Tag: flash fiction

Rootless

Born in Atlanta —
To a Swedish mother
And a Welsh father.

Started speaking when in Moscow,
Set little steps in Morroco.

Landed in an Irish high-school,
Passed an English junior-high.

Built an American corporate,
Lived with a Canadian model —

Married to a Mex dancer,
Fathered a confused offspring —
And died rootless — the nomad.

rootless

My response to this week’s Weekly Writing Challenge. I didn’t want to go with anything serious, and so I came up with this little poem-story of a nomad to add to my collection of Flash Fiction. Also it’s National Blog Posting Month – #Day27

Just One

No one was around to see him so what did it matter if he took just one? – Today’s Author

Crouching low, he picked a single blossom.
Clara loved flowers next to her hospital bed.

just one

Another prompt from Today’s Author. National Blog Posting Month – #Day22

Career Conflict

“Code is poetry,” reads confused marketeer.

A 6 word story for my collection of Flash Fiction. In case “Code is poetry” sounded familiar – it is, here.

National Blog Posting Month – #Day20

Reality Strikes

“Dad!”

He rushed to his childhood hero. Relief spread through him as he held his father’s firm shoulders under his palms.

“Thank goodness,” he wheezed. “Weird dream! We were in an accident.”

Raised eyebrows.

He gulped, “A truck ran us over.”

“That was no dream.”

Pinto

A mild horror story for my Flash Fiction collection. Also, National Blog Posting Month – #Day13

 

Play Terms

“That’s it — we’re done.”
“No, we’re not,” — Defiance, the only solace of the weak.
“Yes we are. I’m leaving and I’m taking her. Goodbye.” She turned to leave.
“No — wait. Please, give me another chance. Please?”
“You do this every day — I can’t take it anymore.” She folded her hands across her chest, waiting to hear the apology again.
“I won’t do it again!” — The hysterical plea. “I promise, don’t go.”
Heaving dramatically, she sternly added, “Alright. But if you pull out my doll’s hairs again, I’m taking her away, and we’ll never be friends again.”

Dialogues are fun; you hardly know where you’re going until you’ve read it whole. Just over a year ago, there was a Weekly Writing Challenge for dialogue. I liked the idea but couldn’t think of anything to write then — I suddenly remembered it and took it up for today.

National Blog Posting Month — #Day10