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

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Drip – L. Moon 2013

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

The Ancient Alley’s Story #flashfiction #poetry #amwriting

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Aged marks the alley

A way traversed by man

many feet have covered

more years than that  have spanned

Aged marks a history

where crimes in stealth occurred

running for a hidden place

but they had been observed

Aged marks a story

the stones that cannot speak

holding back the knowledge

not told on any street

Aged yes and crafty

we carry many scars

were you to know the secrets

you’d gasp and be alarmed

Seek not for the answers

we whisper in our drink

this alley holds much darkness

they’re coming

for you

we think

*

Thanks to Rochelle and Friday Fictioneers  for another week, another great prompt, and an entry into an alley where there may be no exit.

I took the liberty of editing Kent Bonham’s shot just a bit. I wanted the focus to be on the stones of this alley.

Ghost Koi #Flashfiction #amwriting

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*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.

The Day the Music Died #flashfiction

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To say music was “my life” was an understatement.

From dawn to dusk I sang the songs my heart wrote.

When I lost my voice, my fingers became one with  the keyboard.

My brother dismantled my keyboard; the guts were strewn like a dissonant message from my room to the instrument.

“You killed the song in my head,” I screamed in the key of C.

I was cut on a metal shard, bloodied notes fell to the floor.

I refused to let him take credit for the score written in red that day.

That score became a famous Dark Mass.

Today’s dismantled keyboard is the prompt for Friday Fictioneers. Wishing Rochelle a Happy 1 year celebration as the conductor of the Friday Fictioneers

Shopping C’ Art #flashfiction #amwriting

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“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 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????”

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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

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“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.

The Collection #flashfiction #shortstory

CURIO SHELF

The curio shelf stirred my imagination.

My fingers turned the tiny pedal of the bicycle.

I was racing down a hill with no brakes.

“Phew” I gingerly placed the miniature velocipede in its cubby.

I pulled the conch to my ear.

Waves crested over my head pulling me to the ocean’s floor.

The shell dripped as I replaced it.

Hand turned brass chess pieces gleamed.

I was in Palermo, a gun in my face.

The dropped pieces rolled away.

An ancient spearhead looked so enticing.

“Nope”, I was not about to grapple with a poison tip and angry tribesmen.

This week Rochelle entices the fictioneers with a prompt with endless possibilities this week.  There is one catch, it has to be written in 100 words. and if you get a chance stop over and wish Rochelle a Happy Birthday!!!

Timber… #flashfiction #amwriting

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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.

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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.

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