Flash Fiction, tutto e niente

Destiny

I’m not sure when I drifted off or what woke me. The birds? Or maybe the chill in the air? Whatever it was, it interrupted a great dream. We were dancing. Just like we did the night we met. I could still hear the fading beats of Crazy in Love in my mind and I fought to fall back into the music. But it was too late. Consciousness flooded in. Ruining my return to sleep. Spoiling my chance to revel in the hot stickiness of that dance floor.

But even awake, I manage to conjure up the thrill of that night. I remember the pounding music and the flashing lights. Seeing you. Surrounded by people. Laughing and twirling like you didn’t see me. But, I knew you could feel the tension running between us. Crackling like lightening in a storm. Pulling us together. Showing me that you were destined to be the one.

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I would have happily sat with that thought longer, but my waking reverie was broken by a shaft of light penetrating the trees. Its brilliance illuminating our special place, as if the gods themselves understood the holiness of that night. The light filled me with almost indescribable joy, but it also signaled that morning has come. Time to hit the road. But I knew I’d be back next year. I never visited the others. But even after fifteen years you’re still special. The first one. Our destiny fulfilled.

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This depressing bit of serial murder flash fiction (WC = 241) was inspired by Sue’s beautiful photo prompt (above) (Sorry Sue!! And if it’s too “rated R” for the prompt I understand) and by the challenge to spend a night in a cemetery courtesy of  #TellTaleThursday with Anshu & Priya. Click here for details and other story links.

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The Mistake

It was so white. How could that be? Her eyes searched the bed for telltale signs beyond the humps and wrinkles. But she could find nothing. The more she stared, the hazier it all became. Whitewashing her memory till she was convinced. It was just a dream. Not a terrible mistake.

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280 characters

Written for Twittering Tales # 125 and inspired by Jay Mantri’s photo.

Find the rules and read other great takes on the photo at Kat’s blog available here.

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Keeping it Real

Mom always hated grandma’s house.

She complained constantly. “It’s like living in a funeral parlor. Flowers everywhere and all that ridiculously ugly gold crap. Hideous!”

Thankfully. Gran refused to change a thing.

Everything was old and kinda tacky but real. That’s what made it special. Her too. She was my safe place. A counter to mom’s incessant need to keep up with whatever was trending while claiming she was “keeping it real.”

So when I came home and found her cradling gran’s favorite gilded roses to her chest. I knew. I’d be keeping it real now. Like it or not.

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Written for Friday Fictioners. Thanks for the photo Rochelle.

Get more info and link to other Friday Fictioner stories here.

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The Annual Route 66 Scavenger Hunt Caper

Six years. No wins. But now it was Frank’s turn. Ten days building alliances. Then a little misdirection. That’s all. It wasn’t cheating. It wasn’t! Real Road fans didn’t need directions to Sprague’s Super Service. He’d be wearing that Route 66 Scavenger Hunt Crown by day’s end!

279 characters

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Written for Twittering Tales and dedicated to Ryburn’s Place at Sprague’s Super Center

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Transformation

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Maclin knew this day would come. As far back as their stories could be traced, this had been the way of things. When a cub reached puberty, they left their mother’s protection and went far into the woods towards the sea. Staying away until they had completed their entire first cycle—alone. It was required.

As members of the kit, Maclin and her sister Bonnie understood. They had done it themselves. But as a mother, Maclin felt conflicted. She wondered if Bonnie was struggling as well. She couldn’t tell. Her quiet stare gave off no clues. But she had to be. At least a little bit. Their girls, Sara and Bailey, had been born only a week apart and they had always been inseparable. A constant tangle of red and white. Now they had to separate. Go into the woods by themselves. And transform. Alone.    

It was supposed to be a mother’s proudest moment. Sending your baby off so they could become their true selves. No longer a cub. Changed. But Maclin felt only fear. Long tentacles of fear strangling the breathe out her. What if Sara failed? What if someone saw her? What if it snowed? She’d be like a flashing red light against all that white. She could be shot. Or worse. Taken.

NO! She couldn’t let that happen. She could turn tail. Run. Sara would follow. They’d find a safe place. She could guide her through the change. They’d make a life. But just as the panic threatened to overcome, she felt the heat of her daughter’s eyes on her back. They were barely visible but she could still see that they were full of apprehension. Maclin’s mind flooded with shame and she shook off her ridiculous notion of running away.

Her baby’s first transformation was not going to be marred by her mother’s neediness. Sara would never know she could survive if she didn’t go alone. And she’d never know the true power and love of the kit if they ran. And although fear still gripped her heart, Maclin felt pride swell through her as well. This was their way. And she was not going to be one of those helicopter parents. Sara WOULD make it on her own!  

With that thought, Maclin realized the time had come. She gave Sara one last lick before she sat her down. Then she watched with pride as her daughter walked towards the woods alone. The fear wasn’t gone but Maclin held her tail high, even managing a bit of a wag as she envisioned Sara’s return from the sea shore. Transformed. She just hoped her coat would be as beautifully red as her hair.

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Thanks to Helene (for her What Do You See challenge) and Teresa  (for her three things challenge). This was fun!