But Still Single?

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But Still Single?

She was wildly pursued on OkCupid as well as Happen, Coffee Meets Bagel, and Bumble. Hundreds of hits a day was the norm. This she enjoyed.

Tender and Down even offered incentives if she would allow her picture to appear on their advertising after her photo shoot in Maui. Financially, a plus!

LuLu, Match, and Zoosk had called her attorney wanting exclusive rights to her personality profile. Don’t throw at stick at that!

Being so sought after from all the dating app corporations could really swell a girl’s head…

Maybe actually being too-good-to-be-true was too good to be true.



Written for The Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge. Requirements: May 31, 2018, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about warrior women. It can be myth or everyday mothers and wives. Go where the prompt leads.

 

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In the World of Cranes

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In the World of Cranes



“Chichi.” There was no response. “Papa, if I wouldn’t have designed it, someone else would have.”

“This was built on the park where I courted your mother. The park where we picnicked with you as a child. The cranes that we treasured for our family’s good fortune… It was their home.”

“It still is, Chichi.” Taking his father’s hand, Tsuru continued turning the pages of the photo album.

“I remember my namesake’s stories. Look, Chichi. The Sasaki Medical Complex is in her honor. We reclaimed the fouled marshlands. Reestablished walkways and shelters. Chichi, the cranes are safe once again.”



Written for The Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge. Requirements: May 10, 2018, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story defining “the charisma of cranes.” For centuries, cranes have inspired art and philosophy. You can write a crane story or create something new out of the phrase. Go where the prompt leads.

The Dropped Line

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The Dropped Line



“Wish you the best.” Tears flowed from my eyes as I hugged my best friend since grammar school.

“Don’t worry,” whispered the beaming groom. “It’s only a week. I’ll even drop a line from Dubai. When I’m back, it’ll be like old times. Crystal understands us.

Giving one firm push to close the trunk I stepped alongside my wife. “See ya, son. Drive safe. Call us when you get there.”

David waved as he backed away.

“Don’t worry, Hon,” my wife said as she placed her head on my shoulder. “He said he’d drop us a line every week.’



Written for The Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge. Requirements: May 3, 2018, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) use a line in your story. You can think of the variation of the word meaning, or you can think of visual references. Go where the prompt leads.

Mommy and Me and Sally Make Three

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Mommy and Me and Sally Make Three




“They’re three for a quarter, Mommy, please.” Ronnie eyes pivoted from the multilayers of colored balloons tacked to the barker’s wall, to his mother, and back again.

“No Ronnie. I know I said it was your money and you could spend it any way you wanted. Throwing darts is pub-like behavior. I will not have you turning out like your father.”

Bowing his head in surrender, Ronnie scampered away. Mom continued strolling through the carnival aisles, just her and the little one, Sally.

A clown was selling balloons. They were huge! Instantly Ronnie knew what to do.

Emptying his pockets, Ronnie purchased every balloon.

“Sally, these are for you!” and Ronnie gently tied each balloon to the tiny girl’s wrists.

Sally giggled in delight… suddenly her own carnival ride.

Mommy screamed, but it was too late.

Tugging on the hem of his mother’s skirt, Ronnie innocently looked up, “Let me get her, Mom. Can I throw darts, now?”



Written for The Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge. (This one could not be entered. I could not hone it down to 99 words without losing storyline.) 

No Recess for Robby

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No Recess for Robby




“… and one more word, No Recess. Am I understood?”

That was Ms. Fletcher. “Am I understood? this and Am I understood? that.

Robby had learned quickly learned the proper answer that followed… “Yes, ma’am.”

Third grade was the worst.

Now there was homework. Snack time was for babies. Recess was earned. (In our class’s case, NEVER EARNED.)

Robby’s mother was sympathetic. “Hang in there. It’ll get better.”

Robby’s brother was the problem-solver. “You’ll never win them all, Robby. But winning one can be worth it”.

Robby walked to school today ‘A Winner’.

Inside his backpack… a whoopee cushion.



Written for The Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge. Requirements: March 8, 2018, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that features a balloon. It can be a party balloon or a hot air balloon. How does it add to your story? Go where the prompt leads.

Never So Simple

img_2091“Mamma… Mamma… The raven is back!” Mika ran breathlessly onto the back porch of the small trailer where her mother was removing the last fleshy remnants from the hides hanging from the rafters.

“Don’t worry child. It’s grown hungry and is raiding the fields just like the other birds.”

“But Grandmamma said…”

“I know what she said.” Mama clutched me close to her bosom. “Unci believes in great meanings from all the forest animals.”

“Does that mean it’s not true?”

“Grandmamma would never lie to you, Mika.”

“So, it is true.”

“The truth is never so simple, my child.”



Written for The Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge. Requirements: March 1, 2018, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that includes a raven. It can be in nature or used to describe humanity as a metaphor. Follow the bird. Go where the prompt leads.

Providence Is in My Hands

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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.