Do You Remember?

 

PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright – Adam Ickes

Do you remember that time when we sat in the sand and watched the sun fall beneath the waves?

How about that time we slept beneath the stars…until the June bugs nearly dive-bombed us to death?

Or when we went sledding down the dunes and had sand in our hair for days?

…I still have my scar from the accident…

And if that’s never enough to remind me of you…Well, I still have this goat mask you wore when we got kicked out of the zoo for public intoxication.

You said our love was infinite….timeless…

But now…

You’re gone.


It’s been quite a while, but I’ve finally returned to the fantastic Friday Fictioneers, a group of writers from all corners of the world who write 100-word flash fiction based on a weekly photo prompt (many thanks to the wonderful Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting and to Adam Ickes for this intriguing photo). I really appreciate you reading and hope you enjoyed my little *ficticious, of course* bit of nostalgia here. Please give the other fictioneers a read by clicking on the blue froggy link below!

Happy Wednesday to you,

Adelie

 

 

Up in Flames

 

PHOTO PROMPT Copyright -Mary Shipman

 

It’s a great fixer-upper…perfect for newlyweds,” the realtor chimed as I scribbled my signature.

With naivety and honeymoon smiles, my husband and I gazed at the crumbling castle that we vowed to make our kingdom.

Only two weeks later, I came home with paint and paste to find him drilling something other than the floorboards.

There comes a point when you can only repair something so much.

Despite his praying and pleading, I knew there was no way to restore this to its original beauty.

No more wasting time with tools.

 

With gasoline and a lighter, I make my final improvement.


 

I truly appreciate you taking the time to read my contribution to this week’s Friday Fictioneers, hosted by the magnificent Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. I’ll keep this short, because I’m sure you have better things to do than read my blabbering- like checking out some other stories from fellow fictioneers!

Eternally grateful for your love and support,

Adelie

On the Lam

 

PHOTO PROMPT Copyright-Ted Strutz

The bloody bandages reluctantly tug and tear, as Dr. Goldstein peels them from my skin.
Liberated from the mummy wrap, my pores drink in the musty office air.
He holds up a tarnished mirror, revealing a face whose only resemblance to mine are the wary green eyes.
“They won’t recognize you.” Beaming, he admires his handiwork before glancing out the window. “You’re going to miss the boat!”

I hustle down the stairs and to the dock.

Peering over my shoulder, I board the ferry.

Sedated by the blaring horn and salty breeze, I silently vanish from my family, the mafia.

 


 

Thank you so very much for giving my Friday Fictioneers story a read. Every week, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (“The Boss”) inspires her clan of highly imaginative fictioneers to sharpen their skills with 100 word flash fiction stories. You’re more than welcome to join the fun- our family is always looking for fresh meat. Please click on the link to see the handiwork of my fellow mobsters!

The Portal Between Pages

Copyright – Douglas M. MacIlroy

I open the wrinkled envelope.

Dear Author,

I just want to thank you for the life you’ve given me. Though I’m only twelve, I know I’ve seen more than most. You’ve been my tour guide, from the Egyptian tombs to Mt. Vesuvius, all from the comfort of my own bed.

You didn’t mind that I couldn’t walk with you, and you didn’t look at me with the same devastation that my family does, as my body deteriorates. You took me on your adventures anyway, and it was within your pages that I truly felt alive.

Sincerely,

Lucy

Attached to the letter is an obituary of a brown haired, bright eyed, and grinning young girl.


Thank you so much for reading my submission to this week’s Friday Fictioneers, hosted by the ever-inspiring Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. This piece is slightly over the 100 word goal, but only because of the opening and closing of the piece, which I felt were necessary for the context of this note. That’s my excuse, whether you like it or not!

I’ve rewritten this several times, and this is just the way it wanted to turn out. Whether it’s a direct product of the recent chaos in my life or not, I haven’t been much of myself lately, and my writing seems to have lost its spark as well. However, I have been blessed enough to have such dear friends who lift me up and give me the steam I need to keep going. I’m doing my best to spread the love around by sharing the message that the impact of our writing can be far greater than we ever imagine. So, if/when you’re ever staring at a blank page and wondering if there’s really a point to all of this, take a moment to remember how the words of other authors have enriched your life. Realize that even though you write for yourself, for your soul’s passion, your stories have the power to change the world, even if it’s the world of just one reader. For me, that’s a good enough reason to keep going.

Don’t forget to check out some more fabulous flash fiction!

 

Cutbacks

PHOTO PROMPT Copyright -Jennifer Pendergast

 

They destroy those who become obsolete,” Chandler says.

We’ve taken this same path home for the past twenty-nine years.

But they don’t understand how much I’ve sacrificed.”

Tears are boiling behind my eyes.

It comes down to numbers…That’s all.”

People used to mean more than numbers!”

They won’t change their minds…” Chandler sighs.

No, but they need to realize they’re not the only ones who hold power.”

In my pocket, I caress a serrated switchblade. Spinning on my heel, I head back toward the embassy.

Robert….What are you doing?”Chandler calls out, his voice saturated with fear.


Well, I’ve returned from the complete chaos for this week’s Friday Fictioneers. I’ve been gone from WordPress for roughly two weeks, and I felt hesitant to post again. Though, with all of your support and encouragement, I decided to dive back in. Thank you so much for reading and for the wonderful comments you’ve left me. Also, please forgive me as I take a while to get caught up on all the wonderful posts I’ve missed from you!

