a new bulletin board with colorful notes, advertising things for sale.

Available immediately ~ ancient model, purrs like a kitten, still in great shape, low mileage, minimal wear and tear. Call for details.

I needed a new car something fierce. If I could grab this one tonight, perhaps I wouldn’t have to carpool with the other students. They would smoke, which I hated. I called the number. A woman answered.

“Hello,” I said. “I would like to hear more details about what you have for sale. Is it really as great as you describe on the ad at the laundromat.”

“Even better,” she answered in a strange husky tone. “Why don’t you come over right now and I’ll show you?”

She gave me the address and I walked over. It was only a few blocks. When she opened the door, she was wearing a filmy robe and I tried not to look below the neck. I didn’t want to make her feel uncomfortable.

“Aren’t you adorable?” she said. “Come on in.”

I went inside and she closed the door. “Where’s the car?” I asked her.

“You’re looking at it,” she said and dropped the robe.

Needless to say, I didn’t make it to the school the next day. Luckily, though, my laundry was intact. I brought it back to her place and stayed for three years. She was stunning and taught me about the ways of the world. I will always be grateful to my first love. And someday, I’ll get my degree and be more than an assistant manager in a donut shop.

~*~

Written for Sadje’s What Do You See?

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Image credit ~ Kyle Glenn, Unsplash

Lost Love

When I dream about you,

Everything is blue;

The walls turn to ice,

Dripping tears down the stairs.

I walk the frozen hallways,

My breath a cloud of pain,

But I keep trudging on–

I thought I heard my name.

~*~

Written for Fandango’s Dog Days 4 and Flash Fiction Challenge 77.

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Image credit ~ Google Hub Photo Frame