Ice cold memories #flashfiction #poetry

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This grey dismal scene

flickered thoughts

embossed  my mind

long forgotten memories

path of my past

icicles dripped dark lies

“failure, fool, worthless”

mud sucked boots

clothes would never dry

and the sky, the sky

spoke the words

“there is no sun

it’s been removed”

only darkness looms

etching finality on your tomb”

no places to dream

those were taken away too

go ahead and scream, and scream

no one will hear you

here I stood

holding my hand

the one that couldn’t remember

tried so hard to forget

 we stood together

at the past’s path again

Drip – L. Moon 2013

Here’s to a New Year for Friday Fictioneers. Enjoy the work submitted by fantastic writers and poets.

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Keep Your Head #flashfiction #nablopomo

Just past the doors, there was something going on. There were deliveries of crates day and night.

One delivery guy got lost and walked into a  room full of male statues.

“I guess it’s gonna be a museum.” He scratched his head.

“Put him up over the lintel of the front door,” she smiled lustfully at the handsome face of Hermes.

“His head seems to hold up the building,” one passerby remarked.

He wanted to write home to Pericles, “Be careful, my young friend, never to piss off a Roman goddess. They need one of us to lead Athens.”

*****

Pericles and Hermes shared two things: they were both Greek and they were both orators. Neither seemed able to keep their head…

This week’s prompt takes a classical bent Rochelle the curator at Friday Fictioneers.

Photography courtesy of: Al Forbes and Ancient History.about .com

Ghost Koi #Flashfiction #amwriting

*plunk” another pebble fell from my hand.

She’s gone. slipped right through my fingers like the stone.

I remember when she told me, “Honey, I’m a ghost. We have to find my killer before I  lose my potency.”

“Ghosts have potency levels?”

(The little things I didn’t know about my wife.)

“He killed you for your family’s BBQ recipe?”

” Best in the west” she grinned as she quoted the label.

I fell in love all over again, chasing down her killer.

They found him in a vat of the family recipe.

*

Now I hold her memory and aimlessly watch ghost  koi.

***

Today’s Friday Fictioneer’s photo prompt is the photograph of the Koi taken by Douglas Macilroy.

Shopping C’ Art #flashfiction #amwriting

“It’s fine art!”

She proudly waved her hand at her creation

This once little known artist had gotten a grant to turn a two-mile long canal into a gallery.

Where there had been reeds and lily pads there were one hundred shopping carts.

“It’s brilliant!”

He smiled to the tour group he was leading.

“This artist has portrayed what life  was like for the middle class in the 21st century. Four-person families lived out of one shopping cart. We kept the shopping cart belonging to my grandparents.”

“It’s sad!”

A young boy cried out. Who will feed the ducks???

This weeks watery prompt for Friday Fictioneers is inspired by Janet Webb. Our hostess Rochelle deserves the honor of a set of waders this week.

Here is the link to the more “political” post that this photograph inspired.

The Bloodied Thorn #flashfiction #shakespeare #amwriting

I stand on the stage where I had given my life’s blood

I love the stage

the  drama that swirls center stage, in the wings and in the musty corners

my final role was Desdemona

That last night was my finest performance

“That death’s unnatural that kills for loving…”

If memory serves me well, Othello had been out of character that closing night

No ministrations could  calm

When they removed Desdemona’s body, they were unable to revive me

“She severed her own bloom,” he calmly stated

Tonight “my love” I meet you upon life’s stage

I pass on  bloodied thorn …

The photo prompt is shared by Sandra Crook (L’Amphitheatre des Trois Gauls, Lyon, France.) and opens the curtains for another week of Friday Fictioneers directed by Rochelle Wisoff Fields

Just for point of reference in the drama: “When they removed Desdemona’s body they were unable to revive me”  “me” refers to the actress playing the part of Desdemona. Thus Desdemona and the actress died tragically that night at the hand of Othello.

The Possibilities with Time Travel #flashfiction #amwriting

“And there you are” my tour guide said as we stood on a field, in who knows where, facing three doors.

“Really,That’s It?

We only travelled to Paris during the French Revolution where I almost lost my head. (my eyes narrowed)

Stalingrad during the siege of  42 – 43.  I got frost bite (gritting teeth)

Kilimanjaro  was a cheat because we didn’t start at the base. (throws up arms)

What about the blue door?

Intergalactic? No oxygen? A minor technicality. No gravity? We’ll bring the door.  No Starbucks? What kind of second-rate travel agency do you work for anyway????”

And here we are at the beginning of this week’s travel in 100 words through Flash Fiction with our guide Rochelle Wisoff- Fields. Enjoy the journey!

Look what you can get at the thrift store! #flashfiction

“Hello, Hello in there?

My friend Eddie said he got a new head of hair here.

I can live without hair, I have a hat. The thing is well things haven’t  been working that well since Maude died.

Sure they have implants and pills, but what you offer is kinda like a second-hand version of the fountain of youth.

I can pay the price.

I know the drill: Dance with the pretty girl, light the candles, ring the bell, take a swig of this 100 year old stuff…  Uggh

Just so you know I checked the calendar – it’s not April 1st!”

****

Today the Fictioneers are going on a romp to a thrift store led by Rochelle. I’m sure we will find all sorts of goodies.

Timber… #flashfiction #amwriting

It had been unseasonably wet in the state where it “never rains.”

We had run out of chips so I did a “quick run” to the store.  I felt a rumble, threw the car into park and jumped out.  Instinctively I knew that I had to get out from under trees and power lines. “Earthquake” I screamed at some  joggers. I stood watching the massive oak upended.

***

The landscaper had a smirk on his face. For years he had reported that the celebrated, oldest oak needed to be cut down. The celebration was over; the paying of bills in full swing…

Theme of this post: Fictionalized non-fiction

Rochelle has us in the trees this week at Friday Fictioneers. Check out the other stories here.

The scalpel is a symbol of constructive criticism – cut away

Just a little harmless research #flashfiction

“What has happened?” I asked my staff of bio-engineering scientists.

“Well sir…”

“Something spilled…”

“Got out of its jar…”

“It seems perfectly harmless…”

What I could ascertain from the words that they dared not say was that the research we were doing to propagate larger and healthier plants had worked. So well, in fact, that when a bee got loose and sucked up what spilled from a beaker we had a bee the size of a house.

“Now what do we do with a monstrous bee?”

I eyed the beaker. The scientist in me considered the possibilities.

This week’s rather large photo prompt was submitted by Jennifer Pendergast. Rochelle is the fearless hostess at Friday Fictioneers where stories are the 100 word variety.

The First Step #flashfiction

Maui from Mauna Kea by Douglas M. MacIlroy

Across the seas I heard a call

I’d waited so long to hear

“Come follow me”

I climbed to the top of the world

“Follow me” I heard more clearly

there it was a pathway

billowy like new snow

rimmed in gold flecked blue

“the first step is the most challenging”

I heard a whisper on the winds

I had dreams each night of being together

now that the time had come  I was afraid

“you must believe there is a firm path”

Closing  my eyes, I reached my arms before me knowing the first step would hold the answers…

~Take a step into the clouds and check out all the wonderful fiction posted each week in response to Rochelle’s prompt at Friday Fictioneers