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.

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.

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.

 

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.

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.

Flash Fiction Friday

Every week Priceless Joy offers a flash fiction photo prompt at Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers where we are asked to write a story in 100-150 words. My story clocks in at exactly 150 words today.

Thank you to Louise at the Storyteller’s Abode for this week’s prompt!

She had been ecstatic, waiting for this day for seven months, but now as the train pulled away, she felt.

Could it possibly be that she had grown to love the miserable wretches her sister had birthed? She had never liked children, hence her happy solitude and spinster status. They were so loud, so obnoxious, grimy, and selfish, especially ones as young as her nephews who needed constant care.

Of course she agreed to care for them. Obnoxious or not, they were still her blood, and she was far enough from the warzone to keep them safe.

Despite all the daily screaming at the children and yearning for this day to come, the goodbyes made her heart heavy. Disgruntled at the appearance of tears, she turned away.

It was an awful feeling; this love she now realized. It was as if part of her was chugging away with that train…

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You can view other submissions for this prompt here.

Flash Fiction Friday

I really enjoyed in participating in Priceless Joy’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers last week, so I thought I’d give it a shot again this week!

The photo prompt for the week is:

Thanks to Sonya from the blog, Only 100 Words for this picture.

Royal Blue

That breathtaking blue is just like the shade I wore to my sister’s coronation those many years ago.

“I want my coronation dress to be that exact color!” I had commanded to my maiden. Poor woman. She was ever so patient with me and quite gracious.

All I had been worried about at the time was which of the gentry I’d be dancing with that night. None of them were aware of the secret wedding engagement that had been made a few months prior. All those bumbling buffoons crawled over each other obtain a dance with me, the beautiful youthful princess. Oh how much fun I had flirting and dancing the night away, loving their futile attentions. As the kingdom’s responsibility fell to my elder sister, such nights were my life…

“You!” Gretchen’s voice snaps me from my reverie. “Don’t make us regret saving yer life!”

She is right. I’m lucky to be alive since the coup. With a sigh, I return to dumping the slop into the pig’s trough.

I clocked in at 170 words for this week’s prompt. Thanks so much for stopping by and reading my work. To see others’ pieces, click here. Feel free to add your own story to the list. It’s so much fun to let the creative juices flow! 🙂

My First 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. I thought I’d give this week’s a try!

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This picture was provided by Louise at the Storyteller’s Abode.

This place is so beautiful, she thought bitterly, tears threatening her eyes.

They said if she helped on last time they’d never call her again. With a grimace, she pulled the devices from her pocket. Robert will not have died in vain.

The first crevice was easy enough to find, and she placed the device in its new home. The second boulder proved more difficult, and it was when she finally found the second crevice, that she heard the click of the safety’s release.

She had let her guard down. Knowing the capability of the thing she held in her hands, she realized she could either finish or escape with her life. Her brother would want her to live on, but she didn’t want his sacrifice to be for naught.

But was this mission worth both their lives?

Breathing his name under her breath, she made her decision.

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My word count came out to 147 for this prompt. I hope you enjoyed it!

You can see others’ submissions here.