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.

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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.
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!



This picture was provided by Louise at the Storyteller's abode.
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.



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

You can see others’ submissions here.