Piggily? Wiggily?

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“Abracadabra.” Sara stared at the dragon atop the grandfather clock. “Hocus… Pocus.” Her eyebrows creased. “Piggily…Wiggily.”

“Piggily, wiggily?” Evan burst out laughing.

“Stop laughing, Evan.”

“Piggily, wiggily?”

“Well, it’s got to be very simple magic. The caretaker said the dragon had last taken flight when the little girl was still alive. The brochure says ElsaMay died when she was only five. She couldn’t have known that many magic words.”

“Our tour guide…”

“The caretaker,” Sara interrupted.

Our guide/caretaker, also said this movie set closed right after Baby of Dragonslayer flopped.”

“Allecazam!”

“Sara?”

“Shush, Evan. I think I saw it move.”



Written for Sunday Photo Fiction. Requirements: Create a 200-words (or less) flash fiction story using the photo prompt.

Capturing a Jabberwocky

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“A jabberwocky?” The sergeant’s eyes squinted with a hint of disbelief. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, sir. Down by the creek early this morning. Stew and I were just leaving from a night of catfishin’ and … and there it was…. plain a day.”

“Plain as day, you say.”

“Yes, sir. At least ten feet long and spikes all it its spine. And the awefulist hissin’ noises I ever did hear.”

“Hissin’ sounds.”

“Yes. Sir.”

“Did your fishin’ mate see it? Why isn’t he with you?”

“He shoulda seen it, but it disappeared in the brush right before my eyes.”

“So where is he?” The Sargent had that all-knowing look in his eye.

“He went home to sleep.”

“To sleep it off? A little too much nipping in the night?”

“Yes, sir. I mean, no, sir. The beast was real. I could’a reached out and touched him. Maybe even captured him, If’n I’d a mind to.”

“Now that would have made a lasting memory,” smiled the Sargent.



Written for Three Word Wednesday: #527. Requirements: Create a flash piece using the three words provided.

This weeks words:

Jabber, verb: prattle, babble, chatter, twitter, prate, yap, gabble, rattle on, blather; yak, yammer, yabber, yatter, blab, blabber, bloviate; noun: prattle, babble, chatter, chattering, twitter, twittering, gabble, blather; informal yabbering, yatter, blabber.

Knowingly, adverb: deliberately, intentionally, consciously, wittingly, on purpose, by design, premeditatedly, willfully.

Lasting, adjective: enduring, long-lasting, long-lived, abiding, continuing, long-term, surviving, persisting, permanent; durable, constant, stable, established, secure, unchanging, irreversible, immutable, eternal, undying, everlasting, unending, never-ending, unfading, changeless, indestructible, unceasing, unwavering, unfaltering.

 

Not Today…

streamRolling out of battered sedan, the twins raced pell-mell to the stream.

Walking much slower, hand-in-hand, followed Grandpa and Grandma.

“I can’t believe you told the boys that old story.”

“Well, it’s true.”

“You know better. You’ll have them panning away all afternoon looking for diamonds and gold. You know what they’ll find.”

“Same as me, one day, I hope.”

“They won’t find it, today.”

“Nope. Today, they’ll likely find a little sunburn and a crayfish or two. But later… if they’re lucky… they might find their own diamond-in-the-rough right here. Just like me.”

And with that, Grandpa kissed Grandma.



Written for Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writer. Requirements: Create a 100+ word flash story using the photo prompt provided.

A Father’s Blessing

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A Father’s Blessing




“Pap-pa, Esmeralda. She’s the one I’ve been telling you about.”

Freddie lost his father.   Lost?  No… He just left.

And Freddie appeared.  Assisting with weeding and mowing… shooting hoops in the driveway… caring for the Dane when I’m away.

The two are aglow.

For a bride, so many traditions.  Something old… new… borrowed… blue.

Nothing for the groom. Marriage license. Money. Rehearsal dinner. More money. Honeymoon. Even more money.

If a groom has no roots of his own… it’s hard to grow.

I wonder… my fingers encircle the ring I’ve worn faithfully since Sara’s passing.

“Freddie… if you’d like it.”



Written for The Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge. Requirements: April 13, 2017 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write about a ring. Keep the definition to that of a piece of jewelry. Whose ring is it and what’s its significance? Go where the prompt leads.

Old Al’s Poison: FFftPP-2017: Week #16

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FLASH FICTION FOR THE PURPOSEFUL PRACTITIONER- 2017

WEEK #16


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Old Al’s Poison

“What’s your poison?” Ned winked at the pretty young thing attached to old man Dulcimer’s arm.

“My usual. And a gin and tonic for my date.”

“New here?”

The gorgeous brunette returned his wink. “Just in town. Al stumbled upon me having car trouble. He was so kind. He gave me a lift.”

“Aren’t you the lucky one?” Ned winked again.

“Yes, I am,” Al replied seductively as the brunette eased into his arms.

“Just a minute, Aconiti. The little boy’s room,” beamed a red-faced Al.

“It’s been a perfect plan, Sis. Wolfsbane ala rum,” toasted Ned. “Old Al’s clueless.”



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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.


Written for Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner: Week #16– 2017. Requirements: Using the photo prompt, create a 200 word flash fiction.

It’s the Thought?

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They held out the intonations into a barbershop minor key. “Happy Birthday to You.”

The twins were such hams, as were their three mates.

I knew that something was afoot when all of them showed up after supper.

“So Bradley, what’s behind your back?”

“Presents,” was the sheepish response. “Sorry, Uncle Al.” The twinkle in his eyes said anything but sorry. “There were seven.”

“Yeah, Dad.” Now my oldest looks as if he is in the confessional. “We did plan ahead… But it got a little late.”

They opened my one present left.

“At least it has extra cheese.” I laughed.



Written for Friday Fictioneers. Requirements: Create a flash fiction story (100 words) using teh photo prompt provided.

Where’s Waldo: FFftPP-2017: Week #15

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FLASH FICTION FOR THE PURPOSEFUL PRACTITIONER- 2017

WEEK #15


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“It’s my fault.” My brother Manuel continued to stare between the barbed strains.

“Why is it your fault?” There was an undeserved kindness in Mama’s eyes. She just didn’t know it yet.

“I’m the one who taught him.”

Mama knelt; now eye to eye. “From the beginning, please.”

She was always like that. Even in the most stress-filled situations, she could find time for each of us.

“It’s not me that needs you.” I stammered. “It’s Waldo.”

“Where’s Waldo?” she grinned.

“It’s not a joke, Mama. He’s in the minefield. We were playing catch. I threw the Frisbee too far.”

 



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.


Written for Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner: Week #15– 2017. Requirements: Using the photo prompt, create a 200 word flash fiction.