Category: Flash Fiction

Flash Fiction, tutto e niente

Up Up & Away

Tina Stewart Brakebill

“Five hundred bucks! You can’t spend that much money on a balloon! It’s crazy.”  

“It’s our anniversary babe. No expense spared. Plus I had some money put back. Don’t worry. We’re golden.” It had only been a month but she’d see. It would be perfect! Then she’d say yes. We’d be together forever. I was sure of it. Ignoring the look in her eyes, I stroked the velvet box in my pocket and imagined our future. Her words barely penetrated my reverie.

“We need to talk. I’m sorry … I can’t …. Maybe you can still get your money back.”  

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PHOTO PROMPT © Ronda Del Boccio

Thanks to Rochelle for her fabulous Friday Fictioners challenge and to Kristian for the WOTD-golden.

Flash Fiction, Haiku & Other Poetry, tutto e niente

his first barber

Tina Stewart Brakebill
boy sitting trimmed by man holding scissor
Photo by Thgusstavo Santana on Pexels.com

no more comic books

or picturing his first shave

no more sneaking drinks

or pretending not to hear

two ten main street is no more

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Thanks to Fandango for the thought-provoking photo. It reminded me of the sad Covid-19 reality that some things may never come back. Not sure why my mind went to barbershops, but … it did. So here’s my story that’s also a poem or poem that’s also a story? You get the idea!

Stay safe! Where a mask. Be a kind human person. We’re all going thought something.

Flash Fiction, tutto e niente

after now

Tina Stewart Brakebill

The view looked like some kind of soulless painting. Beautiful but no signs of life. She used to know the names for artistic stuff like that. Photorealistic, maybe? Hell. It was all apocalyptic now. Unexpectedly, tears blurred her vision. She thought her grief had run its course but seeing those empty chairs. So expectant. So normal. Just waiting for someone with a cup of coffee or a glass of wine.

Closing her eyes, she shut down those thoughts. She was rooftop for recon. Not useless nostalgia. Before was done. It’s after now.

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PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

Thanks for the inspiration. Visit Rochelle’s Friday Fictioner for details about joining in the fun. Plus while you’re there, you can read lots of wonderful stories.

Flash Fiction, tutto e niente

No! Mad!

Tina Stewart Brakebill
tent on shore
Photo by Teemu R on Pexels.com

Smoke. Strong coffee. The sweet grassy smell of evaporating dew. Birds singing as the sun rose. That delicious sense of freedom. And quiet. Not knowing where she’d be tomorrow. Relishing her role as momma’s “little nomad.”  

A tiny but furious voice interrupted her reverie. “No! Mad!”

Shaking off the past, she turned to now. The queen of the “terrible twos” demanded attention. Memory lane would have to wait.

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Thanks to Sammi for her prompt (nomad) and the challenge to write a 68 word story. Click here for rules and other takes on the challenge.