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Her secondhand clothes determined her status.

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This is my #6wordstory for Six Word Stories: The Challenge, No.5.

Prompt Theme: Prejudice

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Home At Last

Pilgrim’s Progress. “Thus, they got over.” Public domain illustration by Frederick Barnard 1889.
Pilgrim’s Progress. “Thus, they got over.” Public domain illustration by Frederick Barnard 1889.

 

 

I have waited for you.

I have watched you.

I’ve seen your battle with Darkness itself.

I’ve seen you through the waves he crashed upon you.

I’ve held you in those moments you thought I was gone.

I’ve heard your praises.

I’ve heard your doubts.

I’ve seen you laugh…

I’ve seen you cry.

I’ve seen you bear witness, whether it be through words or actions.

Your smile could light up a room and brighten anyone’s day, no matter who they were.

You have traveled the narrow path, difficult as it was.

I welcome you home, my good and faithful servant.

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Submitted for Warmup Wednesday!

This week’s Warmup Wednesday challenge: include the end of a long journey.

 

I Love You – Flash Fiction

“I love you.”

“You’re only saying that because I gave you candy,” Tina said, blushing and twirling her pigtails.

“Maybe. You got anymore?”

“You’ve gotta kiss me first, Max,” she teased and jumped off the swings.

“Gross! Girl cooties!”

“Better run, or I’m gonna get you!” Tina giggled as she chased Max around the play ground.

*****

“I love you.”

“You’re only saying that because I got you the comic book,” Tina said, throwing away the wrapping paper.

“Maybe. It really is the grEAtest present.”

“Voice crack much?” Tina laughed so hard milk came out her nose.

“Shut up!” His voice cracked again. Tina hit the floor in a hysterical fit of laughter.

*****

“I love you.”

“You’re only saying that because I helped you with your homework,” Tina stretched out on his bed, soaking in the moments he wanted to be around her.

“Maybe. I’d flunk if it weren’t for you.”

“Yeah you would.”

“Shut up!” Max jumped on her to give her a pinch.

*****

“I love you.”

“You’re only saying that because I helped you get the job,” Tina looked at the man in the tie standing in front of her.

“Maybe. I could have landed it myself I think.”

“HA!”

“Shut up…it could have happened!” Max grabbed her wrist when she turned away.

*****

“I love you.”

“You’re only saying that because I said it first,” Max said as he looked at the beautiful woman before him.

“Maybe. Or maybe I was just waiting for you to mean it,” Tina said, glancing down at the ring on her finger.

“I love you, Tina.”

“I love you too, Max.”

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Written for Cracked Flash week 8

Word Count: 268

Say What?

photo courtesy Ashwin Rao
photo courtesy Ashwin Rao

 

“Do you remember that time, Mac?”

“What’s that now?”

“That time…”

“The Time? It’s almost six o’clock.”

“No, Mac, that time back in ’61?”

“61? No I’m 79, same age as you. You gettin’ forgetful, man?”

“No. No. 1961. Being here just reminded me of your 25th birthday. We were on the beach and we saw that shark…”

“Shark? Where? We better go tell that lifeguard over there. Beaches aren’t like they used to be? Ain’t nobody can swim without fear of sharks invadin’…”

“Mac, what are you ranting about? I’m trying to reminisce about that good ol’ days.”

“Old age? Who you callin’ old? Speak for yourself. I still fell like I’m 50!”

“I think you’re going senile.”

“Who you callin’ senile, ya old fart!”

“How did you hear that muttering when you can’t even here when I’m shouting?”

“What? Speak up, I can’t hear ya, Bernie.”

“Oh, never mind. Go on home, Mac.”

“Same time tomorrow?”

“Same time tomorrow, ya crazy loon.”

“Yup, see ya soon.”

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Word Count: 163

This flash fiction story was written for Flash Frenzy Round 74.

Judges Comments: “Great  characters and dialogue in this story.  Love the back-and forth miscommunication and humor. Well done!”

 

 

 

 

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Soon, She Will Leave Him

Joan Crawford & John Gilbert; publicity photo for the film “Four Walls,” 1928. Public domain image in the U.S.
Joan Crawford & John Gilbert; publicity photo for the film “Four Walls,” 1928. Public domain image in the U.S.

