Grandpa Amlodd’s Dragon


“He’s not supposed to be green, Jess.”

The six-year-olds gazed high atop the old stone barn. Bedtime stories of Merlin… Arthur… and dragons… filled their heads.

“Grandpa Amlodd smithied the copper dragon to protect our farms. Now look at him.”

“The copper dragon has to be freed.”

Racing to the farmhouse, the boys quickly did what they did at school. They googled.

“Ketchup!” They explained at the same time.

Armed with two ketchup bottles in one hand and the extension ladder from the gardening shed penned under their opposing pits, the boys set off the release Grandpa Amlodd’s dragon.

Written for The Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge. Requirements: Using the given prompt, create a 99 word flash fiction story. January 4, 2018, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about Copper Country. It can be any place, fictional, historical, or on another planet. Go where the copper leads.


This Is Bliss!



October 13th

The year of 2014…

That was the beginning.

My first blog.

Three years and 63 days later …

A total of 1,158 days…

I now have three short flash pieces published.


Two pieces are flash fiction pieces. The third is a flash essay.

Check it out!

The Congress of Rough Writers: Flash Fiction Anthology Vol. 1 (Congress of the Rough Writers Flash Fiction Anthology) Kindle Edition

This is Bliss!

Written for The Daily Post: Bliss.

Providence Is in My Hands


Providence Is in My Hands

Slowly and steadily Steven maneuvered the one-wheeled cultivator through the freshly tilled earth. After each carefully calculated pass, he methodically removed every stone and pebble the tines had exposed. For this year’s harvest there could be no impediments.

Picking up the malodorous bucket and his father’s haversack from the top of the preceding row, Steven continued to mimic the planting ritual he had seen his father do in years’ past.

Systematically pacing off ten-foot increments, Steven knelt, laid the head of a sun perch, and encircled it with the three sisters.

As new head-of-family, providence was his to command.

Written for The Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge. Requirements: September 21, 2017 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about what it is to gather a harvest. You can use the phrase or show what it means without using the words. Go where the prompt leads.

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


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



WEEK #16


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?

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

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.