And don’t forget to read other fabulous flash fiction from fellow Friday Fictioneers!

 

 

 

Infected and Insatiable

Copyright-Sandra Crook

They said this day would come, but those neurotics were quickly disregarded by me and everyone else who believed these apocalypse threats were merely a marketing ploy for the entertainment industry.

These sirens have been screaming for weeks.

As the Americans gnawed themselves to death, all CDC specialists fled to the UK to collaborate with the world’s brightest. If anyone could cure contagious cannibalism, it was us.

My hunger for human flesh grows intolerable.

Scalding blood corrodes my veins, as I carve this chronicle in stone.

If humankind is ever to return, heed this warning:

Never resort to mass-producing your food.


I hope you enjoyed my post for this week’s Friday Fictioneers, hosted by the wonderful Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. A special thanks to Sandra Cook for the lovely photo prompt. I strongly suggest you read some other fabulous flash fiction from fellow fictioneers by clicking the link below! Thank you so much for your reading and support!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Once an Olympian, Always an Olympian

PHOTO PROMPT Copyright -B. W. Beacham

Every day, I push the same cart to and from the supermarket. Arthritis and senility poison me slowly, but I’m a champion.

In ’76, I was pushing a bobsled instead of this creaky contraption. We never stood a chance against those Germans, but that didn’t mar our memories.

Old Jamie and Joe (J-squared) passed years back. Now, Paul’s all I’ve got.

Teddy-boy,” his crackly voice bellows from behind. I turn to see him with two power chairs, painted fierce red, like our sled.

You’ve been a brakeman for too long. Time to be a driver!”

I shove that damn cart into the lake.

We’re going riding!

***Thank you SO much for reading my piece for this week’s Friday Fictioneers. Our wonderful leader, Rochelle, has made quite an art of weaving historical references within her stories. After reading them, I’m always entertained and feel a little smarter! I’ve finally found the courage to follow her lead. This week I challenged myself to learn something about a sport I knew nothing of and reference a specific event in history that wasn’t taught in school.This might not be my most creative work, but it was fun and educational. Please take a look at the other wonderful work of my fellow Fictioneers!

 

 

 

 

For You, I Wait

I remember that day, when they took you away, but you promised to always return,

You said, “Light this candle, bear what you can handle, I’ll be back before its last burn.”

Layers of soot cover every square foot of the walls that witnessed our passion,

The flame fell weaker, hopes dimmed bleaker, and memories of you turned ashen.

Unwilling to settle, I replaced its pedestal, and gave all suitors my refusal,

Wax bled to the floor, survived both World Wars, but we smolder to dust at your funeral.


I‘m so grateful that you took the time to read my piece for this week’s Friday Fictioneers, hosted by the radiant Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. With ninety-one words, I felt the best way to tell this story was through poetry. I truly hope you enjoyed my piece, as I warily crept beyond my comfort zone to write it. If you find the time, give the other fictioneers a good read. You’d be amazed at the variety of stories that branch from each prompt!

 

 

 

A Crescendo of Cries

Lindsey Stirling

My toes dig into the lush grass as I flee to the top of the hill, where I’m only inches from touching the clouds. Where I could climb through their cottony veil and escape into a world not infected with abuse.

If Only… I dream, as I open my tattered violin case and liberate myself in the only way I know. While my violin is meticulously maintained, my heart is desperate for tuning. These mountains are where I repair my strings as they tighten, tarnish, and threaten to break.

As my bow slides and caresses the strings, I twirl around, turning the trees and mountaintops around me into a mesmerizing blur. Drowning in the dizzying smudge of colors, I surrender to the melody that reverberates within my violin and my body. Though I trip and stumble, I recover with the fluidity of a crumbling ballerina. The sun shatters through the clouds, mending my skin and igniting my tempo. The tears and notes pour from me as they would the clouds above. Woven in the rhythm is the wonder of why I was even born if I’m such a burden.

Here, I don’t fear who’s listening. I crescendo without apologies and give the song inside me the rendition it deserves. No rules or restraints by key or meter. Below this mountain, my movements are precise…cautious. But within this span of solitude, where my only audience and critics are the trees, I dance with abandon as we cry together.

I feel the remaining measures of this sonata falling away from my fingertips. Even the composer can’t slay the demon of time as it strangles my music to death.

For I know if I don’t return home in a few minutes, there will be hands wrapped around my neck as well.


 

This was my contribution to this Week’s Writing Challenge. The prompt was to write flash fiction under 300 words. After recently adjusting my style to Friday Fictioneers standards (100 word limit), I was relieved to have some wiggle room.

This story was inspired by the absolutely-talented-beyond-words violinist Lindsey Stirling. I’ve been a longtime fan of hers, and I recently watched her music video “Shatter Me,” featuring Lzzy Hale, and it just captivated me. The emotions behind this piece she wrote stemmed from her struggle with her eating disorder, but for my story, I switched the pain to that stemming from physical abuse. If you haven’t heard any of Lindsey’s music, please take a listen. I highly doubt you’ll regret it. I’m always amazed by her talent, both in her music and dancing, and the energy and authenticity she brings to every piece. If you have a moment, please watch the video below to hear an emotionally raw piece. Warning, the song will probably be stuck in your head for the rest of the day, but that’s not such a bad thing! Thank you so much for reading!

Eternally Grateful,

Adelie