 

“There. Beautiful. Now everyone will know you are mine.”

“That’s a silly thing to say, of course I’m yours.”

Sarah ran her finger over the locket, her pale hand shaking as she lifted it to the light. The many stones cast its golden rays, setting her face aglow. Her radiance, in that moment, almost made Brenton believe that. But when she dropped the necklace down to her concave chest the harsh reality practically slapped him.

Her eyes had lost their spark long ago. Nothing he gave her made it come back. He showered her with flowers and fancy date nights, jewelry and even a house to call their own. But every day he saw the signs. Her strength waned, her weight seemed to melt off her.

He was fooling himself. She had not been his for a long time.

She belonged to another.

She belonged to Death.

 

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This flash fiction story was written for Flash! Friday 3-36

Word Count: 147

 

 

 

 

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Night Time Conversations and Stolen Hearts

The Great Train Robbery; public domain screen shot from 1903 film.
The Great Train Robbery; public domain screen shot from 1903 film.

 

 

“Tell me ’bout my Papa again.”

“Again, Tourmaline?”

“Pleeeeease!”

“OK. One more time.” Opal held her daughter tight in front of the fire.

“Your papa stole my heart the day he walked into the market, drenched from head to toe.  He looked right into my eyes and said I’d like to buy a towel. When he took the towel he winked at me.”

“And?”

“And we were married that summer. He was the love of my life, your father. I was a train wreck when he died.”

“Do you think you’ll marry again?”

“Only the Lord can know that, child.”

 

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Written for WarmUp Wednesday!

 “This week’s Warmup Wednesday challenge: Include a reference to your birthstone.”  (I included both birthstones for October.)

 

 

 

Paving Paradise

Post-tornado Mayflower, Arkansas. CC2.0 photo by Carol von Canon.
Post-tornado Mayflower, Arkansas. CC2.0 photo by Carol von Canon.

 

 

Two little girls
tender feet
giggles echo through the trees

Tag! You’re it!

Crackles and pops
the girls dance around the falling ash
campfire light aglow on sun burnt faces

Bike rides and sword fights
falls and bruises
marshmallow wishes under the stars

Summers were once magical
when time seemed to stop
preserving memories in its humid haze

But childhood comes to a screeching halt
as adulthood comes crashing down
like a wrecking ball

Paradise laying crumpled on the grass
forgotten memories scattered
on once sacred ground

Soon to be discarded
paved over
glass and steel to take it’s place

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Written for WarmUp Wednesday!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Debut

 

Photo Credit: Dan Phiffer via CC.
Photo Credit: Dan Phiffer via CC.

 

“Stage?”

“Isn’t he beautiful?”

“Odd name don’t you think?”

“These are odds times, Hector. It suits him.” Tereasa wrapped her newborn tightly in the threadbare blanket. She looked out at the vacant auditorium, the shadows of people past still lingered in the seats.

Wincing, she tried to get up.

“What are you doing?”

“We have to keep moving. They’ll find us.”

“They’ll be sure to find us if you pass out in the snowy street. Lay down.”

Hector took his son in his arms and looked at his wife on the hard, dusty floor.

“Stage, huh? Well, I guess it’s as good as any name.”

 

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Written for Micro Bookends 1.40

Our bookends were STAGE and NAME.

 

 

Extinguish the Fury

Photo Credit: Tekniska museet via CC.
Photo Credit: Tekniska museet via CC.

 

“Six times, Kaitie! We can’t keep wiping everyone’s memory. Soon long-term brain damage can occur.

“I know, Mom. But I couldn’t take it anymore. Brad had it coming, constantly taunting me. He needed to know who really has the power.”

“You set his hair on fire!”

Katie bowed her head. She wasn’t sorry but she tried to look it.

“I get called out of work so often the girls in the office think I’m unreliable.”

Kaitie’s hands began to smolder. She hated having to hide who she was.

“Go take a cold shower,” her mother’s gaze falling on Kaitie’s hands, “cool those hands down a few degrees.”

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This story was in response to Micro Bookends 1.39. Our Bookends were SIX and DEGREES.

This story was a continuation of Brother Knows Best. Click here to read it.