Flash Fiction, tutto e niente

Cassie & Nessie (Part II)

Tina Stewart Brakebill

I didn’t plan a Part II but when the muse strikes …. You can find the original Cassie & Nessie here.

And now the story continues …

Not for the first time, Liam stared at Cassie and wondered if being in a coma was like dreaming.

Months had passed since they found her floating face-down in the Loch. And still no indication that she was ever going to surface again. Sad? Yes. But, really, probably for the best.

She had spent the past twenty years researching. Believing. And then the story broke.

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 Photo Credit: C.E. Ayr

She had been so angry.

Screaming at him. Accusing him of betraying her for money. Screeching really. It had NOT been attractive. Ugly really.

Earsplitting shrieking. “Nellie’s not a commodity. She’s not for sale!” So obsessed with that damn fish. So worried that the publicity would endanger Nessie.

And now. This.

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It would break her heart.

Plus he couldn’t be sure she hadn’t seen him at the Loch that day.

She looked so lovely now. It really would be best if she never surfaced.  

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Photo by Engin Akyurt on Pexels.com

Thanks to Crimson’s Creative Challenge for providing the photo by Crispina Kemp. I’m not sure what the photo actually depicts but to me it was poor Nessie’s bones. (And it comes in at a tight 147 words.)

And thanks for additional push to One Daily Prompt (believe)

And of course a big thanks to the original inspiration, a Friday Fictioners challenge from last month and the photo by C.E. Ayr.

Flash Fiction, tutto e niente

The View

Tina Stewart Brakebill

SPF-10-2-18-Anurag-3Watching the girl clean was bringing back memories. And looking out over the water didn’t help. It sent her mind back as well. So instead of fighting it, she let the past flood her senses. Tasting the anger and resentment just as she had all those years ago.   

Angry that she had been forced to cycle up the hill every day and park her ancient bike next to two barely driven Mercedes. Resentful that the big house had breezes and sea views and fully stocked kitchen when her home had none of that.

But that anger and resentment had fueled her desire. And that desire had worked like magic on the old man. And he was finally gone. Probate had been a bit hairy. But the daughter had finally been convinced that the will was air-tight. The house and the cars and the breeze and the view belonged to her now. Well, to her and her boy.

And now she could smell desire wafting off that girl. She had worked too hard to get here. She was not about to share what was hers with some whore from down the hill. The girl would have to go. One way or another.

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Inspiration for this 200 word piece of Flash Fiction provided by the following:

Photo Credit: Anurag Bakhshi courtesy of Sunday Photo Fiction

With a little help from SoCS Prompt (hairy) and Fandango’s Word of the Day (cycle)

 

Flash Fiction, History, tutto e niente

Dearest John

Tina Stewart Brakebill

May 30, 1893

Dearest John.

It finally arrived. I was scared that it wouldn’t get here in time for your birthday but it came on the train yesterday. Daddy will be angry but there’s nothing he can do about it now. When I saw our names together I fell to my knees. I love you so much. We talked so much about leaving this place. Being together. Going someplace where daddy couldn’t stop us. Then you left me. Alone. But daddy can’t stop us now. In death, we can be connected forever.

Till tomorrow my love.  

Always Your Cora

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This 99 words of completely unsubstantiated fiction (based on a real headstone) was written for Carrot Ranch’s FF challenge.

If you haven’t done so, check them out. Twas fun! Especially for this historian who loves to write about long-dead women!