ACKNOWLEDGE ME

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ACKNOWLEDGE ME

The first three strategic interventions created only a muted response from the defacto-governmental officials. I had personally thought that using their world as a colored pencil- pin cushion was a uniquely creative way to show my disdain for the mere mortals. A few bureaucrats were slightly unnerved, but the majority of the governing bodies were still assuming that they would have a say-so in the new governing of their world.

They feigned concerned at my surprisingly immense powers to effortlessly infiltrate their world. The news organizations in each of the largest municipal groups kept the local populous unenlightened as to my unlimited sovereign authority.

My tauntings had been broadcast to the world as the birthing and showcasing of a budding abstract artist just of the cusp of stardom.

I did not see myself having any desire to become a demonic dictator of my New World Order, but I would be respected and obeyed. If humane warnings and benevolent power displays would not graciously compel them to bend-the-knee, I had other options. 


Written for Flash Fiction for the Practical Practitioner: Week #5.  

An Easy Choice

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An Easy Choice

“Flip a coin.”

“How on earth is that going to help? There are nine choices, nitwit. A coin only has two side.”

“Do you have a coin on you or not?”

“Why’r ya askin’ me? Don’t ya have any money on you? Am I supposed to pay for everything on this trip?”

“My choice is getting easier and easier.”

“Just what’s that supposed to mean?”

“You know I pay everything with a credit card. Do you have a coin or not?”

“Yes. Here, you flip.”

The coin lands on tails and Andre is elated. “Yes!”

“So, which way are you going?”

“Back home.”


Written for Flash Fiction for the Practical Practitioner: January 

A Treasured Present

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“Merry Christmas,” Marigold, the youngest of Robin’s and Marian’s (no longer a maid but now his wife) youngest girl whispered as she handed her father her personally wrapped present. “I made it myself.”

Robin glowed as he received the present. Marigold was the only girl of seven children, the rest being boys.

Slowing opening the heavily-taped present, more slowly than usual, for he loved to tease his only girl, Robin carefully unfolded the yet-to-be-discovered masterpiece.

It was a new hunting hood. Bright, florescent orange.

Marigold was beaming. “Do you like it, Dad?”

“It’s just beautiful, honey,” responded Robin as he gave his youngest a great hug.

“Now, you have to wear it every day when you go out hunting. I want to be sure you are safe in Sherwood Forest. There are a lot of bandits prowling around in the woods and a person can never be too cautious.”

Robin’s oldest boys were splitting their sides trying to stifle their giggles.

Little Marigold had no idea of the noble errantry that was her father’s life’s work.


Written for Writingscapes (In a weird twist of fate, Robin Hood’s hood is bright orange): Humor.

Written fir WOTDC: ERRANTRY.

MORE, PLEASE

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“We need more snow.”

“Look out the window, dear,” I tried to remain calm. “We have 57 inches of snow outside right now. There are drifts over 10 feet deep. You have had to climb through the window to get outside to shovel the kitchen door open the last two days to go feed the livestock and the hens because of the blowing winds.”

“Yes, the wind seems to be blowing all the snow away.”

“No, dear.” It’s hard to be the sane one in a couple when I have been house-bound for eight days. “The snow is still there. Just look out your window. You can see it.”

“If we just get a little more snow, maybe they will cancel school for the rest of the week.”

“Darling, schools have already been called off until at least next Monday. We heard it on the radio last night.”

“Oh, that’s right,” my husband replied. “I remember.”

FYI: I could have been this person. I loved the start of school. I loved vacation days. I loved each Monday to see the students again. I loved a surprise day off.

It’s strange, even after being retired for several years, I still look forward to the first day of school and I still love snow days off from school.


Written for Flash Fiction for the Practical Practitioner: January 

Flash Fiction for the Practicial Practitioner Returns in 5 Days


I am sooooo looking forward to re-starting this challenge.

Get your juices flowing…

Your fingers limbered up..

And you pens in hand.

It is just around the corner!


Written for Flash Fiction for the Practical Practitioner.

