She’s Coming

Every week, Priceless Joy over at Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers provides a photo prompt for participants to write a 100-150 word piece based on the photo. My submission for this week’s prompt comes in a little over at 169 words.

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Thanks to Yinglan for this week’s prompt!

 

It was his daily mantra. His optimistic hope never wavering.

This is the day. I can feel it.
This is day we will leave. This is the day we will go Home.
It’s been three years since our new Human started taking care of us. I know she loves us as do her younglings, our joy, but our loyalty belongs to our first Human. Today is the day she will return for us.
I can smell it in the air. Today we will finally be reunited. She will come.

Cynthia paused, caught in emotion. She wondered what Bailey was thinking peering from behind the fence. She couldn’t help but think his expectant and hopeful look was not for her but for Desiree. Exactly three years today, that fire had changed everything.
Despite her sorrow, Cynthia had poured so much love into these dogs.

After all, they were her last connection to her dead sister.

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Six Word Stories: Superfluous

This was my entry for last week’s Six Word Story Contest by Sometimes Stellar Storyteller.

The prompt was superfluous which means unnecessary, especially through being more than enough (I had to look it up so just in case!)

 

And my submission was: Profuse apologies— spoken at his funeral.

Six Word Stories: Anticipation

This is my entry for Sometimes Stellar Storyteller’s Six Word Story Challenge. The prompt was “Anticipation.”

 

She reread his last text everyday.

Flash Fiction!

Every week, Priceless Joy over at Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers provides a photo prompt for participants to write a 100-150 word piece based on the photo. My submission for this week’s prompt comes in at 117 words.

 

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Photo prompt provided by Pixabay.

 

He could envision it, burning in solitude.
His prized possession. The one object he placed above anything, the object he loved more than anything or anyone. It represented his dreams and aspirations and so much more. It was him and he was it. Losing it—especially like this…

Tracy gazed through her tears at her husband prostrate in agony on the ground.
She knew.
It was not the house he cried for as she did.
It was not the five years of memories and things they had stored up in there that caused these rare tears to fall from his eyes. It was that thing. That thing he loved more than her.

It was his stupid guitar.

 

 

FFfAW: A Special Signal

Every week, Priceless Joy over at Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers provides a photo prompt for participants to write a 100-150 word piece based on the photo. My submission for this week’s prompt comes in a little over at 162 words.

 

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Thanks to Sonya at Only 100 Words for this week’s photo prompt.

I glance down at the photograph, just to double check. This is it. This is where we will set up.
It’s a funny looking water tower, isn’t it? But that’s why it’s perfect. Nobody will be bothering this secluded area anytime soon.

Carl estimated that we’d need the signal to run for at least twenty years. He’s so sure this will contact them. I hope he’s right. We’ve put so much time into this project.

Receiving a response is what will truly define our idea of success. But twenty years to reach them…then how many more till they reach us? Perhaps my daughter will be the one to make first contact. I hear her giggle behind me. The team was hesitant to let my toddler join us, but if this is going to be a big part of her life, I want her here from the start.

Who knows? Maybe when extra-terrestrials visit Earth, Maya will be the one to greet them.

Flash Fiction: The Bicycle

Every week, Priceless Joy over at Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers provides a photo prompt for participants to write a 100-150 word piece based on the photo. My submission for this week’s prompt comes in at exactly 150 words.

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This week’s photo is from pixabay.com

To be honest, she was surprised no-one had stolen it yet.

It’d been a week.
They told her what had happened.
She refused to accept it.

As long as the bicycle leaned against his wall, there was a chance he’d step down those stairs and ride it over to her house, like he did every Tuesday and Thursday. He’d bring a daisy, stolen from Mrs. Bernman’s front yard, but when he’d give it to her, it’d feel like he’d bought her a bouquet of red roses. They’d talk over the dinner that one of them made. Life was looking up; there was potential in their future. Her work was going well. His job was coming through. Then they’d talk about staying together. The love in their hearts so strong it ignored the pains of their situations. They would never leave one another.

His bicycle was still there. He wasn’t dead.

Short Story Sunday: The Gift

Now I know that I will not be posting a short story every Sunday, but hey it sounds cool in the title. This is a little something I wrote a little under two years ago. In the spirit of the upcoming holidays (and *cough*the fact that I haven’t been posting much of late *cough*), I thought I’d share it with all of you. Enjoy!




 

The Gift

 “Here,” he whispered, softly placing the box in her palm.

She looked at him through her teary eyes, “But…”

“Shhh…” he said placing a finger to her lips. “I don’t want to make this any harder.” Gently he wiped her tears and tousled her hair, longing and a hint of regret in his eyes. Finally, he pressed his lips against hers, softly, gently. He looked downwards as he turned away.

She watched him sadly as he walked off. This was the last time she would ever see him. She clenched the box in her hand, crinkling the wrapping paper as waves of emotions flowed over her. Sadness, loneliness, despair, and anger. It wasn’t fair! No, life was never fair, was it? She let the tears flow freely, now that he could no longer see her.

Days later, she would finally find the courage to open the box. The object inside — his final gift to her — she would cherish forever.

Six Word Stories: Help!

This week’s prompt for Ben’s Six Word Story is help!

My submission is:

No charger; phone at six percent.

iPhone-Low-Battery

Six Word Stories: Betrayal

Ben at A Hopelessly Wandering Mind has offered a new prompt for this week’s Six Word Story. The prompt is betrayal.

My submission is:

One sultry smile changed his heart. 

Thanks to clipartqueen for this image.
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Six Word Stories: Delay

Benedict Nicholson over at A Hopelessly Wandering Mind has offered another prompt for a six word story.

This week’s prompt is delay.

His alarm had failed him — again.