“All life was castrated.” Dad whispered that once… as we lay in bed awaiting the proper sleep.
At night, alone… Oh, the stories. Of giants and beanstalks. Of trolls and elves. Once Dad drew on our sheets. “Daisy,” he said.
No more. Not since little Sarah passed. That night, dad hummed. Music.
It made me cry.
“Alfred. Are you with us?”
“Yes, Sir.” I stood at my desk. Alert.
“Erasers. A noble, necessary occupation.”
Written for Carrot Ranch Communications: Flash Fiction Challenge. Requirements: March 16, 2017 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) go down the rabbit hole to a place where art is not allowed. It could be a small story or a dystopian vision. Is there a power struggle over art? Would the general public miss it? Is the end of art a natural evolution? Go where the prompt leads.
“Bran’s Castle. Just imagine the stories those walls could tell. The true story of Count Dracula.”
“Sheeesa, Rudolph. That is a grand idea.”
“Our senior wizard’s independent study exam. Let’s construct a spell to allow those walls to talk.”
“Wow, Spencer. A great project. From those stories, we could write a series of trilogies and sell them to our human malcontents.”
“Splendid! The trifecta! Power. Fame. And Wealth!”
Master Merlin raised an eyebrow immediately stilling the lads. “If I may continue…” Mater intoned coldly. “The reason for our trip to this unique sculptural emporium here at Hairpin Coven.”
The boys cowed beneath the toxic stare of their leader.
“Many of you are no doubt already thinking of your senior independent study projects. Enshrined here, at the Magik Sculptor Emporium, are the mistakes for such required projects. As was loudly inferred by our senior leaders, Rudolph and Spencer- Power, Fame, and Wealth are stupendous motivators. But please notice the stress on the word stupendous. It hails from its derivative STUPID. Here enshrined… entombed… it’s all mere perspective… rest many senior investigative gaffes and sometimes their investigators.
The lads gulped.
Written for Sunday Photo Fiction. Requirements: Create a 200 word (approximately) flash fiction story using teh photo prompt.
“San Cristobal to Miami … Now boarding a Gate 37B.”
There was a flurry of activity at the screening checkpoint. The three cousins looked at each other and smiled. All was going according to the plan- so far.
This was the last obstacle.
Grandmama Sophia was being escorted to the side aisle to allow the agents to give a more extensive examination of her luggage. She was being ever so cooperative. Her blushing embarrassment was priceless.
“Sophia should be up for Gina’s Golden Globe,” the one cousin stated.
“Is there no conversation that you can’t entertain us with your propensity for film references, Oscar?”
“So, I have a life aside from the family. You puttin’ the next ‘tract on me?”
“Watch your mouth, Diego. Sophia’s done her job. It’s time to board so we can get on with ours?”
“She doesn’t start. Likely more’n just the battery.”
“That oil spot? Grandpa Jack complained about her leaking for years.”
“Been meaning to move her to the garage”
“Who am I kiddin’?”
“Daisy May’s been parked since I had her towed from the estate sale eleven years ago.”
“Sure had high hopes… … So many memories.”
I looked up when I realized that I was the only one taking. Daniel, the neighbor’s youngest, was just standing there smiling at me.
“You see, I’m taking auto shop this year,” he said. I’d love to get Daisy May up and running again. The shop teacher said we each needed a year-long project… I thought of Daisy May. You could help… if you wanted?”
I chuckled. That gleam in his eye as he looked at Daisy May said it all. That was how I felt.
“She’s yours… …. And yes, I loved to help you every now and then.”
FLASH FICTION FOR THE PURPOSEFUL PRACTITIONER- 2017
I would like to give a hearty welcome to all flash fiction aficionados. Welcome to the new Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner Home Site.
Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner is a weekly writing challenge designed for both the flash fiction newbie and the more experienced writer. It is the desire of this challenge to allow writers the opportunity to clear the cobwebs from a more tedious and involved project. Becoming a part of a new and growing writer’s community might be just what the doctor ordered to rejuvenate your writing juices.
Your Photo Prompt for Week #07 – 2017
The challenge for Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner will open early Wednesday morning, February 8th. Allow the prompt to take you anywhere you want to go! (Limit your stories to 200 words.)
This challenge is open until 11:00 pm Friday night, February 17th, 2017.
Click on the Blue Frog to share your story with our community.
The Six Easy Guidelines
A photo prompt topic is to be used as your ‘muse’. They will arrive promptly at midnight each Thursday morning.
Include the photo prompt and its credits with your story on your blog.
All stories are to be crafted and honed to under 200 words in length.
Each flash fiction piece should have a clear beginning, middle, and end. No serial stories. It is harder to stay abreast of a serial story. (Please keep content PG-13.)
Post your flash fiction response by clicking on THE BLUE FROG. Follow the given directions.
It is the desire of this blog to begin a new writing community. Plan a day to visit the writings of our challengers to enjoy our creations and to provide a little positive feedback.
Thank you for your participation. I look forward to reading each of your stories. Please remember to check back and follow the journeys of our fellow writers. Kind comments are always appreciated.
The Rock that Changed My World
“I knew it was cheesy. But there was no other way.”
“Throwing my twelve-string in the Chevy, I was there in under ten.”
“But Daddy, it takes almost twenty minutes to get to Grandma’s.”
“Light traffic, sweetie.”
“Mommy’s window was open and the curtains were flapping out the window.”
“Jumping out of the car, I grabbed ole Betsy and I was under the window before I could change my mind.”
“But had to know she was there.”
“Daddy, what did you do?” Vanessa loved this part.
“This, sweetie.” he said, holding a small rock. “This rock changed my world.”