Fishing by Plane

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“Just switch carry-ons. That’s all you need to do.”

“Do I look dumb?”

“Don’t be that way… We’ve had a great flight. You know I’ll stand by my promises. You’ve already seen the first transaction to the Cayman’s completed before the layover.”

“You pumped me for that information before I realized you were on a fishing expedition into my husband’s company.”

“I’m not sure that’s the way hubby’ll see this if it goes public?”

“Now, you’re threatening me?”

“No threats… Basic facts. For promised confidentiality, plus a token of appreciation, this is now your carry-on? Another $250,000? It’s a win-win?”

Written for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Requirements: Using the photo prompt provided, create an approximately 150 word flash story.

Written for Be A Writer – 2018. (Switched TRAIN to PLANE) Patricia Highsmith wrote a novel called STRANGERS ON A TRAIN.  Use the phrase “strangers on a train” in a poem.  Or, write part of a story based on this idea: a stranger your character meets on a train tries to convince your character to do something that your character finds shocking or morally wrong.


The Stowaways

This week’s photo prompt is provided by Yinglan.

The Stowaways

“We promised.”

“We’re not breaking our word. The rules said the only places off limits had signs. We removed the sign and took down the stupid velveteen ropes.”

“No one’ll ever think to look here.”

“Duh! That’s the whole of hide-n-seek, stupid.”

“I hate being called stupid.”

“Then don’t be so stupid.”

Ronald crawled on his belly to the rear of the fuselage, leaned his back against the wall and opened a package of goldfish crackers.

“What have you got there?” Jeremy asked.

“Grape soda and goldfish crackers.”

“Bet your Mom packed that stupid fanny pack.”

“What’f she did? I have goldfish.”


“Nope. Ya think I’m stupid?”

With that being said, the boys became silent.

Suddenly there was a slow jostling of the small aircraft.

“Jeremy, I think we’re flying.”

“Of course we are, stupid. The museum is opening and our folks will be here soon to pick us up. We’ll definitely win the hide-n-seek contest.”

“But Jeremy, no one knows we’re up here. How are we going to get down?

Written for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers- 167: Requirements: Using the photo prompt provided, create a 100-150 word flash story.

He Shoulda Trusted Us

This week’s photo prompt is provided by Enisa.

He Shoulda Trusted Us

Jeff peered out the window of his older brother’s apartment as he pressed the reset button. “Ready when you are, Milo.”

Milo carefully twist-tied the small water-filled balloon and joined Jeff at the window. “How long will it take your brother to reach the street from seventeen floors? We should’ve timed the elevators.”

“Timing Mark’s steps to the taxi was enough. I can’t believe he wants us to stay in his apartment until he gets home from work. We’re in New York City. We’re both mature fifteen-year-olds. He should have trusted us.”

“Here he comes,” interrupted Milo.

“Ready. Set. …”

Written for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers- #166. Requirements: Using teh picture prompt provided, create a flash fiction story of 100-150 words.

The Perfect Campfire

This week’s photo prompt is provided by Enisa. Thank you Enisa!

Brent had finally gotten the embers just right… not too much smoke… not too much flame… just pure unadulterated heat.

“Great. Now we can roast the dogs and heat the beans.”

“I forgot to bring them. They’re still in the cooler on the back porch.”

“Well, this fire’s perfect for s’mores. Where are the marshmallows? I’ll get the sticks from the pickup.”

“No, marshmallows…. And no chocolate bars.”

“All that work I put into the camp fire. You even helped collect the kindling. A campfire and no s’mores! What were you thinking?

Stephanie hunkered a little closer. “I remembered me.”

Written for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers- Challenge 158. Requirements: Using the photo prompt provided, create a 100-150 word flash fiction story.

Fatal Feedings?

This week’s photo prompt is provided by Goroyboy. Thank you Raymond!

There. In plain sight.

The message was glued to the upper left portion of the window.

Not exactly glued; it was stuck there by some sticky, honey-like substance.

You had to see it when you looked out at the bird bath and the three feeders. I was confident it wasn’t there yesterday at breakfast.

Opening the sliding glass doors, I went to retrieve the piece of paper. Actually, it was a small piece of facial tissue.

The printing was impossible to decipher with the naked eye, so I immediately went to find a magnifying glass.

“Beware… We are watching you, too.”

I was stunned, and just a little shaken. What on Earth!

Affixed to the lower portion of the tissue… a miniature quill.

Under the quill… No reply necessary.

Who were they kidding!

A quill attached to what seemed to be a threat?

Of course I was going to reply.

Written for Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writer: March 6, 2018. Requirements: Create a flash fiction story of 100-150 words using teh given photo prompt.

At It Again

Windmill“There has to be some way to unite us.” Don was resting in the shade of a beech tree with his horse Rocinante grazing nearby.

“It does seem to be something that should happen, for the sake of us all,” responded his squire.

“If we would all just sit down at a supper and talk to one another, better yet… listen… I think that we could pull our country back together.”

“Sorry, sir. Would that be serve a vegan meal, a pescetarianism meal, or should it include red meat for the paleotarians?”

“You’re right. A meal would be too divisive.”

Written for Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writer: February 26, 2018. Requirements: Create a 100 word flash fiction story using the prompt provided.

These Aren’t Mom’s Mushrooms

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“Did you hear that?”

“Go back to sleep,” whispered Travis to his brother. “It’s just raccoons out hunting.”

“But I can feel ‘em moving about.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Ray-Ray. Roll over. Go to sleep. Hay bailing tomorrow’s gonna come early.”

“I’m serious, Travis. I can feel them walking around.

“You can’t feel raccoons walk.”

“Spiders, Travis. Spiders… All over me!” Ray-Ray was quickly crawling out of the bunk and untangling himself from his sleeping bag.

“Hand me the flashlight. I’ve got to go to the bathroom anyway.”

“No way I’m going out there! They’ll get me!”

“What is wrong with you? Why are you covering your ears with your sleeping bag?”

“The noise! It’s so loud!”

A small baggie fell out of Ray-Ray’s sleeping bag.

Travis picked it up and redirected the small beam of light. “Ray-Ray, you didn’t get these mushrooms from Mom.”

Written for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Requirements: Given the accompanying picture prompt, create a flash fiction story of 100-150 words.