Cotton candy… Fresh fries… Hot chocolate…

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Cotton candy… Fresh fries… Hot chocolate…

The smells of the winter carnival wafted through my window as I pressed the button to roll it up.

Removing my Glock 9 from the glove compartment, I slide it in my ankle holster.

My service revolver was on my hip, but I always felt more dressed with a backup.

Another after-hours tip. Anonymous, of course.

Upon hearing the recording, I recognized the voice.

Didn’t know the person, but the last two tips from her panned out.

Looking around, there were at least three of them.

Who would have thought I would be arresting Santa tonight, hopefully before another murder.


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Written for WAFT: WOTDC and Friday Fictioneers.

As We Approach the Back Wall … South Boston

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

“Yes, as you can see from the small contingency of police here, we had, what we thought, a break-in… but it’s been decided that apparently it was faulty wiring in the alarm system.”

“I assure you, it’s very safe to tour the downstairs winery in the catacombs.”  

“At this very spot Montresor, a favored character of Poe, invited Fortunato for his last sip of ‘the wine of very fine vintage’.”

“This back wall was the tomb of the imprisoned.”

One of the teens in the group interrupted. “Did you know the masonry between these bricks is moist to the touch?”   


FYI: There was a legend in the time of Poe (while he was stationed at Fort Independence) of a sword dual between Lieutenant Robert Massie and Lieutenant Gustavus Drane because of a dispute in a card game. Lieutenant Massie killed Lieutenant Drane. Friends of Lieutenant Drane’s chained Massie to a vault in the inner walls of this cellar… imprisoning him by building a secondary wall.

The legend is not true.

The sword fight did happen on Christmas Day 1817. . Massie was court-martialed and acquitted of all charges. Massie death is record it have happened in 1846.


Written for Friday Fictioneers.

And Then There’s Curb-Appeal


That’s the 57th car that has slowly driven by since lunch, Daddy. That radio commercial with me singin’ must really be working.” Amanda was beaming.

“I do believe we have a hit, honey.” Dad tousled the curly hair atop his daughter’s head. “What’a you think, Charlotte?”

“You nailed the commercial, but you ain’t gonna make any money with slow drivers that stare.  

“So Miss All-knowing, what’a you think we need to do?”

“Well, maybe having the jingle was money well spent, but a lot could be said for improving the curb appeal of this place.”


Written for Friday Fictioneers.

Whoops?

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“Almost,” I said. Positivity was bursting within me. “That one was really close.”

“Close… Are you kidding me?” Matthew was astonished at my lack of remorse. “That last missile you launched just blew my ’58 Ford to smithereens. I had just finished its last reconditioning.”

I couldn’t help it but a chuckle escaped before I could answer. “There is always a cost to exploration and innovation.”

“My ’58 Fairlane 500 Skyliner was in pristine condition. It was showroom!” Matthew continued to expound. “And did you notice. The missile went 3500 yards BEHIND launch site. The opposite direction of the expected target. You had it projected to demolish that old barn.”

“Not my fault,” I emphatically replied. “It’s a prototype. You knew that. It was our first launch with a missile having heat-seeking capabilities. Not my fault you got here five minutes before liftoff and your car engine displaced more heat than the flares in the barn.”


Written for Word of the Day. (The word to use today was PROTOTYPE.)

COMING SOON!


At least one day every other week for the rest of this year, I will be brashly SELF-PROMOTING my resurrected A WRITER’S COMMUNITY: FLASH FICTION FOR THE PRACTICAL PRACTITIONER.

I have worked the month on NANO to set up this wonderful (told you I would be shameless) shared writing community.

On the evening of each Wednesday, I will be blogging out a PHOTO PROMPT for the valiant and courageous flash fiction writers that I know and love to once again allow themselves to release their creative juices. Please FOLLOW FLASH FICTION FOR THE PRACTICAL PRACTITIONER and be sure you will be in-the-know for opening day!


Written for FLASH FICTION FOR THE PRACTICAL PRACTITIONER.